Day 2 of the recovery: The head aches and the eyes strain, but I can see and think clearer now. Like driving through a dark storm, the persisting rain and the darkness have subsided and the glass is beginning to clear, revealing the road ahead. These last 72 hours have been a struggle of will not to throw myself out the window and silence the pounding of my head and tempest of my stomach. Dark thoughts are entertained under the poison of Baijiu, but one must forget those thoughts and focus on the Doctor Who marathon while in the safety and comfort of one's bed.
I have been able to keep food and drink down today. Tea and bread and bananas are all I have been able to manage; tomorrow I shall try eggs and bacon, if only to remember one of the great and true senses of life - the smell of cooking bacon. Food and drink are beginning to heal my body, but I suspect it will be some time before they silence the pressure on my mind. The constant dull ache is a fraction of what it was yesterday, but it is still enough to write off the day and avoid sunlight altogether. The trip to the supermarket not 50 paces from my apartment for water and necessities, was almost too much a journey.
Day 2 shall be remembered as the passing of the storm. Day 1 shall never be spoken of again and it shall serve as a reminder and warning to those who dance with the Baijiu devil. Alcohol is a poison we all take and survive. But Baijiu is a fight you'll remember until the day you die, as the worst hangover of your entire life.
I have been able to keep food and drink down today. Tea and bread and bananas are all I have been able to manage; tomorrow I shall try eggs and bacon, if only to remember one of the great and true senses of life - the smell of cooking bacon. Food and drink are beginning to heal my body, but I suspect it will be some time before they silence the pressure on my mind. The constant dull ache is a fraction of what it was yesterday, but it is still enough to write off the day and avoid sunlight altogether. The trip to the supermarket not 50 paces from my apartment for water and necessities, was almost too much a journey.
Day 2 shall be remembered as the passing of the storm. Day 1 shall never be spoken of again and it shall serve as a reminder and warning to those who dance with the Baijiu devil. Alcohol is a poison we all take and survive. But Baijiu is a fight you'll remember until the day you die, as the worst hangover of your entire life.