So I drink a lot less than I used to. Enough so that I don't generally worry about it, mostly white wine and beer in safe quantities and maybe once a week? I stopped tracking this stuff a while ago.
On Friday I made the stupid decision of buying vodka, though. I know, even as I'm doing it, that it's retarded, because it's rationalized as "celebrating," but it isn't celebrating anything to get drunk and have a hangover by myself.
What was odd this time was that, well, I may have poisoned myself? So I suck down a large amount of the vodka, if you're an alcoholic you know what that's like, what you have on hand you will drink and you don't stop once you start. So pretty typical night as far as that goes. The next day, I'm hungover, but it's not too bad. I feel sick, basically, that's what being hungover is, but I don't really have a headache, I can function normally. I go about my day. I go out to eat (Chinese buffet). I take a long walk on a hiking/mountain bike trail. I come home.
As the night carries on I get to feeling more of a pressure, I suppose you may say, in my stomach, and late at night my mouth suddenly starts watering all over, and I know what this is. I rarely vomit. I think I vomited from alcohol twice before in my whole life, once after a party where I massively overdid it (also on vodka, which I rarely drink) and one other time somewhat more recently. Seems like alcohol tolerance has gone down, which I understand is a really bad sign if you're still a heavy drinker (you're killing yourself) but a good sign if you've been cutting back. At any rate, I rush to my sink (wish I had picked the toilet) and I upheave the undigested contents of dinner, spraying through the nose too, over and over. I feel an immediate sense of relief in the stomach (not in the throat and nose, of course). When I go to drink more water, I find that any water I put in quickly comes back up with more globs of vomit mush. Like I'd expelled the liquid without working out all of the solid, and I had to "refuel." I just kind of run cycles like that until it's gone. Then I fall into what's like a fever without a fever, I clean up as well as I can my bathroom and go to bed (making sure to sip gently some liquid). My thoughts run in circles, like a fever dream, one of those nights where you come in and out of sleep but it's like the mind is stuck playing a script (since I'd been playing Days Gone a lot lately, it revolved around that).
I get up today and still feel like shit. Stool kind of yellow/oily. Nibbling at my food (I considered not eating at all). Drained of energy.
I've never had that happen before, to have a two day hangover, unless the vomiting/illness was unrelated? I know that sounds absurd, it's not my go-to explanation, but it seemed odd for the effect to be so delayed.
I haven't gotten around to doing it yet - I have basically laid in my chair all day - but I need to go pour the rest of the vodka down the sink. I can't explain why I do this when I know that it's not even fun to be drunk, much less deal with the aftermath. It was a bad habit I was starting to lapse back into. But I hope my body goes back to normal tomorrow. I really don't think I drank enough to actually fuck up my organs, but it felt different than other occasions.