Feelin' fine

When I was 17 and very cheekily drinking and going out underage, my body had this uncanny knack to bounce back. Alcohol induced hazes didn't come with punishments attached in the form of horrendous hangovers, the tiredness didn't really effect you and a boozy bender could consist of four or five consecutive nights of going out without so much as a bat of an eyelid from yours truly.

That kind of resilience doesn't last though and I think that at about 20, that whole 'bounce back' thing kind of started to die. I had to pick and choose my battles, either drinking and going home early or not drinking and going home late. I figured out fairly early that it was much easier to be tired OR hung over rather than tired AND hungover. I know, right- LAME.

Yes, I was lame and until recently I had pretty well come to terms with the fact that I would never be able to reclaim my body's former glory. Never again would I be able to wake up like nothing had happened, or without having little cartoon birdies flying around my head because I drank too much tequila. I comforted myself by saying 'it was good while it lasted' or 'it's better to have bounced back and lost your ability than to have never bounced back at all". Until that is, I woke up this morning feeling particularly elastic.

You see, being a resilient binge drinker is all about conditioning. You don't see marathon runner going into a big race all 'half cocked'. Boxers don't go into a fight all 'willy nilly' without serious training before hand. You shouldn't binge drink without properly limbering yourself up for the beating you are about to give your liver. It's just common sense, really.

So it seems that after a year of playing rugby (yes, I am crediting my alcoholic conditioning to Old Collegians rugby club), I am once again able to 'bounce back'.

Last night I went to bed/passed out, surprisingly not still in my clothes, but very merry. This morning I woke up (potentially still drunk) feeling like a million bucks. Sure, if I tip my head upside down I feel a little like I'm swimming. Sure, my eyes are a little bleary but I'm not tired, I don't feel seedy and thanks to my jumbo, extra strong latte, the red bull in my purse, panadol and some eyedrops (just to be safe), I think I'm going to continue to feel fine.

There is, of course, the possibility that this hangover will be a creeper. You know, those awful hangovers that lure you into a false sense of security and don't hit you until mid afternoon, just when you thought it was safe to let your guard down. Yeah, hoping it's not one of those because that is going to suck. Although, as a general rule I tend to sell a lot more shit at work when I'm hungover. Must be something about the smell of vodka emanating from my pores that gets people in the mood for wasting their money, but who's complaining?

Anyway, I am supposed to be you know,  working, so TTFN.


-Nadia X

Edit: Yep, it was a creeper. I suppose I haven't returned to form....best to test that theory though with more benders and of course, by conditioning my liver for future beatings. :P - N