I’ve got one. A stonker, in fact. In an attempt to prevent the day from being a total waste — and to prove to myself that, evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, I haven’t actually broken my brain — I thought I’d try to write something about them.
So. Hangovers:
1. They’re not good.
2. They’re not good. Christ, I think I’ve said that already.
3. There should be some kind of universally-agreed and internationally-recognised measurement of hangover, like the Richter Scale for earthquakes, or that one I can never remember the name of that relates to the hotness of chilies*. Come to think of it, I seem to recall that serious earthquakeologists don’t use the Richter scale any more, and have got some other new and groovier way of measuring the bloody things. But, Christ, you know? Why would they do that? Stop being greedy on the scale thing. Instead of chopping and changing over earthquake measuring, why not put your fertile minds to coming up with one for hangovers instead? That way people (by which I mean partners, mainly) would be able to see that the sufferer is really not very well at all, and needs to be treated kindly and if not exactly with sympathy, then at least tolerance. Maybe there could be a badge you could wear, in fact, or a digital read-out you could have installed in your forehead. That way when you went lurching out into the world to fulfil some unavoidable errand then other people would know to steer well clear and to do what they can to ease your progress, rather than just walking around and being themselves in a variety of challenging and unhelpful ways.
4. Alcohol should come with warnings that help. I don’t care about it being bad for pregnant women. I’m not one. Telling me to ‘drink responsibly’ is clearly a lost cause too. Instead they should describe the depths of pain, fear and confusion you will be wallowing in the next day, in quite small type, so you have to concentrate. Maybe every bottle of beer or wine should have a little mirror on it too, so you can see your face — and realise that instead of looking dashing and insouciant and man-about-town you in fact look like a leery buffoon whose features are in danger of sliding off his face.
5. Serious hangovers have a journey attached. You wake up feeling not too bad. This is because you’re still a bit drunk. Then slowly you start to feel really appalling. Then there’s a brief Indian Summer where for half an hour you think ‘Oh, okay, I’m feeling a bit better now, thank God for that.’ Then, sadly, it gets worse. It’s during this last stage that you will make fervent promises never to drink ever again. Then you’ll remember that you’re going out again tonight. Which I am. Oh lord.
6. I’m not sure there is a (6), actually.
7. One of the more distressing features of getting a little older is the advent of the two-day hangover. When I was young and full of hope, I used to be able to go out, have far too much fun, merely feel a bit pasty the next morning, and be back on form by early afternoon. Now I will be effectively in a coma for twenty four hours, and still feel ropey the next day. That’s not fair. Becoming wiser is not an adequate trade-off for this.
8. Here are two of my other memorable hangovers. The morning after my friend Zaz’s thirtieth birthday. She’s forty now. I can vividly recall how bad I felt the next day, a decade later. I should be able to learn from this that no evening is worth that level of discomfort. Have I learned this? No. Another would be a morning in Snohomish, Washington State. My wife and I had a fabulous evening in a bar called The Oxford, run by a charming couple who were extremely nice to us. I drank quite a few pints of some very cloudy local microbrew, and woke up the next morning feeling dire. Nonetheless we walked into town, and I checked out a second-hand bookstore I’d noticed the night before. It was big and excellent, and the presence of lots and lots of books made me feel a little better. But then my wife, who’d noticed they had some of my hardcovers, insisted on going up to the staff and asking if they’d like them signed. There was a long, long, loooooooong pause, before the guy said ‘Yeah, sure’ — which clearly meant ‘No, never heard of him, and why would we want some loser to scrawl his name on his books anyway? And also, just how frigging hungover is he? Look — he’s lying face-down on the floor.’ I signed the books, and left. I still feel a bit embarrassed about it now. And one day, my wife will pay.
9. I should probably have some lunch now. What do people have for lunch? I can’t remember.
10. When I come to power, people who get all smug and judgemental about other people’s hangovers will be put to death. Saying ‘Well, it’s your own silly fault’ or ‘If you’re going to be a man in the evening, be a man the next morning’ or ‘Personally I never get hangovers, because I only drink in moderation’ is not the sign of maturity. It’s a sign of being a knob.
I’m not going to go back and edit this because I can barely read. If there are any grammatical mistakes, keep them to yourself. I’ve got a hangover, in case that wasn’t clear.
— ememess
* Aha – it’s the Scoville unit, that’s it. Just Wikipediaed it. See? I’m on top of my game after all.
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November 27, 2009 at 3:08 pm
Yewtree
You know you’re a writer when… you can write eloquent blogposts when hungover.
I prescribe either (a) more drink; or (b) sleep.
November 27, 2009 at 3:23 pm
Melaniegf
Ouucch. I can truly sympathise with the pitiful scenario you have evoked. For what it’s worth, here is some of the most valuable things I learned by marrying a Glaswegian…
1. Did you know you can safely take the maximum does of paracetemol AND the maximum does of ibruprofen based over the counter remedies at the same time. Not all day everyday, of course, but certainly for the rest of today (and, if necessary, tomorrow, etc…) It might not actually shift the problem you’re describing, but it might turn the volume down to a din.
