For this week's challenge, the trifecta of editors at Trifecta Writing Challenge have again dug through our suggestions for inspiration. (If you haven't linked up yet with Meet Your Fellow Trifectans, please do.) They've chosen Tamyka's suggestion:
thun·der noun \ˈthən-dər\
3: bang, rumble /the thunder of big guns/
The Hangover
Lying here on my deathbed, I’m sweating out the poisons of four glasses of wine I should not have consumed at a luncheon two days previous. Unable to hold down a bite of food or even a mouthful of
Gatorade, I curse at our open living plan and the thunder of six wee feet (two in a pair of my size 9 shoes) on the wooden floor below.
Wow! This is REALLY good! I like that she is lying on her deathbed, but not really. She probably wishes she would just die! LOL! This is great :)
ReplyDeleteUh, so that she is me, and yes, yes, yes, I am only starting to be in the land of the living once again. Thinking of hobbling outside to take my kids for a walk. Not sure it is a good idea though. Also thinking of giving up drinking entirely.
DeleteI remember those days . . . and that feeling . . . and how glad I am now that I gave it up. Cheers, karen. Hope it goes away soon.
ReplyDeleteI'm 90% better, thank you. I am giving it up too. At least at social events.
DeleteI've never been much of a drinker, but this year I think that the reality of parenting mixed with a lack of a decent social life and social skills that are in much need of practice have seen me having more than my absolute limit of 2 drinks. And so, for the time being, on the rare occasion that we have opportunity to be social, I am going to concentrate on my social skills, completely unlubricated. =)
Oh no! This was reality? Your poor head. Your poor stomach. Having the wee ones running around make it all the worse. Fresh air? Your plan directly above sounds like a good one. Hang in there!
ReplyDeleteThanks Gina. What a Trifecta inspiration, right?!
DeleteI also remember those days and that feeling, but I didn't have a tiny horde descending upon me while in that state. Glad you are making it through. See you on the other side.
ReplyDeleteYa, um, sorry to remind you. We always make it through these small, unfortunate moments in our lives, hopefully a bit wiser, like with a better game plan going forward, right?! Especially when we can see so plainly that the current game plan is just. not. working. So ya, you know, onward and upward ...
DeleteYou captured that living death feeling of a hangover perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Unfortunately I was living the experience. =)
DeleteNice - Love the image of six wee feet clomping about.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I love those six feet dearly. Not so sure about those hollow hardwood floors, though.
ReplyDeleteThis is what "writing through your pain" is all about! ;-)
ReplyDeleteGreat job conveying the feelings of a hangover.
Is that what they say?! Ouch. Thanks. Slightly chagrined.
DeleteClomping is perfect - although, in a hungover state a tiptoe might as well be a clomp!
ReplyDeleteOh ya!!! And on my old floors -- we live on the second and third floors of a very old house with little to no sound absorption. It doesn't help that the ceilings are high, our furniture (what little we have) is leather and we have big glass windows! And that my bed is in an open(ish) loft right above the area they love to play. It's like a coliseum in ancient Greece most of the time.
DeleteI really love this. You've truly captured the awful feeling of the dreaded hangover. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm planning to not repeat the experience any time soon. (shudder).
DeleteForgive me for this, because I believe in the sincerity of your heroine's torment, but the last line made me smile.
ReplyDeleteForgiven. And really? it was meant to. In this case, you should note however, that I am, indeed, the "heroine". Wishing that heroin would be safe enough to ease my pain. But yes, I do ponder how a junkie does it when I get caught in these unending moments of "illness".
DeleteI don't know which is worse - the clomping feet, or the other noise 3 kids can make together. Or maybe yours don't yell, squeal or fight :)
ReplyDeleteSorry this was true, but glad to see from above comments that you're off the deathbed!
Oh, no. My children use very loud voices, even just to talk. And when they get into a squabble, oh, boy it is painful. Even when I feel okay.
DeleteAnd lately, maybe hormones, maybe changes in his situation, IDK, but my 5 year old is really having some big temper tantrums. Holy cow, like you wouldn't believe.
I am not sorry this is true (you know, from the vantage point of having survived it), it was a good little helloooooo, perhaps some social skills need a little refresher course. After all, booze is for enjoying, not for making one more sociable. That simply never ends well. At least not in my world. =)
Thank you for reading and commenting. Comments are such a fun connection! Gee I love Trifecta, and all the things I get to read and talk about. I hate the weeks that don't allow the time required!
funny how that hangover that did not used to bother us is amplified to misery once we have (and by) children.
ReplyDeleteUh, sadly for me, I seem to go toxic. With/without children, they are pretty brutal. This is only about the fourth or fifth time in my 45 years that I have suffered a hangover, they are that bad.
DeleteAnd I'm a mean drunk. Usually to myself. So ... ya. Not my best move. =)
But in other things I know exactly what you mean! I can't even stay up late and recover easily.
"Two in a pair of my size 9 shoes" - that line really brought it all crashing in on me. :) You did a great job of capturing the melodrama we all feel when we bring something like this on ourselves, while aligning it with the everyday details of life.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Yes. The kid clumping around in my shoes. It really happened, though thankfully not in my loudest shoes.
DeleteThanks for taking part in my misery which is, for the most part, now over. Confirmed by the sign that, when passing a local establishment's daily specials sign, the spiced rum seemed horrifyingly tempting.
Heheheh, that really brought the thunder of a hangover into perspective. You made me glad I don't drink, and don't live where thundering feet could terrorize me any more! :-)
ReplyDeleteGlad I could do you a service today. =)
DeleteThe thundering of little footsteps must stop now anyway. After four years off, we newly have tenants in our main floor suite.
Thanks for stopping by. Now the pressure is again upon me. Must read more stories!
Ohhhh. I had to go back to the title to see it was just a hangover. OW. May the thunder subside, Karen.
ReplyDeleteA few days ago, actually, and thank you for the good wishes. I can't lie. I had a sip of beer tonight with dinner. But I'ma be steadfast about not drinking for a while when in bigger social groups. Being that I claim my spot on the spectrum, big groups are hard for me and require more wits than I've been keeping of late.
DeleteGreat write, Karen. That thunder is something I think we've all experienced at some stage. It's great having you back regularly.
ReplyDeleteHa ha ... you're funny ... warning: twice is only coincidence (and being confined to my bed). When it becomes a trend, I'ma alert the media!
DeleteNice take. :)
ReplyDeletethank you!
DeleteSo I'm not the only one for whom four glasses is an insane amount of intoxication!
ReplyDeleteSad, really. I might even be down to two. Or, you know, none really. Ouch.
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