In getting the drop on your hangover, here's step 2 in my amazingly convolluted (though perhaps only just barely convolluted enough) seven step hangover cure. Enjoy, and thanks to all who weighed in on the previous post!
Check, then ignore. I had a two Advil hangover this morning, in fact, but sometimes it's easy to develop a three or four Adviler. I would say by all means, use common sense. Advil isn't that good for you, so it's unwise to take 4/day. But if you have a mind-crusher (or any other painful injury), it's totally safe to take more than the recommended dose.This moment also offers an excellent opportunity to swallow an ibuprofen or two (check recommended dosages, by all means).
So much this. I rarely take pain relievers, but this morning I had a crushing headache after a night of concerts, loud clubs downtown, and of course, copious amounts of alcohol. I took 4 Advil, and drank a full nalgene full of water. Felt better within like 30 minutes. The thing with recommended doses, is they are the safest dose for the entire population. The adult age is anyone TWELVE and old. I'm 31, 6'3", and 180 lbs... I'm not built like a twelve year old, so I think I can handle 4 advil a couple times a year. :)But if you have a mind-crusher (or any other painful injury), it's totally safe to take more than the recommended dose.
Agreed. I think it's always good to adjust for deflation/overcautiousness/variance from mean body weight, etcetera, when accommodating recommendations and warning labels. Then again, mk raises some valid concerns I hadn't even been considering. (Unfortunate choice of verb?) Either way, I think it's good to be aware of the stated side effects, however apt or accurate they may be, if only as a reminder that pills, unlike sleep and water, are not in the category of wholly salubrious substances to be consumed with impunity.
Waylaid by an irish manhattan (gangs of New York, anyone?)?! Oh cruel and delicious fate! Anyway, I see your predicament. And a certain level of "planniness" to borrow a favorite term from a good friend, really undermines the whole capriciousness, the whole ad libitum aspect of a good revel, which in my opinion, sufficiently diminishes its ability to exhilarate, and to expel one's accumulated burden of stress/angst/stale energy. So from this vantage, despite pain which might have been avoided, strategy might still serve us better after the fact than before. Regarding the jittery wakefulness, I think that this is a fairly common hangover symptom, and there are definitely a few things to be done to counter it, some of which will be featured in upcoming steps. However, if you don't have the luxury of going back to sleep, that point is well moot. (Can there be degrees of moot?) No matter, more help is on the way!
Okay, so step 1. Drink Water. Step 2. Get some sleep and maybe take a pain reliever. So far, it appears that I've been following your regiment pretty well for years. If the next step is to eat a burrito, pizza or an gyro, then I might as well apply for my hangover-medical-license now because, well... that's what I have been doing since my all nighters in college. Cards at Denny's? Please tell me this wasn't just fiction.Ahhh, the British. And by the British, I mean those British. Who really in fact resemble the Americans of the same era, what with their lunches of unapologetically multiple martinis. These were less stressed times, at least in some senses, and for some of the people. They were less alcophobic times and places, this much is clear. But we are nothing if not a post-Prohibitionist culture, convulsed at many turns by post-Prohibitionist guilt, which operates at once as would-be barrier and as unintended fuel to our fetishization, our very sacralization, of the spirit. But there goes a rant, and a fine one at that. We’ll save the rest for later.
I really do wish it were not taboo to offer someone a drink when they visit your office. People always offer coffee, which is a stimulant. Why not offer a cocktail in the event that the person standing in your office might like to go in the other direction? Maybe I need to relax in this meeting and not be wound up tighter than a drum. -Are drums "wound?"
Fiction? Hmmm ... alas, I think that it was. But then again, there's no way to be entirely sure. Either way, stranger things than this have actually happened. Wouldn't that make a good "ask hubski" thread? Tell us the story of the most surreal thing that ever really happened to you. I do agree that one should be offered martinis upon arriving in an office. Or scotch, maybe. Maybe our society's approach to business would be much more broad minded, kind, and cognizant of extra-financial consequences if we were simply allowed to slow down, relax, and enjoy a bit of communal cheer with our colleagues mid-workday. Then again, we might all sleep through the middle afternoon. Which in turn might also make us behave more humanly. It doesn't seem likely to happen anytime soon, sadly. Our culture is, if anything, increasingly fear/guilt/caution driven, which is intriguing as we are increasingly (statistically) not participants in those religions commonly cited as sources for guilt complexes. Then again, perhaps the emerging state religion is that of corporate compliance. But I'm far from despairing. I try to change my small corner of the world by offering libations to everyone who strays into the line of my hospitality. Granted, my workplace regards such things differently than do most. But home is a great marshaling space for such social shifts too. And whenever I receive an incredulous glance, a nervous titter, or a "but it's not yet 3:30!" in response to such an offer, I smile and pour my guest a cup of coffee. Or water. Or fresca. (Just kidding. I've never bought a fresca in my life). For de-stressing beverages that are workplace friendly, there are some teas you might want to consider. I'm investigating Kava root teas for their relaxing effects which don't impair motor skills, and don't seem to involve sleepiness. Rooibos is also becoming a favorite. It seems to energize even while it renders one serene. Of course, then you're the guy who's always offering people tea. Bottom line? Workplace protocols are straight-up fascist.