Hold My Drink
Not in a good place.
I partied too hard in Saturday. Unknowingly, sort of. I was drinking at roughly the same pace as before and during the cruise. And this time it hit me particularly hard.
I think it was because of being vulnerable, of still being in recovery from the cruise. My body is still particularly weak, the exhaustion putting my natural defences at very low levels.
So the night was a complete bender, filled with huge black outs and less than stellar, wobbly walking around.
The hangover was tremendous and disabled me completely.
It activated the worst outbreak of herpes I've ever had. My face feels like an open, bleeding wound.
I feel disgusting.
When it comes to coming back to work, fuck. Zero energy, no motivation whatsoever to do anything more than behaving like a vegetable. In the roadmap there are a few parties ahead. Next week on Thursday I have the Department's night out. The following Saturday I have the Sabaton concert. I'll spend the week with Chico. Then I'll fly back home and will spend time with Fernando and Kikas. These social occasions are usually alcohol heavy.
By keeping this up, I won't lose any weight, I'll keep having less than optimal sleep and I'll struggle immensely with the very difficult three or four months ahead, filled with impending life changes.
I seriously need to cut back on the drinking and adopt the regimen I had going in better days. This means a ban on spirits (shots and long drinks). In the UK, Germany and Czech Republic, stick to one beer an hour. In Portugal, stick to wine, two glasses maximum.
Focus on the conversations and the music.
Remember more.
I partied too hard in Saturday. Unknowingly, sort of. I was drinking at roughly the same pace as before and during the cruise. And this time it hit me particularly hard.
I think it was because of being vulnerable, of still being in recovery from the cruise. My body is still particularly weak, the exhaustion putting my natural defences at very low levels.
So the night was a complete bender, filled with huge black outs and less than stellar, wobbly walking around.
The hangover was tremendous and disabled me completely.
It activated the worst outbreak of herpes I've ever had. My face feels like an open, bleeding wound.
I feel disgusting.
When it comes to coming back to work, fuck. Zero energy, no motivation whatsoever to do anything more than behaving like a vegetable. In the roadmap there are a few parties ahead. Next week on Thursday I have the Department's night out. The following Saturday I have the Sabaton concert. I'll spend the week with Chico. Then I'll fly back home and will spend time with Fernando and Kikas. These social occasions are usually alcohol heavy.
By keeping this up, I won't lose any weight, I'll keep having less than optimal sleep and I'll struggle immensely with the very difficult three or four months ahead, filled with impending life changes.
I seriously need to cut back on the drinking and adopt the regimen I had going in better days. This means a ban on spirits (shots and long drinks). In the UK, Germany and Czech Republic, stick to one beer an hour. In Portugal, stick to wine, two glasses maximum.
Focus on the conversations and the music.
Remember more.