I woke up this morning with a hangover. It’s been months, maybe over seven months since I’ve had a hangover. I woke up feeling jittery and weak with a slight headache.
Last night, I hit the Peanut Butter Whisky bottle. I had, maybe, six shots in a two hour period on an empty stomach. I knew I was finished with the last shot. Thankfully, I didn’t black out. My last episode with the hard stuff (Cinnamon Vodka) in the Summer 2020 resulted in some lost time.
In the recent past, I would have the beer, plenty of beer on a work night and wake up hungover and struggled to work through the day in a haze. It was awful but while drinking the beer the world was a better place. I stayed away from the hard stuff because beer did the trick for me at that time.
Since the appendix surgery, I’ve stay off the beer. The other surgeries soon follow (detached retina and abscess) and I still stayed away from beer. For some reason, beer doesn’t have the same flare it once did for me. I’ve only started on the hard stuff as to experiment and see what kind of liquors and spirits I like as I can find the better world world again. But, last night, was an over indulgence and I would like to avoid that in the future.