Hungover.
Yes, it's that time again. The hangover is on me. Has me in it's grip. I find there are as many different hangovers as there are ways to deal with these. Some people take the easy route. They get drunk, stoned or whatever to feel better again. Now, obviously this is not a way I'd use, as it has quite a few drawbacks.
The other, sober choices, are far more useful and not as harmful to your poor, poor body and mind. I mean, you put yourself in this situation by making a very real decision of drinking more than you should have the night before. What goes up, must come down.
I also find that there are as many hangovers as there are different personalities. Personally, I rarely get a headache. I mean, sure, a night with scotch is going to hit me like a small gnome crawled into my brain with a bag of bombs and blow them up at quite precise intervals, whenever I move, stand up, or do anything. This is quite easily curable, however. I'm not a adcovate of taking painkillers after drinking, as either they go on your liver - paracetamol - and your liver is already working with getting rid of all the alcohol. The other typ of painkiller - ibumetin, acetylsaliacid, diklofenak - goes straight for your stomach, also something which alcohol is not particularly nice against. But sometimes, I break my rule, when I feel like I'm dying. I ain't no saint.
Mostly, however, my hangover goes mainly for my stomach and my mind, in a psychological sense. Even here, it's quite logical it works this way. I'm not trying to give you a lecture or so, I ain't really sure what I'm trying to do, but I tend to become more "vulnerable". I use this term, lacking a better one. Slightly emotionally challenged, unbalanced or such. I'm sure you get my meaning. This, as far as I've gathered, is because alcohol is a drug, and like most drugs, it releases some kind of substance in your brain in a massive quantity. In the case of alochol, it releases dopamines. As such, the reason why you're so damn happy when you're drunk is because of the massive overload of dopamines in your brain. Since you used such a large quantity of it the day before, the day after you obviously have much less of it, as the brain is still trying to bring it up to it's normal level.
This, my friends, is what I call a psychological hangover. It is way worse than just feeling sick, as most people tend to be. I usually have physical symptons, but they pale in comparison. A psychological hangover makes me irritated, grumpy (seriously, don't mess with me when I'm hungover. Please.), stupid and whiny. Many quite crappy attributes and traits to have.
Lisa, of course, find this to be highly amusing though. She doesn't usually tease me so much, I think, or perhaps I just don't notice it in the same way when I'm sober, but when she notices I'm in Grumpyville, she goes that extra mile too annoy me. Knowing how weak I am when hungover, she knows just the right way to strike. Firstly, poking me, tickling me and making other small stuff that I have to react too. I mean, if she tickles me, my nerves will make a unvolountary jolt, making me having to move. And moving around when hungover, really sucks balls. I'll whine about it, she'll laugh at me, and do it all again. She's very smart, my Lisa. When I get cranky, oh yes, I do, this is a quite dangerous game she plays, she usually disarms me with a smile and a tease, making me feel silly for being cranky over it. Thusly, she kills lots of birds with one stone. She makes me laugh, she manages to tease me, get me cranky, but never angry, and mainly, of course, she gets to make fun of me. People seem to like that, making fun of me. I guess I'm very easy to make fun off, haha.
Now, there's also an upside to being hungover. I mean, you have to find the positives in such a negative situation. Because of my altered dopaminelevels, sleep deprivation (I tend to sleep far worse when drinking. I have to go up, take a piss, can't fall asleep again, etc) and perhaps a sideeffect of all the stimuli from the night before (conversations, intoxication, obviously, meeting, events and new knowledge) I tend to alter my train of thought. Being so tired, I usually go down a more sitting still, buddhalike mindset. Not that I think of all the stuff he probably though of, but any form of altered consiousness really does wonders for your creativity, even a crappy ol' hangover can be used. I mean, if it's not too strong. Against a strong hangover, there is nothing to do except surrender.
What's a strong hangover? It's that utterly, horrible state of being with zero, nill, nada good side effect. It's just all the bad ones. Nausea, extreme lack of energy and horrible mental state of mind. I mean, sometimes - after tequila mainly - I've been so hungover that I can't even walk straight. I walk like a monkey, bent forward, arms dangling lifelessly, a pale, agonized face, a train of thought going something like "The bathroom is straight ahead. Just going to pee. Please, please, no vomiting. No vom... bleaarugh... shit.".
