I wonder ...

I have a codeine hangover.

It's not unlike the ones I used to get when I was drinking.  It comes complete with nausea, irritability and a headache that hurts with every step my feet will take.  The only thing missing is Buffalo Mouth.

Have you met the buffalo?

It likes to sleep in drunks' mouths through the night, so that when you wake up the next day you have arid, thick, muddied fur coating your teeth and tongue.

I remember one of the worst hangovers I ever had quite vividly.  This hangover was one of the tortures I inflicted upon myself that keeps me clean and sober, by way of reminding me I don't drink like 'normy' people.

It was after winning the local radio contest; 'Molson Canadian Blind Date', where a small group of 200 people are brought to a secret location for a secret big name band to play for them.  But the best part for this drunk, was the 'all you can drink' beer.

We got to see INXS, along with drinking 'Molson Canadian' draft beer.  It's not a beer I'd normally have chosen to drink, but hell, it was free.

I double fisted those bitches right up to last call.

The next day, my head hurt so bad I couldn't walk.  Every step was like a canon going off in my brain.  I literally had to crawl on the floor to get to the water to wash the buffalo fur out of my mouth.

Well, today I didn't have to crawl, but I certainly had to tread lightly to be sure this headache didn't defy me.

I gingerly took the stairs from our attic, our temporary bedroom, two flights down to our basement suite.

monday!  monday they say we get our lovely king size bed back .... ahhhhhhhh ... no more attic dwelling!

I would truly make a great burglar.  I can walk so quiet that even a bird wouldn't know I was sneaking up on them.  It's actually a technique I developed as a child.  You did NOT want to wake my mother up before her sleep was over.

There would be hell to pay if you did.

I had a crash course in learning how to sneak.

As I came around the corner, oh so softly as to not disturb my aching head, I find Papi at the tail end of self-administering hormones.

oh for fucks sakes!!!!!!

My love tried to wrap things up as swiftly as possible, and I tried to pretend it just wasn't happening.

It wasn't a great start to a 'good morning sweetheart' greeting.  Like a horse with blinders, I ignored the box of needles, the bright yellow sharps container and the nervous greeting from Papi.

"Were you trying to sneak up on me?"

"No, my head is pounding from the codeine.  Fucking awesome eh?"

"You really do have impeccable timing."

Yes.

Yes I do.

It seems I'm supposed to keep getting glimpses of this poison that my love has to inject into that ass I love.

It seems these are my baby steps to getting used to it.

I wonder if I ever will?

I wonder ...