Tricky old subject, carbohydrate hangovers. Fortunately today I am talking about my beloved's monster of a carb hangover yesterday.He went out to dinner with some chums and ended up eating (and drinking) rather more carbs than were good for him. The poor lad was sick as a dog and spent a good deal of Friday night/Saturday morning with his head down the toilet.
I had a similar happening a couple of days before - I came clean to him and told him how rubbish I felt. He made suitably sympathetic noises, but I suspected that he did not realise just how ghastly it all was. He assumed that I was giving a little feminine exaggeration to how I was feeling.
Now the thing is, when he gets a bit sniffy about me feeling under the weather, fate seems to intervene and make the same thing happen to him...only WORSE!
So, on Saturday, he was being terribly brave, but did admit to feeling completely awful - he then told me that he thought I had been exaggerating my symptoms rather.
All I can say is......
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA - that'll teach ya, big guy!
A gleeful,
Keetje
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