Dirtlooter, don't do what I did back in the mid '60s. I had a cold. Got off work on Saturday evening, drove about 16 miles to nearest liquor store. The county where I lived was 'dry'. I bought a half pint of whiskey, and went home.
I intended to drink a couple or three shot glasses of whiskey, get under the covers, and 'sweat it out'. I had heard this was a great way to get rid of a cold. This was in November, temp in the lower 30s that night.
Well, I sat on the side of the bed, had a shot glass in one hand, and the half pint in the other. I poured a glass full and sipped it slowly. I was never one that could just down a shot of whiskey in a single gulp without losing my breath and almost choking to death. After I finished the first one, I poured a second. I remember watching Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners as I sipped. After the second shot I decided that at least one more would be necessary. After the third, I thought I wasn't getting any 'effect' from those first three and decided to have a fourth.
Later, after finishing the entire bottle, I decided it was time to get under the covers. I knew I was 'feeling pretty good'; but didn't feel 'high'.
About 1:30 a.m., I woke up. My wife was still up watching a movie. I was laying on my back, looking up at the light on the ceiling. That darned light began slowly turning! About that time my stomach kinda 'lurched'. I headed for the bathroom. By the time I got there, I was feeling really sick. I threw up, and I threw up. I washed my face in cold water until I felt better. I went back to bed, for a few minutes, then back to the bathroom. Again I threw up, then I washed my face in cold water until I felt better. Then I went back to bed.
I slept, but about 5 a.m., I went back to the bathroom. I didn't feel sick, just needed to relieve the pressure in my bladder. By the time I had finished, my stomach started feeling sick again. I threw up again.
After getting into bed again, I noticed my wife was sound asleep. That's when the baby daughter began crying. I checked to make sure her diaper was ok, then warmed a bottle of formula. I fed her the formula, put her back into the crib, and started back for bed. I was exhausted and felt so bad I wondered if I should go to the emergency room.
Just as I started dozing off, I remembered that this was now Monday morning and I was supposed to be at work at 7 a.m.. Oh, no! I realized that I was in no shape to go to work! I called in sick. About 4 p.m. my boss called and asked how I was feeling. I told him that I was pretty sure I had a case of the flu. He told me to take it easy and let him know if I would be able to work Wednesday. I called him Tuesday and told him I would do my best to be at work on Thursday morning.
I don't know if I actually had the flu or if I had a three day hangover! Very seldom have I felt so bad as I did this time. I've had a few hangovers, not many. I've never known of one lasting very long; so I assume I really had the flu. lol
