To wake up on a Sunday morning with a screaming hang over when you haven't had a drink for weeks is certainly an unpleasant one. When the chef last night said to cater at night leads to a hang over in the morning, I took her meaning quite differently. My head pulsed uncomfortably feeling as though my heart had dislodged and decided to make itself at home in my skull. Every muscle in my body felt like a rock thrown at the wall too many times. As I moved shocks of pain shot up my legs into my stomach and my fever threw my body into hysterics. I called a friend and was rushed to the emergency room. Five hours past by, myself slipping in and out of sleep, the doctor had taken a strep test and sent me home after coming out negative. My anger was a stone in my stomach and no amount of my energy would be wasted to bring it up. I went to bed early to toss and turn, this time without a fever.
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