Make me good, but not yet
Nov. 11th, 2025 02:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
muckefuckSo I've been anticipating a come-to-Jesus moment with my weekend binge drinking for a while now and it may finally have arrived.
Last Friday night, I ran an errand for AOC (our new nickname for the guy I'm seeing) which put me close to Rogers Park Social, so I popped in for a drink or three. When I started to get hungry, I headed home and made a sandwich. I figured my night out would end there--I had a new novel to get back to after all--but thenclintswan invited me to go to Anvil with him.
After several more drinks there, he suggested a change of locale, so we left together to catch a rideshare. Apparently, while standing at the corner talking to him, I pitched over backwards "like a cartoon character" and slammed into the sidewalk. After maybe 10-20 seconds of unconsciousness, he managed to revive me, bundle me into the car, and get me safely home.
I know this only from his account. I remember leaving the bar, throwing up at the corner, and getting in the car. But it gained a lot of plausibility the next morning when I realised I couldn't take a step without feeling like my brain was bouncing around in my skull. Any rapid change of direction was accompanied by a feeling of motion sickness and my neck was sore as hell. (Strangely, not my head, not was there a goose egg to be found on the back of it.)
I took a couple Tylenol and laid in bed until I heard AOC buzz at the front door. He had to leave about an hour later for work and not too long after BDDLD showed up to take his place. The rest of the day was spent in quiet recovery and reflection.
The dizziness hasn't entirely gone, but it's much less than it was, as is the pain (chiefly in my neck and pelvis). I think maybe relying on vibes to pace myself is not working and I may need to start picking some arbitrary markers, like no more than one drink an hour or four in a night.
Last Friday night, I ran an errand for AOC (our new nickname for the guy I'm seeing) which put me close to Rogers Park Social, so I popped in for a drink or three. When I started to get hungry, I headed home and made a sandwich. I figured my night out would end there--I had a new novel to get back to after all--but then
clintswan invited me to go to Anvil with him.After several more drinks there, he suggested a change of locale, so we left together to catch a rideshare. Apparently, while standing at the corner talking to him, I pitched over backwards "like a cartoon character" and slammed into the sidewalk. After maybe 10-20 seconds of unconsciousness, he managed to revive me, bundle me into the car, and get me safely home.
I know this only from his account. I remember leaving the bar, throwing up at the corner, and getting in the car. But it gained a lot of plausibility the next morning when I realised I couldn't take a step without feeling like my brain was bouncing around in my skull. Any rapid change of direction was accompanied by a feeling of motion sickness and my neck was sore as hell. (Strangely, not my head, not was there a goose egg to be found on the back of it.)
I took a couple Tylenol and laid in bed until I heard AOC buzz at the front door. He had to leave about an hour later for work and not too long after BDDLD showed up to take his place. The rest of the day was spent in quiet recovery and reflection.
The dizziness hasn't entirely gone, but it's much less than it was, as is the pain (chiefly in my neck and pelvis). I think maybe relying on vibes to pace myself is not working and I may need to start picking some arbitrary markers, like no more than one drink an hour or four in a night.
