A group of friends and co-workers took part in World Trivia Night, an annual event that is always a blast.
Chemo brain was not too much in evidence, although I am not convinced there were any questions to which I was the only one from my team to have the answer.
However, it's not the trivia that is causing my hangover.
I like wine. A lot. However, it is highly unusual for me to have more than a glass or two with dinner (and that, only a couple of times a week). Last night, I had this tiny little plastic wine glass and it just kept getting refilled (note my use of the passive tense here).
I was thirsty. The wine tasted good. I had a really good time.
Today, however, I have my very first hangover in a very long time.
Funny thing, the same spouse who was unbelievably sweet, caring and sympathetic during chemo was most decidely unsympathetic when I was dragging my ass around this morning (OK, so it was noon and he was making french toast and cleaning up the kitchen at the same time).
Go figure.
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