danhedonia do u work mental health?
Originally Posted by Danhedonia What kind of hangover are we talking? A "my head hurts, and I want to feel better?" hangover? Or "I'm not sure if that's dried vomit or dried diarrhea on my shirt tail ... and I'll be fucked if I can move to investigate it more clearly, so fuck it ... also, my molecular makeup has been altered and I now weigh only 70% of what I did last night" hangover? Or an "afraid to look at the car" hangover? For the former, many good suggestions. It is perhaps piling on to remind that greasy food is NOT easy on an irritated stomach lining, but if six shots = the lampshade, you're probably nowhere near that. If, on the other hand, you terrified someone who spent time drinking with Hunter S., and have handcuff marks on your wrists you can't really 'splain, you may wish to stick to potatoes, toast, and saltines as the person above suggested. If you have shat yourself, or woke up in your own dried vomit (preferably in very unfamiliar surroundings, perhaps involving a pastoral theme e.g. the middle of a field or a couch in an apartment with holes in the walls, then don't fuck around. Take a shitload of speed. If you have none, lurch into Walgreens (no need to change your clothes, trust me, you'll want the berth people cut you) and get 2 liters of Coca Cola and a package of the 120mg "X-Tra Strong" Pseudophed. Because alcohol is a depressant, and if the circumstances in which you woke up aren't depressing enough, a running six hour argument with the severely compromised lining of your stomach sure as fuck won't cheer you up. And because it's very likely you misbehaved, and that amused friends and less-than-amused authority figures may be seeking to bring this to your attention, you simply can't afford a sullen mood. No Sir! You need to be UP to face this. And stimulants - well, they're named that for a reason, aren't they? And as you careen through the rehydration process (feel free, btw, to load on all the pain relievers you wish, the dick waving of the medical types is for those with a normal life expectancy, you are immediately disqualified from this), you want to be BLOODY CHEERFUL. Don't you? Of course you do. The car may be compromised - if you can find it! As you claw and scrap at the receding cliff's edge of realistic perspective, few things will make as much sense as one more line of crank - or another 120mg pseudophed. It really does cure so many things: the vague sense that you should 'try to be reasonable;' problematic, hazy memories of violence with friends; missing pets. And the most horrible symptom of all, shame. Do you know how hard it is to be ashamed when you're tweaked out of your mind? A weeks worth of Smoking Gun archives will answer that for you, if you don't know the answer instinctively. And then DRINK. Anything, really: water. Coke. More booze. Just be sure to hydrate. Because when you come of that high, after all the booze, you are going to be bottoming out. At which point, it's best that you're already rehydrated in order to not emphasize a point you're making to the cross-eyed tow yard boss by accidentally sending some vomit onto his desk in the portable shack behind the chained up Rottie. And as you stagger out of his hovel and drive off in your crusty clothes, holding the mouthful of bile in at least 'til you reach the corner, you will realize: I WON. I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON.