Self inflicted malady

I very rarely get hangovers – a bad sign as I frequently have a glass or two. However, the following are thought to be good ways of helping to relieve the misery:

• Lots of non-alcoholic fluid. I would go easy on anything acidic, such as orange or tomato juice which can easily upset an already sensitive stomach. Those isotonic sports drink thingies are quite good.

• Honey – the fructose helps get the alcohol out of the system and the vitamin B6 helps relieve symptoms.

• Eggs – contain cysteine that helps the body get rid of toxins. Softly boiled or poached may be the most easily digested, but the classic cure is a Prarie Oyster. Put 1 measure brandy, 1/2 measure red or white wine vinegar, 1/2 measure Worcestershire sauce, a good shake of tomato ketchup and some cracked ice into a cocktail shaker and shake well until a mist forms on the outside. Strain into a tumbler and add 1 egg yolk (without breaking it) and sprinkle with a pinch of cayenne pepper. It should be swallowed in one go.

absent have bacon in fridge and tomato soup in the cupboard,and plenty of fresh eggs from our girls....thinking something along those lines...if he feels better to quickly he might do it again,it's normally nellie who over imbibes and is the party animal...prairie oyster sounds interesting will have to show him how to make it for when I need it

Oh the thought of a Prarie Oyster makes me feel ill and would most certainly stop me from over indulging, I have not had a bad head for a very long time but my favourite was a good cooked breakfast and gallons of water.

I am afraid that in my drinking days (years) it had to be lying down in a dark room, unable to keep down even a pain-killer. I haven't over-indulged for years but I have much sympathy for Mr. Nellie.

There is no cure for a hangover, other than time... I suppose you can try to re-hydrate yourself, but basically you are poisoned and the body has to deal with it...

Most drastic remedy I ever tried (under duress) was a cold shower.

greatnan good to have you back .
Update on mr nellie..... He lives! ... Just,poor lamb has taken a tentative cup of tea,and thinks he might manage a morsel of food,he is grateful for the suggestions made by you,and not so with the ones I made which might have been difficult tp perform without a crashing skull,and nigh on impossible with one.
nellie was guilt free on this occasion..[smug emoticon]

I am ashamed to say I don't get hangovers and I do have a glass or two. Thank heavens as I could not stomach a Prarie Oyster

In spite of all the virtual booze I've brought to parties - I gave it up years ago, so I gave up hangovers too.
A glass at Christmas is my limit (but come to think of it, last time I did that I slipped on the ice and broke my wrist....)

Porridge used to be good, as I remember.

The only true cure I've found for myself was not to do it in the first place, so I gave it a very long time ago..

Is that a matter for shame, glass? There must be a knack to it.

Well! I've had Least a couple! I'm going to
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[crescent moon]

I tedn to go for green tea with lemon feels good and refreshing and this and water to get rehydrated then a very early night. apparently chocolate is supposed to help.

Hot shower, cooked breakfast (the actual frying of the egg can be a bit of a dodgy moment, delegate if possible) and rampant sex, but not necessarily in that order.

In fact, definitely not in that order.

phoenix sounds almost worth getting a hangover for

phoenix that stirs a distant memory. In my 20s, after a long evening and a disturbed night (will spare the detail, but a bucket was involved), I think that was the day I got pregnant...

Annobel you hussy!

Annobel

Think I may have told this story on another thread. However! Made my way to Cornwall from Devon [some 25 years ago] 'twas my first date with Mr soop on his home ground. Instructed not to go into Liskeard. Did so and found myself sitting in a carnival parade. Asked nice policeman...is this the way to Lostwithiel? Answer...eventually! Instructed to enter Lostwithiel by route A. Missed the turn. Entered eventually via route B. Mr soop was to have met me on brow of long hill on route A...so I missed him by three or four miles . Found his nice house and naturally he wasn't home. Put bottle of wine on his doorstep with note. Made my way into local pub. Great crowd. Lots of banter. Assured that Mr soop would still be waiting on hill. Nice chap left me in pub and went to find him. In the meantime, the jolly crowd and I had several stiff drinks. After some time, in walked nice chap with a smiling Mr soop . Continued to make merry. Chucking out time arrived. I could see the door but couldn't get off the stool! Eventually, Mr soop managed to walk me [unsteadily] to his place. I was very ill that night. Mr soop stayed with me through one of the roughest nights I've ever had. Next day, he was lovely to me. I went home. Went to work [still bleary-eyed] and the following day he rang. He wanted to see me again and had cooked a chicken supper. He drove all the way to my home in Devon with supper on a tray in the back of his car. Some juices spilled. The juice eventually dried and ponged something awful. Three weeks later, he proposed [as we washed the dishes]. What a man!

Ahhh Soop that's the stuff romance is made of.....when I was at the age that we went out on the pull I was always worried my beer goggles would let me down and I had pulled a right pilchard.....most of the time I had

nellie...you're a breath of fresh air.