I must have had an epic night in Vegas - headache, vomit taste in my throat, stomach not far behind. Mouth is dry like I smoked cigars all night. My feet and ankles...ya those AMAZING six inch heels weren't such a hot idea, according to the pain, numbness and swelling in my feet and legs I must have walked at least 5 miles in them. I'm not sure how standing up much less walking is going to work. My body aches - must have danced my butt off but there had to be more, did I roll down all those stairs leading into the casino..... I must have had shots of everything beer, wine which explain the head but not the knot of your forehead and neck. What is the stripper pole memory? I must have fallen head first during some "killer" move. Voice....ya it's gone well unless you count the Minnie Mouse sounds coming from my throat.. Everything hurts. I have no balance and wonder what the hell did I do....as I wake up more and the brain fog wears off reality - nothing even like Vegas or any otheûr party. I only drank water and hot tea and barely left my bed and the couch the past 35+ hours - I feel this way almost every day. I followed the doctors instructions exactly. Took every single one of the increasing meds to make me feel better. As always, I take a pain pill to to just take the edge offf anti-nausea pills so I can eat some white rice and get the medications down without further issues. I need more pain relief but the prescribed drugs, opiates(the only option) are shrowded in concern, judgement, long term effects, addiction. All of which are more important to everyone than controlling the pain effectively for yet another day. Sometimes it feels almost inhumane.
Note: I have been to Vegas many times, but never like this. I made some assumptions to paint the picture.
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