We all know the feeling. Your head aches. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth. You can’t swallow, but desperately want to. Your skin feels as dry as paper. Your stomach churns, but you fear to fill it. Dehydrated, you barely move. You need to pee, but refuse (or perhaps can’t) stand. Your head swims.
With a fond sigh, you remember yesterday. How you gorged yourself first on the appetizers then on the food spread across your grandmother’s, aunt’s, or mother’s kitchen. You ate and ate, then ate some more. And then, you had dessert. Coming home, you realized, you still had plenty of candy left in your Easter basket (the Easter Bunny was very good to you this year), so you make a meal of it.
Only to find yourself lying in bed groaning.
Is there any worse feeling? Waking from a food induced coma is usually restful, unless you’re waking from a sugar induced one. With a sigh, you know it’s time to crawl out of bed. Stick your head under the faucet and wet your lips, then gulp down the water in the hopes of rehydrating yourself before the day begins in earnest.
Fortunately, I have the day off today (though worked yesterday), so I can do the one thing we all long to do today: make a breakfast from jelly beans and bunny ears.