Sunday, October 05, 2008
The Gambler
"You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run."
I don't gamble with money. I gamble with wine.
I gamble with how many glasses I can afford to .. um.. "imbibe"... during dinner preparations, and the meal as well.
I'm making myself sound like a bit of an alco here. Hah. The stakes are laughably low. I'm talking here about.. oh... three glasses!
Three?! Oh please... Throw in a dash of melancholy, and by the time I've drained the second glass, I'm apparently less capable of ensuring I match each glass with a glass or two of water, of counting, probably, of caring about the potential consequences, and thus, knowing when it would be wise to stop.
Consequences? Oh yes.
Going to bed with the beginnings of a headache. Waking up with a worse headache. Taking headache tablets (with food)... but feeling as bad if not worse. Nauseous as well.
Throwing up. (You're welcome.) .. at least that helped.
Feeling fragile the rest of the day, so writing off yet another family weekend day.
Husband thinks the headache tablets are what take me over the edge. I don't know...
What I do know it that it's time I knew to walk away. Full stop. No more wine.
It's just not worth the gamble.
(Or can I get away with just one glass?... )
Know when to walk away and know when to run."
I don't gamble with money. I gamble with wine.
I gamble with how many glasses I can afford to .. um.. "imbibe"... during dinner preparations, and the meal as well.
I'm making myself sound like a bit of an alco here. Hah. The stakes are laughably low. I'm talking here about.. oh... three glasses!
Three?! Oh please... Throw in a dash of melancholy, and by the time I've drained the second glass, I'm apparently less capable of ensuring I match each glass with a glass or two of water, of counting, probably, of caring about the potential consequences, and thus, knowing when it would be wise to stop.
Consequences? Oh yes.
Going to bed with the beginnings of a headache. Waking up with a worse headache. Taking headache tablets (with food)... but feeling as bad if not worse. Nauseous as well.
Throwing up. (You're welcome.) .. at least that helped.
Feeling fragile the rest of the day, so writing off yet another family weekend day.
Husband thinks the headache tablets are what take me over the edge. I don't know...
What I do know it that it's time I knew to walk away. Full stop. No more wine.
It's just not worth the gamble.
(Or can I get away with just one glass?... )
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I'm with you Tracey. I can't drink at all during the week, or it wipes me out the next day. Pathetic. And this from an ex-student union barmaid aka the scourge of the vodka bottle? Double pathetic.
Three glasses of wine yesterday afternoon at a wedding shower and YES, I got a headache.
Seems my limit must be 2 along with a full meal, not just finger food.
Seems my limit must be 2 along with a full meal, not just finger food.
I learned my limit a while ago - so I pour myself half glasses of wine - that way if I feel indulgent, I am not really!!!
PM, it's the weekend drinking that seems to wipe me out. And if you can't have a wine or two at the weekend, then.. that's just sad.
Not fair, is it JC?!
You're probably right, E. Three with a full meal was over my limit!
But am I game to test it?
Jeanie.. my problem is I'll then pour myself 6 half glasses!!
Not fair, is it JC?!
You're probably right, E. Three with a full meal was over my limit!
But am I game to test it?
Jeanie.. my problem is I'll then pour myself 6 half glasses!!
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