Baby's First Hangover
Edited April 2020
So yesterday, I experienced my first ever hangover…
Now I understand why everyone would say that they were so jealous of the fact that I never used to get them – no matter how much alcohol I had consumed!
Thankfully, I was able to sleep for most of the day. But it didn’t help with the sickness every time that I woke up. However, I ordered food from Caribou Poutine where I had the aptly named “Hangover Poutine”. This included hand cut fries, cheese curds, their homemade signature gravy, sausages, streaky bacon and a fried egg on top. I also added mozzarella because cheese. If you’ve never had poutine before, I highly recommend! Since moving to Liverpool, it’s become one of my favourite foods.
Now, back to alcohol. I’ve never had a bad relationship with alcohol. When I was younger, my Mam would make me squash and lemonade at family events, so I felt all grown up around everyone else drinking alcohol. Then I started drinking Shloer, which was a sparkling grape juice drink. I felt so cool and grown-up having my own bottle all to myself. Or sometimes split between my younger brother and me. When I get older, I started drinking Rosé with lemonade.
I think the first time that I properly drunk alcohol would have been when I started going to house parties with my friends for birthdays and other celebrations. I don’t have the best memory though, but I think it was around this time.
Therefore, by the time I got to the legal drinking age, I wasn’t particularly bothered by going wild and getting completely hammered all the time. I’m not saying that I’ve never been completely black out drunk, because I most definitely have! I just don’t need to be smashed to have fun.
Although, after experiencing my first hangover, it has now potentially given me a gauge of what my limits are when it comes to alcohol consumption. But, in my defence, I wasn’t buying my drinks on my most recent night out. So, I didn’t keep tabs on how much I was drinking…
But as someone who can typically handle her drink and because I don’t actually know how much I drunk that night…I’m not sure how much of a gauge I actually have.
As the photos used throughout this post show, drunk Cerys often ends up in two ways; either super happy and loving or crying and annoyed with everyone.
But so far, I’m yet to dislike a night out that I’ve been on. Whether I drink loads or stay sober all night. Spending time with friends and having a laugh is what I love doing, so any chance I get, I’ll do it.
Everyone please stay safe and drink responsibly. And don’t forget to follow me on my social media - linked below.
Cerys x
This post has been a long time coming. I’ve had this idea planned for months, but when it’s come time to sit down and write, my mind has gone blank.
April is Caesarean Awareness Month, and it’s the push I needed to get all of my thoughts out. I’m still processing what the birth of my toddler was like as it is so contrasting to the relaxed pregnancy I had with him. This is in no way an anti-caesarean or anti-induction post. It is just my experience, my perspective, and hopefully something that can bring you comfort if you went through something similar.