Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound of my alarm shatters my sleep.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Ouch - my head hurts.
Gargle. Gurgle. Gargle.
My tummy isn't doing well.
I pause for a second to recount the previous day/night - nope, I definitely only consumed half a champagne at my hair/makeup session and one champagne at finale after receiving my award. So why the hell was I feeling like this? I felt like I was hung over and I had ensured I hadn't drunk anything so that I wouldn't have to feel like this when I'd be spending a fair chunk of the day flying.
Then my head takes over. The internal argument begins. Do I skip my flight, have to pay to rebook a flight, rebook a room and go home tomorrow? Or do I suck it up and get on with it? In the past this is where I'd be arguing with myself for a considerable time before getting close to making a decision. Not this morning. Sandra had already mentioned the night before that she's always up early. After a rather late night I was feeling guilty but sent a quick text asking if she was up. She responds within a minute so I assume she was (I find out later she wasn't but I was too self-consumed at this point - the guilt didn't set in till later).
Sandra being the nurturing soul, came to my room to help me get to my plane on time. I opened a tub of yoghurt with the intention of eating it, but my body didn't really feel like swallowing it. I had a few sips of tea. Feeling frustrated and disappointed in myself, I didn't know what else to do. Then Sandra and I had a chat and it was almost like a light was turned on. The reason I was feeling so cr@p is because I hadn't fuelled my body properly the day before. All I'd eaten was scrambled eggs, coffee and a few protein balls - thank goodness I'd had them otherwise I would have been struggling to push 300 cals for the day. No wonder my body is in agony. On top of that I probably only drank about a litre of water - nowhere near the 2.5L I normally consume as a minimum. Feeling like this was simply my body protesting my actions the day before. Add a lack of sleep and yep, you've got a non-alcholic induced hangover. Almost seems a bit unfair as I didn't do the drinking.
So for my flight home, I started nibbling on things on the plane and had some milky tea and plenty of water. By the time I got home I was still very, very tired, but no other side effects. I did only the bare minimum before passing out in bed from exhaustion.
Today is Monday and I'm still tired. I've got a double job day, so won't be in bed till after 9pm tonight, but I'm already counting down till then!!
~~I had planned on posting my entries in order but I haven't had a chance to upload the pics to go with my Saturday post - so keep on your toes as I make it a bit random and expect the Saturday entry Tuesday night!!