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6:32am: It's official. I have the alcohol tolerance of a kuribo.
I felt pretty bad yesterday morning, and all through the morning staff meeting. In fact, it wasn't until lunch when I started feeling better. It also wasn't until lunch that I finally realized what was wrong with me. Granted, part of it was likely allergies. I had spent all day outside yesterday. But a big part of it was something else...

Me: I'm not sick. I swear. I just... feel like crap...
Her: You had something to drink yesterday. And now you feel all icky?
Me: Yeah.
(so sue me, but a the time, I had no idea where she was going with this...)
Her: And a headache?
Me: Yeah.
Her: And your head hurts like wooooooh... *she gestures wavelike motions with her hands*
Me: Yeah!!
Her: You're hungover.
Me: Wait, what?!

Really... I mean, really?!

All I had to drink was a couple ounces of wine. A small $1, sample-sized cup. And it was a blush, a white whine, so it had less congers, less tannins, less histamines, etc., than a red wine, which I know can affect me. I drank other, non-alcoholic beverages at the time. And I drank this minuscule amount of wine early in the afternoon, assuming any physical feelings of withdrawl would take care of themselves long before the next day.

I didn't drink irresponsibly, and I didn't drink very much. I honestly thought I was drinking well within my limits. I certainly didn't expect this much of an effect, or to be called out on it at work. Hell, this is only the second hangover I've had in my entire life.

Important lesson learned. Stay away from grape-based wines. Period.

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8:57pm: Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Last night in kendo, I tweaked my shoulder again. It didn't pull it out of place, but it aggravated what injury was already there. And I'm feeling it now. So much so, that I'm actually icing it while I'm typing.

You know, I'd almost forgotten how many things I actually use my left arm for - picking up the telephone, opening the door, manhandling giant pieces of poster board, steering the car... I suppose that's one thing pain is good for - reminding you not to take various parts of the body for granted.

I hope it heals up fast. I won't be able to spar very well until I can get some more range of motion back. It's pretty bad right now, actually. I'll be forced to fight with my sword on the outside, strike low and block with my right hand up. A potential deathtrap for two reasons - namely death and trap. Which, of course, I'll probably throw myself into the middle of, just because I can.

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