Not Pretty

I woke just after 7am slightly tired but otherwise fine. I slept soundly, too.  However, by the time I brushed my teeth and got downstairs I began feeling a little nauseous.  Suddenly, nothing sounded better than the sofa. I went horizontal in a hurry.

As with most hangovers, it was a struggle getting back asleep, but eventually did. I slept until 830am when I got up for a second time and readied for a run. I didn’t really feel that much better but the idea of a looming run was too much to take. I needed to get it over with.

I headed out around 845am feeling rough. But like the handful of other times I’ve run under similar conditions, I was quickly able to shake off my ill ways. At the outset my face felt almost numb. I also knew that I’d almost certainly feel like crap once back at home. After a three mile run that was the case.

The sweating felt great. Needed to rid my body of the toxins. Back at home I toweled off the sweat and then found the sofa for another round of shut eye. Sleep was hard to come by. At some point I got up and took 2 or 3 more Advil. I didn’t have a headache, but didn’t want one either.

Mindy woke near 11am. I remained awake but stayed on the sofa. I acknowledged her presence and shared how bad I felt. She quizzed me on Friday night’s antics. I had only vague recollection of the last hour. Don’t recall going to bed.

Mindy eventually brought me a Tagament to help ease my upset stomach. I did little good. Felt like crap most of the day. Mindy opted out of yoga for waking so late. She expressed disappointment in me for feeling so bad, because it was self-inflicted. After all, this was our last day together for a while with me slated to ship off to NYC Sunday morning.

She was right, but there wasn’t a thing I could do about it after the fact. I did my best to be productive. I headed out to cut the lawn even though it was one of the last things I wanted to do. Not only was I hungover, but it was 90 degrees too.

I cut the entire front and about half of what I cut in the back before I was overcome by the heat and nausea. I headed inside in a cold sweat. And after toweling off did more sofa diving. At some point Mindy suggested I drink some Gatorade. I doubted it would help but tried it anyway. Hell, I had nothing to lose, and I’d been sucking down the ice water with little relief.

I drank it warm. And miraculously it made a big difference, and almost immediately, too.

While cooling off inside, quick but fairly strong downpour struck. Lasted about ten minutes. I left the mower out and exposed to the rain. I didn’t bother going out to move it.

After the rain I headed out to finish the lawn. Took no more than five minutes to finish the push mowing, and the tractor piece was easy. I decided to keep going and whacked, edged and blew. Wasn’t long before I felt like crap again. Ugh!

Took a break after finishing the lawn but then headed right back out back to take care of the two drooping walnut branches needing pruned. For the first time, I used the 14’ pruning pole/saw I bought new back in May.

Mindy came out and watched me work. I was feeling marginally better after guzzling some more Gatorade. Hmmm? Feeling good about getting those two large branches pruned, I decided to go ahead and spray the weed in the lawn too, yet another task that I haven’t found the time to do thus far this summer – latest ever. Didn’t really have many that warranted attention until recently. But at the present, they’re getting out of control.

I ended up using almost 3 gallons of a 4 gallon batch. That’s a lot of spraying. Used a lot on the morning glory/ivy.

Now around 5pm, Mindy once again expressed frustration over me being hungover She was looking forward to a date night. I agreed to give it a go, but knew it would have to be an early night and nothing too wild. My stomach was uneasy and queasy. After a shower I felt even better. More than anything, I needed a rock solid night of sleep. Nothing else would do.

Mindy wanted to dine at Milestone 229. We left around 630 – 700pm. I drove. Just thinking about being the passenger left me nauseous. We took position at the outdoor bar. Thinking back, that was probably a mistake. The AC felt far better inside, but it was crowded inside. The exterior bar wasn’t, at least when we first arrived. It eventually filled up too, though.

I drank only ice water. More than once, Mindy expressed sadness over my Sunday departure, though it wouldn’t be 100% certain until sometime after midnight.  We simply enjoyed the time we had the best we could. We enjoyed some pretzel bread and then personal entrees. I had their ‘Three Little Pigs’ while Mindy had their salmon. We both agreed that our dinners were just OK. Lacked superior taste – kind of bland. The presentation alone was top notch.

With a belly full of food, I was eager for home and eventually bed. I was tired. Took a while to get our check and then get it settled. We headed for home around 8 – 830pm. I drove home. My mom called while in transit home to wish me a safe trip home.

We weren’t in the door ten minutes before I rushed off to bed, but not before checking my email looking for direction regarding NYC. Nothing. I told Mindy I’d get up just after midnight to check again. She suggested I simply check again in the AM. As bad and as tired as I felt, I couldn’t easily fall asleep. Go figure!

Sleep finally befell me. Thank God!