In a situation like that, I NEVER want to feel the night before coming through my mouth, of all things. I tend to have a bad enough residue of the night before in there anyway. No need to make it even worse. And, vomiting takes alot of energy. Your stomach muscles cramping up, even though you're utterly powerless, is quite a chore. Really, can you be weaker than in a situation like that? At least, if you're sick, you can get some sympathy from a kind soul. But being that hungover, you know you did this to yourself. You can get no sympathy, it was your own stupid choice to be there. It's not a very comforting thought, but usually it's the one I have, and I find it to be a somewhat realistic thought. It does sometimes blow me away though, that I actually made a semi-consciouss choice of lying there. But, like any good hangover, it goes away. 2-4 days later, I tend to be quite rejuvinated.
This, however, is quite beside the point. I am nowhere near that kind of hangover today. If I was, I most certainly wouldn't be sitting here. I rarely go there, to Fuckedupville, anymore. I guess it's a sign of some kind of maturity on my part. I still have a ways to go though. But it's ok, I like who and how and where I am.
My hangover today? Usual pattern. Needed to take a piss. Feeling abit dizzy, looked at the time, made a quick conclusion that I still wasn't sober, made another quick conclusion that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep again, went out on our porch, tried to find a lighter, tried to find a thai with a lighter, was laughed at by the lighterthai, smoked a ciggarette lit by the mocking lighterthai, got water at 7-Eleven, sat down in resort restuarant, ordered coffee, smoked another fag, got my mp3 player, went with Lynyrd Skynyrd, sipped my coffee, smoked another fag, changed to Grateful Dead, decided that the song Truckin' was my queue for going for the computer, decided against it 10 seconds later, sat for 20 minutes more, made the 10 meter walk with some effort, sat down, let my thoughts fly and came up with this.
Now, that's a quite usual hangover for me. Being a caffeine and nicotine junkie, and always with a weak alcoholstomach, I tend to see to those two needs before I see to my hunger, which gradually builds up over two hours or so after waking up. I'm slowly getting there now. Not yet though. I'm not yet quite prepared for the wave of nausea I know is coming after I eat. It always done. Takes some real mental strength to be able to down that first meal of the day.
So, do I have an actual point with this text? That's one of the negatives with just writing whatever you're thinking and letting yourself drift, you usually don't have a point, and just go on, and on, and on, until you suddenly realize, I need a point!
Hm, let's grab for one here... man, I have the sideeffect of thoughtblocking that sometimes comes with alcohol. Nothing is coming to me. Let's just let me give you a quick resume of what went down last night. We went to High Bar, checked out a really cool sunset. The moon was actually partially blocking the sun, making a quite cool effect. The colours were beautiful and the company was great. Lisa, me, Esra and Ali met up again. After a few hours we went down to the beach to find a different setting. We ended up at Buddha Bar, had a meal. I was really hungry at that time and the food tasted really good. I got BBQ chicken and a bunch of stuff from a buffe. It was really amazing, I'm telling ya!
We finished our meal, just me and Lisa, chatted for an hour or so then I went to the bathroom. When I came back I saw that Lisa had gone over to the bar and struck up a conversation with some canadian guy. I followed her example and politely asked a group of four, two guys and two girls - the guys being german, one girl french (first french for me here!) and one Swedish (man, those swedes are everywhere.) - and Lisa brought the guy back from the bar to join me and her, noticed I had found a new table and company and brought him there instead. That's the quick story of how 7 complete strangers had a great evening together with eachother. It's so damn easy to meet with people here in Asia, and Koh Tao is almost too easy! I'm going to dedicate an entire entry to that subject, as I find it quite fascinating, so I'm not getting into it right now.
Actually, I really need to take a piss and another fag, so I'm taking a quick pause from typing, and go do my dirty deeds.
I'm not even going to finish this up in any particular way. I'm just going to leave it. Just like this.
/Simon, been holding himself for too long. Pain...
The other, sober choices, are far more useful and not as harmful to your poor, poor body and mind. I mean, you put yourself in this situation by making a very real decision of drinking more than you should have the night before. What goes up, must come down.
