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June 28, 2006

That Old, Hungover Feeling

You know, hideous as they are, I can tolerate a hangover if I had one helluva night before. But last night? I didn't. I had a glass of wine. A. Glass. As in one. With dinner. Hours before I went to bed.

So why do I feel as if elephants are dancing up and down my spine? And through the back of my cranium? Oh and behind my eyes? Not sharp pain, not piercing pain. A persistent thump thump thump of pain. Like a dancing elephant (or twenty).

I also have that I can't really think well right now feeling that comes with a hangover. Only there is no way I can possibly be hungover after one little glass of pinot grigio. No. Way.

Dammit. If I'm going to feel like this, I at least want an evening of debauchery as a precursor.

Posted by sally at June 28, 2006 10:09 AM

Comments

Welcome to the Wide, Wide, World of the Aged & the(almost)Infirmed....Getting old sucks.

Posted by: Nancy at June 28, 2006 10:34 AM

Speak for yourself. I am far too immature to be suffering from age-related infirmity.

Posted by: Sallyacious at June 28, 2006 11:39 AM

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