[ WP ] You wake up with the newfound ability to communicate with your internal organs . They have asked for a meeting .

I hear the first three notes of my Marimba alarm and my eyelids are stunted in the center of my eyes, unclear of which direction they should go. Instead of doing my usual hangover ritual of snoozing my alarm for a half hour, I roll onto my side and feel a new sinking feeling in my stomachs. This morning, the feeling felt less of a sign of hunger and more of an organized chaos. However, I could barely hear it until I went into the bathroom. 
 
 *'' Fight the power! Fight the power! `` * cried a chorus of high voices. It sounded as if dozens of Scrabby-Doo's on a helium high. 
 
 `` Uh, hello? Can I help you?'' I asked as I sat on my toilet while reviewing my to-do list for the day ( Do n't throw up in shower, grab a Diet Coke and everything bagel with cream cheese on 86th, email Leslie on the way to cancel my 9 am because my God I am too hungover for this... ) 
 
 Suddenly, a tiny voice interrupts my train of thought. `` Alright, we got its attention. Who is the Speakers of the Systems to speak first?'' 
 
 After a few uncomfortable seconds, an exasperated sigh emerges. `` Fine. Human: this is your liver speaking. WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT. NO. WE AI N'T GON NA TAKE IT. WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE.'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, what is going on? Is my liver speaking to me right now?'' 
 
 `` You heard me right. I represent the digestive system and I'm here to say WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT. NO. WE AIN'T-'' 
 
 `` Okay okay, I do n't need another round of the outdated yet amazing Twisted Sister song. What exactly....are n't you going to take?'' 
 
 Another shrill voice jumps into the conversation. `` This is your pancreas speaking! For the last twelve years, we've spent 1,574 mornings feeling....like this. Like we're bathing in poison and struggling to do our basic jobs! We feel like we're still hung from all the fun you had last night and it's coming over into today. We're calling an intervention. If you do not comply... we will go on strike!'' 
 
 I slouched against my porcelain throne. I understood it now: my body was fighting against my college drinking habits that crept up to my thirties. I've apparently had thousands of hangovers and this was the breaking point. They really were not going to take it.