I also find that there are as many hangovers as there are different personalities. Personally, I rarely get a headache. I mean, sure, a night with scotch is going to hit me like a small gnome crawled into my brain with a bag of bombs and blow them up at quite precise intervals, whenever I move, stand up, or do anything. This is quite easily curable, however. I'm not a adcovate of taking painkillers after drinking, as either they go on your liver - paracetamol - and your liver is already working with getting rid of all the alcohol. The other typ of painkiller - ibumetin, acetylsaliacid, diklofenak - goes straight for your stomach, also something which alcohol is not particularly nice against. But sometimes, I break my rule, when I feel like I'm dying. I ain't no saint.
Mostly, however, my hangover goes mainly for my stomach and my mind, in a psychological sense. Even here, it's quite logical it works this way. I'm not trying to give you a lecture or so, I ain't really sure what I'm trying to do, but I tend to become more "vulnerable". I use this term, lacking a better one. Slightly emotionally challenged, unbalanced or such. I'm sure you get my meaning. This, as far as I've gathered, is because alcohol is a drug, and like most drugs, it releases some kind of substance in your brain in a massive quantity. In the case of alochol, it releases dopamines. As such, the reason why you're so damn happy when you're drunk is because of the massive overload of dopamines in your brain. Since you used such a large quantity of it the day before, the day after you obviously have much less of it, as the brain is still trying to bring it up to it's normal level.
This, my friends, is what I call a psychological hangover. It is way worse than just feeling sick, as most people tend to be. I usually have physical symptons, but they pale in comparison. A psychological hangover makes me irritated, grumpy (seriously, don't mess with me when I'm hungover. Please.), stupid and whiny. Many quite crappy attributes and traits to have.
Lisa, of course, find this to be highly amusing though. She doesn't usually tease me so much, I think, or perhaps I just don't notice it in the same way when I'm sober, but when she notices I'm in Grumpyville, she goes that extra mile too annoy me. Knowing how weak I am when hungover, she knows just the right way to strike. Firstly, poking me, tickling me and making other small stuff that I have to react too. I mean, if she tickles me, my nerves will make a unvolountary jolt, making me having to move. And moving around when hungover, really sucks balls. I'll whine about it, she'll laugh at me, and do it all again. She's very smart, my Lisa. When I get cranky, oh yes, I do, this is a quite dangerous game she plays, she usually disarms me with a smile and a tease, making me feel silly for being cranky over it. Thusly, she kills lots of birds with one stone. She makes me laugh, she manages to tease me, get me cranky, but never angry, and mainly, of course, she gets to make fun of me. People seem to like that, making fun of me. I guess I'm very easy to make fun off, haha.
Now, there's also an upside to being hungover. I mean, you have to find the positives in such a negative situation. Because of my altered dopaminelevels, sleep deprivation (I tend to sleep far worse when drinking. I have to go up, take a piss, can't fall asleep again, etc) and perhaps a sideeffect of all the stimuli from the night before (conversations, intoxication, obviously, meeting, events and new knowledge) I tend to alter my train of thought. Being so tired, I usually go down a more sitting still, buddhalike mindset. Not that I think of all the stuff he probably though of, but any form of altered consiousness really does wonders for your creativity, even a crappy ol' hangover can be used. I mean, if it's not too strong. Against a strong hangover, there is nothing to do except surrender.
What's a strong hangover? It's that utterly, horrible state of being with zero, nill, nada good side effect. It's just all the bad ones. Nausea, extreme lack of energy and horrible mental state of mind. I mean, sometimes - after tequila mainly - I've been so hungover that I can't even walk straight. I walk like a monkey, bent forward, arms dangling lifelessly, a pale, agonized face, a train of thought going something like "The bathroom is straight ahead. Just going to pee. Please, please, no vomiting. No vom... bleaarugh... shit.".
In a situation like that, I NEVER want to feel the night before coming through my mouth, of all things. I tend to have a bad enough residue of the night before in there anyway. No need to make it even worse. And, vomiting takes alot of energy. Your stomach muscles cramping up, even though you're utterly powerless, is quite a chore. Really, can you be weaker than in a situation like that? At least, if you're sick, you can get some sympathy from a kind soul. But being that hungover, you know you did this to yourself. You can get no sympathy, it was your own stupid choice to be there. It's not a very comforting thought, but usually it's the one I have, and I find it to be a somewhat realistic thought. It does sometimes blow me away though, that I actually made a semi-consciouss choice of lying there. But, like any good hangover, it goes away. 2-4 days later, I tend to be quite rejuvinated.