2. Lunch. It sounds like you might be passed the stage where worrying about what ‘other people’ eat for lunch is of any use. People like you need to keep their fried carbs levels up. Deep fried if this can be safely achieved (i.e. if it doesn’t involve you actually standing too dangerously close to any gas appliances today)
3. Irn Bru. It really does help.
4. Hangover avoidance tricks. Taking Xantac before you drink makes you considerably less likely to have a hangover ever, ever again. Luckily, you can now buy it over the counter at Boots. Better still, if you can face it, ask them for their over-the-counter remedy containing Omeprazole (I forget the brand name), and take 20mg before going out this evening. (I know the box probably says 10mg, but a Scottish friend who is a gastric surgeon laughs in the face of this paltry dose.)
Since, reading between the lines, it seems you are unlikely to be driving to tonight’s festivities, if none of the above helps, could you perhaps also consider taking the inevitable step towards salvation and just go for that hair of the dog right now? You might end up sleeping for the rest of the afternoon, but then would that really be such a bad thing?
November 27, 2009 at 5:28 pm
ememess
I sense a woman with experience. That’s all excellent advice – thank you 🙂 I’ve already eaten an entire pack of Nurophen (packaging and all, I just jammed the whole thing in). And about an hour and a half from now the Hair of the Dog tactic will kick in… wish me luck.
November 28, 2009 at 12:06 am
jtomalley
Oh dear, you write better hung over than most authors do stone cold sober. You made me laugh. Which is cruel, because I have one too. Damn you.
November 28, 2009 at 5:58 am
Karie
What I find amazing is how much you managed to write during a hangover. I would have had trouble turning the computer on and definitely not been able to type without a nap between paragraphs. Anyway, I prefer the hangover prevention method instead of a remedy. The trick is to take potassium with ibuprofen before you go to sleep. It stops the swelling of the brain before it starts. Of course, tequila doesnt give you a hangover. 😉
November 29, 2009 at 3:03 am
kathleen
Ahhh excellent . I hope you are feeling better by now . Only been truly hung over once . I view that as proof of what a s ad poor deprived life I have led. Hmmm where is my bottle of scotch?
November 29, 2009 at 2:49 pm
ememess
If you’ve only been hungover once then you have *way* too many credits left. From now on, I’m going to send my hangovers to you.
November 29, 2009 at 4:33 pm
kathleen
It was a doozy of a hangover though. It was also on boxing day… bad scene.
Of course you can send the hangovers over here, I have plenty of sick days left at work. Have fun and be merry .
November 29, 2009 at 3:53 am
Julirose
I laughed from beginning to end. I couldn’t help myself – most fun I’ve had all day. You’ve lifted the spirits of the dearly depressed.
November 29, 2009 at 5:49 am
DJBacon
Whenever i wake up with a hangover kicking through my brain i always attempt to write about it. How painful it is. How generally unpleasent the whole experience is. How my girlfriend and slowly growing army of household animals deserve to die for being unable to ‘keep it down’. I never actually quite manage to write anything though, as i usually spend the next day or so whimpering and clutching at my skull.
I’m going to save this blog of yours onto my phone, and from now on, each time i get a hangover (notice how i say ‘get’, not ‘give myself’, as i firmly believe hangovers are the product of sinister and unseen forces that wish pain upon me and my fellow drinkers) i’m going to read it and pretend i have writen it there and then to avoid the feeling of complete and failure i always encounter when sitting at a keyboard after a heavy night out.
Anyway, it’s 5:50 AM, the fire alarm is ringing outside my office, i suppose i better go and see what’s causing it. Farewell.
November 29, 2009 at 2:46 pm
ememess
Please do take the blog and use it as described. Anything I can do to assist fellow sufferers is good by me. And you’re right, one doesn’t ‘get’ hangovers. They arrive. Of their own free, dark will. If only other people understood that. Partners especially.
December 1, 2009 at 8:42 am
mantichore
It’s the coming back to get another one the next day I just don’t understand. It’s like watching Homer Simpson with an electrified donut. Seems to me you could, I don’t know… ease up on the drinks the second night, in order to avoid the unpleasant side-effects you may not have totally recovered from yet?
Yeah, yeah, I know: I will get put to death.
Or not.
You might have a hangover from celebrating your coming into power.
December 1, 2009 at 1:55 pm
ememess
Ah, but you see, here’s how it works for dedicated idiots. You turn up to the second event because they’re good people and you want to go and it’s not their fault you feel like death. To avoid standing there looking like a zombie you gingerly try a beer. Then another. Suddenly you feel actually quite okay — or, as a friend of mine puts it, ‘bordering on the magnificent’. You continue rehydrating with beer for several hours, having a super time. Then the next morning… it becomes not so good. If you’re unfamiliar with this process, do try to keep it that way. It’s not to be recommended.
January 11, 2010 at 2:31 pm
Chris L
This is what’s known as inadvertent hair of the dog.
December 20, 2009 at 9:28 am
LJ Roos
Hey Mike, keep up the great writing!
