Hot Sauce and Aspirin

I turned 40 yesterday. It’s terrible. I should definitely invent time travel and go back to 39! Seriously, you wouldn’t think 1 day makes a difference, but here I am, hungover, blogging from close proximity to a bathroom, after splitting a bottle of really good wine with a friend, and having 2 drinks with dinner. Since the preventive method didn’t work, (much like the birth control, it is important to use it all the time, but sometimes a little something can sneak through.) I thought, this is a good opportunity to try a fan suggestion. Randall is a firefighter #FirstRespondersRock, who has had a few drinks and then had to get up and function at 100% the next day. He swears by waking up a couple hours before you have to be up, drinking as much water as humanly possible, taking an Advil, and going back to sleep. This morning I woke up at 6:30, and was dead. My handy dandy prevention pills just laughing at me from somewhere besides my liver and stomach. I figured, I’m dead anyway, and have been 40 now for an entire day, I’ll try it your way, Randall. So I dragged my sick little self out to the kitchen, forced myself to drink an entire pint of water with an Advil, closed the blinds and went back to sleep. I will say, I was able to sleep, which normally wouldn’t happen. And I slept off and on, but mostly on, until 10:30. At 10:30 I sort of cautiously checked in with my body and seemed ok. But I was not. So, I thought, something has to work, right? 1/2 of a bottle of wine can’t be my undoing! This isn’t how my story ends.

And it isn’t. I drank a glass of water with a Nuun tablet, I ate some tums, I took a shower, I stayed close to the bathroom. And here we are at 12:45, still hungover. But, less hungover than I was 2 hours ago… Right now you are thinking, “Julie, what’s the lesson? What’s the cure? Where is the hope? What do I do? What have I done?” The lesson is, stay 39! And if you can’t do that, drink more water, less alcohol, and hang on tight, it’s going to be a rough day! Thanks for coming on the journey with me, my favorite drunkies! I love you all, and you know it’s not the alcohol talking.