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but you haven't dodged a hangover.
I find I usually get about a 30min window after getting up before it hits.
And then the belief that having food has worked and it has not worked :'(
Maybe I'm not hungover at all. Might have a cup of tea now, I'll just - *throws up everywhere*"
Thinking, 'I'm not drunk, I feel fine, just a bit tipsy. Don't worry about work i'll be fine'.
And then you wake up to the demonic alarm clock and a groggy feeling, like a penis has penetrated every part of your head really hard. 'No victims here!' the penis boasts with his hard, selfish helmet. And you have to drag yourself, drag drag drag yourself out of bed and go to work. You overcompensate at work, are friendly to everyone (oh they don't know I was out until 3am) and you go and die a slow death every hour in the disabled toilets whilst swearing you'll never drink again.
'Seems I've totally learned to handle my alcohol these days like a proper grown up...'
'Ha! I pity those poor hungover fools, stuck in the foetal position in bed, begging for the sweet release of sleep, I'm absolutely fine. Bit of a headache, but nothing to worry about...'
'Might even have a walk around town. Yep, lovely fresh air just to clear any lingering cobwebs away...'
'Oh God. It's happening!'
*is suddenly and violently sick all over topshop*
Depending on what I need to do the next day, I don't mind these hangovers actually. If I need to go to work, it means the commute is bearable and it is usually gone by hometime. Inbetween I feel like shit but at least I am getting paid for it. If it is a lazy day at home I can get up, shower, eat then go back to bed for a nap to get rid of it. The problem occurs if I have to do something in the middle of the day. Kid's birthday party, family meal out, that kind of thing.
and I suspect it's the coke/lemonade that actually causes it.
Got a client coming in on short notice now and everyone else is busy so I've got to do it myself.
That'll right you.
Suffering/surviving an entire night of drinking-induced spinning rooms and broken sleep, fighting back waves of nausea and suffering through the depths of grimness that await you in the cold grey light of dawn, and then chucking up at about 10:30am anyway.