It was a good couple of years ago, by chance, that I picked up and read one of your books, it blew me away, as things tend to go, I passed the book around to my family and friends, and sooner or later we had a small MMS club brewing!
If you ever plan on coming around to South Africa, please drop me a mail, would kill for some of those legendary signatures on our books!
Kind regards.
LJR.
December 20, 2009 at 2:57 pm
ememess
Hey –
Thank you for the kind comments… I’ll certainly let it be widely known if I should ever make my way to South Africa…
December 27, 2009 at 10:34 am
Che
Lightweight…
December 27, 2009 at 5:41 pm
BLSpears
I have one of those awesome signatures. Its the type of thing that makes a whole year.
ugh. Hangovers. I do coke or coffee with ibuprofen with acetomenaphin. (Spelling?)
Caffeine helps stop swelling. Try natural sugar for fatigue. For example, apples or bananas.
January 2, 2010 at 1:55 am
K. F. Zuzulo
Yes.
January 15, 2010 at 12:50 pm
Gigi
Funny. This was your last blog post. I *know* this was not your last hangover. You got so many helpful hints, there’s nothing I can add. And I know better than to chide you. I’ll just say “Hi” and thank you for another fabulous post. But then you know that I always love *your* words too.
January 22, 2010 at 8:18 pm
katey
Reading about your stonking hangover has given me the desire to throw off the shackles imposed by my (until now easily kept) New Year’s resolution and indulge in a drinking spree tonight. I’m not sure that this is an entirely rational reaction to your pitiful post, but I will use it as an excuse regardless.
I guess that will make me a DUMMSI (Drunk Under the MMS Influence).
Cheers!
January 23, 2010 at 1:40 pm
ememess
I’m afraid that I am unable to take responsibility for my own hangovers, let alone anyone else’s. But I hope you had a good night…
March 12, 2010 at 11:14 am
Ibrahim
Never woke up in a ‘not too bad cuz am still drunk’ mode after ANY hangover!
March 12, 2010 at 11:23 am
ememess
Evidently you just haven’t been trying hard enough…
March 12, 2010 at 4:28 pm
Kate
Hey MMS, completely off-topic but I just feel compelled to ask – “evidently” seems to be the most used word in your arsenal. Is there a reason? Not ciriticizing, just wondering…did you know you use it as much as you do? When I first read One of Us I noticed it and it amused me, and I wondered if it was some kind of in-joke. But then, because I had noticed it and was looking out for it, I kept on noticing it in your other books. Is there a history or do you just like the sound of it (or, perhaps, you just do not like the sound of its synonyms nearly as much), or is it just your natural tendency?
Me – I have a tendency to write “clearly” in that spot, but I try to mix and match synonyms because you’ve made me hyper aware whenever I use “clearly” or “evidently”. Reading your previous comment about not being responsible for my hangover (which didn’t happen by the way, yay), I”m assuming you will find it a bit weird to have this random but very specific influence over someone you don’t know’s writing, but hey, it’s real, so I thought it may interest you.
March 13, 2010 at 12:14 pm
ememess
That’s actually very interesting 🙂 I had recently noticed just how often I use that word, and have a note to look out for it when it comes to editing the novel I’ve just finished… I guess I just like it. Well, evidently I do 😉 “Clearly” is similar, of course, but just not quite the same… “Evidently” possibly just mirrors my understanding of perception a little better. Or it could simply be a verbal tic I have, that needs ironing out…
March 14, 2010 at 12:49 am
Kate
Hmmm…interesting. Don’t edit it too heavily; I’ll miss it when it’s gone 🙂 Maybe, now that you are regularly writing from multiple points of view, you should keep it as a trademark verbal tic of your protagonists, but edit it out completely when you’re writing from other POVs.
March 14, 2010 at 6:19 am
Kate
And while I’m in editing mode, it seems we both need to keep a tight rein on our “just”s as well. We’re at 5 a piece 😉
March 14, 2010 at 9:30 am
ememess
Good idea. And I’ll keep an eye on the ‘just’ tic too – another one I knew about but just can’t seem to keep a lid on… 😉
May 10, 2010 at 3:11 am
Joanne
You’re hilarious! and your face looks good still… take care!
June 17, 2010 at 4:41 pm
becky
Dandelion tea.. a liver and blood cleanser 🙂 no seriously .. it is! Try it with some honey.
I finally got my hands on one of your books, ‘Bad Things’, in deepest africa.. (where this lady resides)
Im really enjoying it. I like your style of writing. Will look forward to the next hunt on another book!
June 17, 2010 at 4:52 pm
ememess
Oh, I’ll believe you on the Dandelion tea – my wife’s a herbalist, and I’m long-inured to the idea of drinking such things 😉
Delighted to hear you’re enjoying Bad Things…
September 13, 2010 at 6:30 am
fiona
I prefer the wong baker scale to emphasise the seriousness of my hangover. Enjoying your blog and your books. Cheers!
November 9, 2010 at 4:51 pm
ChickenStu
I don’t get hangovers. Cause I don’t drink.