My body is finding more ways than one to remind me that I'm not in my teens or early 20s anymore. I honestly can't remember the last time I drank two nights back to back and in doing so this weekend, I've discovered that my stomach will put up quite a protest on morning two. Yesterday wasn't too bad. I finished off my left over pizza and drank a bunch of water and I was good. Waking up this morning, my stomach rolled over as I did and it felt like it was jabbing the protest signs directly in to the lining. Since there's no more pizza, I'm glad I thought ahead enough to buy something for me to chow on this morning. So I'm currently working my way through left over fries and mozz sticks from IHOP. It's horrible food, but it's what I need to help calm the raging storm in my stomach. Peanut butter and carrots certainly wouldn't do me any good.

I'm also not sure if I slept wrong or if it was from standing too long in one position or what, but my left side hurts whenever I turn in a certain direction. It's not a stabbing pain, but the lower rib area feels like it was overworked ... something I really wish it had been from, rather than not having a clue. My bones crack and pop on their own now ... another sign of getting older. And I'm not even that old yet!

Random, completely off subject tidbit: in the process of still getting used to having weekends off, I seem to forget every Sunday that the Japanese Congregational Church across the street from me marks the start of their service with a gong. I mean, I'm assuming most churches do something with bells, but it makes sense to me that they would use a gong instead. Along with it being a reminder that it's Sunday, it also indicates that the time is just after 10am.

Anywho, due to the small war waging on my insides, I have decided that consuming alcohol for the third night in a row is probably a really bad idea. Especially since I have to work tomorrow morning, meaning I won't be able to laze about and take my time recovering. And because I like this job, I'm not going to call out because I got too shitfaced at the Super Bowl party I went to and couldn't handle myself afterward. If I hadn't gone out last night, I probably would have had a few drinks later today. Instead, I'll just be enjoying the snacks.

Happy February 1st everyone!

Yikes, well I hope you feel better. Thinking about eating greasy food first thing in the morning makes me feel a little queasy... >.<
» randomjunk on 2015-02-01 05:15:58

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