This, however, is quite beside the point. I am nowhere near that kind of hangover today. If I was, I most certainly wouldn't be sitting here. I rarely go there, to Fuckedupville, anymore. I guess it's a sign of some kind of maturity on my part. I still have a ways to go though. But it's ok, I like who and how and where I am.
My hangover today? Usual pattern. Needed to take a piss. Feeling abit dizzy, looked at the time, made a quick conclusion that I still wasn't sober, made another quick conclusion that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep again, went out on our porch, tried to find a lighter, tried to find a thai with a lighter, was laughed at by the lighterthai, smoked a ciggarette lit by the mocking lighterthai, got water at 7-Eleven, sat down in resort restuarant, ordered coffee, smoked another fag, got my mp3 player, went with Lynyrd Skynyrd, sipped my coffee, smoked another fag, changed to Grateful Dead, decided that the song Truckin' was my queue for going for the computer, decided against it 10 seconds later, sat for 20 minutes more, made the 10 meter walk with some effort, sat down, let my thoughts fly and came up with this.
Now, that's a quite usual hangover for me. Being a caffeine and nicotine junkie, and always with a weak alcoholstomach, I tend to see to those two needs before I see to my hunger, which gradually builds up over two hours or so after waking up. I'm slowly getting there now. Not yet though. I'm not yet quite prepared for the wave of nausea I know is coming after I eat. It always done. Takes some real mental strength to be able to down that first meal of the day.
So, do I have an actual point with this text? That's one of the negatives with just writing whatever you're thinking and letting yourself drift, you usually don't have a point, and just go on, and on, and on, until you suddenly realize, I need a point!
Hm, let's grab for one here... man, I have the sideeffect of thoughtblocking that sometimes comes with alcohol. Nothing is coming to me. Let's just let me give you a quick resume of what went down last night. We went to High Bar, checked out a really cool sunset. The moon was actually partially blocking the sun, making a quite cool effect. The colours were beautiful and the company was great. Lisa, me, Esra and Ali met up again. After a few hours we went down to the beach to find a different setting. We ended up at Buddha Bar, had a meal. I was really hungry at that time and the food tasted really good. I got BBQ chicken and a bunch of stuff from a buffe. It was really amazing, I'm telling ya!
We finished our meal, just me and Lisa, chatted for an hour or so then I went to the bathroom. When I came back I saw that Lisa had gone over to the bar and struck up a conversation with some canadian guy. I followed her example and politely asked a group of four, two guys and two girls - the guys being german, one girl french (first french for me here!) and one Swedish (man, those swedes are everywhere.) - and Lisa brought the guy back from the bar to join me and her, noticed I had found a new table and company and brought him there instead. That's the quick story of how 7 complete strangers had a great evening together with eachother. It's so damn easy to meet with people here in Asia, and Koh Tao is almost too easy! I'm going to dedicate an entire entry to that subject, as I find it quite fascinating, so I'm not getting into it right now.
Actually, I really need to take a piss and another fag, so I'm taking a quick pause from typing, and go do my dirty deeds.
I'm not even going to finish this up in any particular way. I'm just going to leave it. Just like this.
/Simon, been holding himself for too long. Pain...
Kommentarer
Postat av: Marie
Om jag var du, och hade semester i flera månader till så hade jag botat min hungover med en hungover ;) Go for it!!
Tisdagen är snart över.. och den har inte varit allt för förjävlig ännu, lyllos mig =) Kramar
Cant wait for the pics!!
Postat av: Marie
Fasen Simon.. jag skriver ju som H.. hungover.. hangover.. Hur som helst..en ordentlig baksmälla kan väl aldrig vara fel i värmen ;) Kram
Postat av: Helena
Hej på er! sitter här hemma med sjuk dotter.igen=(
Hoppades på lite härliga bilder och annat kul som kan finnas här i bloggosfsären (finns det ett sånt ord?)Det enda jag hittar är nån halvfull engelsman som ingående beskriver olika situationer av sin baksmälla. SKÄRPNING!! In med bilder och annat kul. Jag håller inte med Marie! Sluta spill bort dagarna i bakrus. Upp o hoppa....snart kommer jag!!!
Pussar och kramar till er båda (och Lisa-visst är han roligast i världen att reta...så tacksam!!=)
PS Hör av dig om du är intresserad av visakortet
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