If someone asks me what is the thing you hate the most, I would answer, 'when you are sick and there is no one else to take care of you so you have to cook and eat by yourself.' Yes I am sick now. Or should I say, feeling down and powerless caused by several, but fortunately not consecutive, vomiting, due to my reckless behavior of being intoxicated by something I promise myself I would never put into my throat ever again. Oh well, 'sick' was pretty good expression. The thing is, my dear friend and I had been talking about having a drunk skype session for a long time, and finally we found the time both of us could be wasted without disturbing other people we live with. At first it was fun. Of course, it was. We've never actually been drunk together so it was fun to see both of us making fool of ourselves. I was drinking beer and then I switched to wine. We were laughing, playing drinking games, having a nice time. Then I made the most horrible decision I regret so much that I want to go back time. A sudden hunger appeared, even though I had had my dinner before, and thanks to the alcohol I have put down my throat, I couldn't think straight enough and keep myself from food. First of all, I love food. I love cooking and eating. It gives me joy. Second of all, when I am tipsy, I make stupid decisions, like everyone else, and whatever I do, I try to justify myself. Last night, when I realized that I was reaching for some potato salad I had made for dinner, I told myself, eating and drinking together can prevent me from getting hangover. WRONG. very wrong.   It was too delicious. Or I was too tipsy to stop and save myself from this tragedy I am having now. I had cooked quite a lot, and the next thing I know is I am almost done with the dish. I should have stopped there. Well, something actually stopped, my memory that is. I don't remember what happened afterwards. The next thing I saw was myself throwing up everything I had last night into the toilet. When I came back to my room, I saw the dish was empty, a full glass of wine, and an empty bottle of wine. I just couldn't stand the smell, I had to throw away the rest of the wine and open the window and get some air. I lied down on bed but my stomach wouldn't let me sleep peacefully at all. I had to pay my regular visit to the toilet until around 3pm, and note that I was forced to wake up at 9am. So that's 6 hours. Can you imagine, getting everything that is in your stomach out, little by little, for 6 hours? Trust me, you don't want to know how it feels. After some time, I was feeling better and I got too dizzy for not eating anything. So I took some peaches. Oh sweet god, it was so juicy and tasty. I took two of them, and went back to bed happily. Next thing I know my stomach is doing its tricks again. I had to give up my peaches to the toilet reluctantly. Finally after spending the whole day in bed, staring at my laptop screening like a lunatic, I got up. I was feeling much better and decided to eat something. I cooked rice soup, something my mom always used to cook for me when I was sick. I missed her more than anyone, but I had to do everything myself, since there was no one there. I ate some but couldn't take it anymore so had to stop in the middle. I cross my fingers that I won't be sick tomorrow. And I am telling myself, I will not touch any alcohol anymore. I have had my bad times, but this time, I thought I was going to die. I cannot continue torturing my body like this. I am still young and I need to take care of it, not ruin it. My boyfriend won't be very happy but I am sure he will understand. 

So guys, take care of your health when you are healthy. Do exercises regularly, eat healthy, quit smoking if you are smoking, and please, mark my words, do not drink more than you can handle. Seriously.