About this time last night, I had a massive headache. Not like one of those little in-the-back-of-your-head headaches either. This was one of those throbbing ones that you think should have gone away 15 minutes ago since you took 2 Advil. And the worst part is that this was a post-drinking headache. The kind that you should get after countless drinks and indiscriminate shots and bad decisions. But really, it was after a couple shots of vodka, a Coors Light and 1 vodka 7-Up and a basket of chicken tenders and fries.
A couple years ago, I wouldn't even consider that above mentioned run down as "drinking", but there I was sprawled out on the couch last night wondering why I agreed to drink warm vodka in the afternoon. I proceeded to lament to my sister, my younger sister, but she quickly stopped me, saying that she didn't want to hear about what it's like being old. I told her about my drinking and bad eating habits that day, and how I was detoxing myself on water and veggies.
And then I told her when I kneeled down, my legs hurt. Hopefully that's another side effect of the alcohol...and not age.
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