#drunk without drinking

This Guy’s Stomach Made Its Own Beer | Smart News.

This is pretty interesting. I wonder how the law on DWIs is going to treat this. If you did NOT drink anything, but your BAC is over the legal limit, do you get charged and have your life destroyed for…

When it came to stereotypes, Georgia completely and utterly filled the role of "party girl". Every night she came home at stupid o'clock, woke up with a hangover, sorted out her face, and got on with it. Her room had that ever-present scent of weed and strong cigarettes, and where people kept diaries and books, she kept used bottles and empty bags. She was, most people assumed, a bit of a screw up, and she was fine with that, she was fine with people taking her at face value. She liked it, she liked the fact that no one was trying to get to know her on a deep and personal level. That was why she'd signed up for this, to get away from her crappy life, and live it up in everywhere else. And France, well it was pretty damn perfect for forgetting yourself in. Everything about France was a contradiction  the old with the new, the rich with the poor, the seedy with the classy. That was possibly why Georgia found it so easy to fit in there, to chat to locals and to blag her way into parties, to just generally have fun.

Some nights though, Georgia stayed at home, with her bottle of vodka and a pack of cigarettes, smoking through them as she contemplated where she was going from here, what she was running from...it was the time when she wrote the letters that she ultimately ripped up, and put feelings to bed. In other words, if locks were allowed on doors, Georgia would be using them. Her nights in were her opportunity to get deep and meaningful with herself - personal time. And normally, Georgia would never let anyone in, in fact, she'd probably attack them on sight because she couldn't bare to let anyone see how vulnerable she could be. But there was just something about the night, and it didn't feel quite right to dive into her room and drown her sorrows, or go out and party alone. For all of her lone wolf independence, Georgia got lonely. Really lonely.

Something's not right today.

All day I've been slightly dizzy. Like the feeling you get when you're a little bit tipsy. Standing up drunk, not falling down drunk. Any time I stand up, the room sways gently, and it takes a second of mental recalibration to get back on course.

But I haven't been drinking, and I'm not showing any of the fuzzy-mind symptoms of having too much to drink. If this dizziness was alcohol-related, by rights I should also be laughing to myself, or being much more withdrawn and brooding. I should be slurring my speech or something. But no, I'm just dizzy.

When I was in seminary, there was an odd virus that made the rounds at Nashotah House. For two or three days, you'd feel like you were hungover, without having had anything to drink. A case of feeling like the morning after without a night before.