“pirsonalmente di pirsona”
Had a glass too much beer yesterday, exactly one more than usual. And vengeance came upon me, violently and persisting. To the extent that I don't feel that my one step into well-buzzed justified the vomiting, misery and level of illness. So, I accepted pity. D very kind, a great comfort.
Still feeling unwell, wrung out, painful abdomen, vague nausea, head muck, listless, tired, weak. So, much better than yesterday, in short. I have to consider that a tad extra beer teamed up with something else. But it could well just be that I cannot metabolize alcohol properly, and my limits are not only closer in, but with a tiny margin.
I shall have to be even more careful. Moderate. My sinuses have final say. My gut concurs.