For me, toxic is like the feeling that you get when you’ve boozed up and stayed up late for far too long with an eight o’clock class the following day and a pre-quiz you didn’t know about.
Hello mighty, potent hangover. I’ve been expecting you.
So as you drag yourself off from your bed, with your blanket clinging onto you, as if holding on and not wanting you to leave, you glance at your clock and you rejoice to know that you woke up in the nick of time with thirty minutes left to spare because your alarm clock gave up on you. Oh thank God for small favors. You go to the bathroom with your eyes still half-closed wondering if you’re dreaming that you’re taking a bath, just as you were dreaming about it fifteen minutes ago.
And just as you emerge from the bathroom all toned, tanned, fit and ready, your clock delivers you the bad news that you’ve used up your precious twenty minutes and you’re not even in your uniform yet.
And as you walk towards school, hastily thumbing through your notes in case there’s a pre-test (well, there are always pre-tests, who are you kidding?) you keep having that grim premonition that once you enter the room, heads will start rolling. And that particular head is yours.
And as you take the exam paper from your professor who keeps on eyeing you with that particular look that practically screams “Why are you late?”
You bite your lip so you won’t have to blurt out “Well, ma’am, I’ve experienced a form of toxicity these past ten hours of my life, beginning with
1)the booze-chugging-from-the-tower session
2)the I’m-throwing-up-in-an-unknown-bathroom scene
3)my-friend’s-driving-sucks-it-makes-me-dizzy-just-get-me-home episode
And of course…
4) that magical feeling that you get when you’re lying on your own bed and your breath is free from the after taste of vomit and your hair doesn’t smell like sisig anymore. You hit the pillow at one in the morning then you close your eyes for practically fifteen minutes and it’s already 7 AM.
And it all ends with…
5)when you read the paper and you realize you’ve read the wrong notes and your head is heavy as if there’s an elephant sitting on it.”
If that ain’t toxicity, then I don’t know what is.
Thankfully, in every form of toxicity there is a solution. Thanks to my friend, who is now a registered pharmacist, she told me an anecdote about those drunks who drive and meet accidents along the way and are incoherent when rushed to the emergency room.
When she told me about this drug, I was like “Are you kidding me? This is like the philosopher’s stone of all drinkers. It’s like the Mecca of people who hate hangovers.”
Being the good friend that she is, she introduced me to Neurobion. She assured me that it’s safe because it’s a vitamin B complex. And it’s cheap too, the wonder drug won’t cost you a fortune.
When my friends and I tried it, we drank hard liquors and we were the last ones standing in the group. As long as you won’t participate in a one-on-one session drinking a whole bottle of Jack Daniels in one night, you’ll be peachy in the morning and you won’t need another tablet.
But just because you drank the super drug doesn’t mean you’re body is that of Superman. Drinking the vitamin means you will not get the usual symptoms of drunkenness: dizziness, crooked line of walking, swaying when walking, and hangover. But you will vomit though, it’s your body’s way of telling you to STOP, that it has had enough. The vitamin won’t protect your liver and kidneys from destruction though.
So we must all keep in mind that drinking frequently has never done good to anyone and it never will.
Whether you love Johnny or Jack, we must love our bodies first and foremost.
And that is how I apply toxicology in my life.
**The photo is mine, thank you very much. No need for sources.**
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