I get bad hangovers and I hate it. The headache, the queasy stomach, that general feeling of dread; I've been there. Oh have I been there. I've actually been telling people for YEARS that I'm allergic to alcohol because I always get allergy-like symptoms the day after drinking. I have a runny nose, puffy eyes, and sneezing fits. Mind you, this perceived allergy did not stop me from drinking. Now I think it's just the dehydration. I could Google it, but I'm pretty busy blogging right now.
Hangover's suck, duh. But there's something interesting that happens with hangovers. I stop caring. I'm super indulgent and do exactly what I want to do, which is usually very little when I'm hungover. I eat whatever I want because I feel so physically horrible. I've essentially battered my brain around so badly the previous night that it goes on strike.
Normally I have a little nagging conscience that says "Hey Liz, don't eat that greasy cheesy breakfast sandwich. It's not good for you! Let's make some nice scrambled egg whites, okay, sweetheart?" When I'm hungover that conscience is right next to me moaning and groaning and saying, "Cheeeeese. Put ketchup on it. Put it in a bowl and eat like a trough. Don't you have more cheese in the fridge? Yeah, more cheese you filthy animal. Ugh I hate us."
Obviously, this is not great behavior, but I do respect the mighty hangover's ability to turn off my insecurities, doubts, worries, and all those other dumb neuroses. My body is out-screaming all of those with a powerful war cry of "FRENCH FRIES!!!"