Husband insists I should be aware of the game. I have not wanted to think about it. But he says it will give better understanding of who and what we are in this world, so I allowed him to show me what he wants me to see.

I know I got stronger as I trained in Eorzea. My abilities got more effective. Better weapons and armor helped with this. I did not think about how much stronger I got. I was mostly concerned with being better at what I did. More strength to better fight monsters. New armor that was better than old armor. There are numbers in our journals but I never looked at them.

Husband put an "app" on his phone that showed him the numbers for his different characters. He showed those numbers to me.

A level two hyur thaumaturge new to Ul'dah who had likely never cast a spell had a strength of 14.

A level 10 lalafel gladiator who had fought out in the field had a strength of 42.

As a level 60 monk my strength was 997.

I am a level 80 monk now.

I am more than a hundred times as strong as I was when I left the ship in Limsa Lominsa.

This is insane.

Husband thinks the average Earth person is perhaps the equivalent of level 10, at most, and has never fought anything. Unusually strong or talented ones may be level 20.

We may be stronger than anyone in the world.

There is a wooden writing tool on the desk here. I pick it up. It is light as a feather.

I hold it between thumb and forefinger. I squeeze hard. The wood crumbles.

How did I get this strong without knowing or appreciating it? How did I not break things? Did I simply never learn or think to use my strength on ordinary things? Did I somehow know that this is the strength to hold a grape as opposed to holding a sword? Did it never occur to me to hold small things too hard?

This is yet another thing I need to learn about my body. Along with how alcohol affects me.

It felt nice to have Husband carry me. The cider made me feel warm and sleepy, though I also remember not being able to easily walk to the door without Husband holding me. I do not remember getting home or getting into bed. But I was very thirsty when I woke in the morning.

Husband called me a "lightweight". Google says a "lightweight" is a small boxer, but for "lightweight drinker," "Lightweights have receptors that overreact to even the smallest amount of alcohol." Perhaps that is me. The only alcohol I remember drinking was wine with one dinner in Costa del Sol. It was different from the cider, and the glass of wine was less liquid than the bottle of cider. I do not remember the wine affecting me the same way.

I do worry, though, that if I cannot walk well after cider I might not be able to fight well either. Husband likes experimenting, so I experimented. I got two ciders from Sam and took them home. I had to go back to the Pit to find out how to open them. Sam showed me how a bottle opener works and lent me one. He was friendly about it, but he looked concerned. I do not know why.

When I got home I drank one bottle. As sweet as it is, it is harder to drink quickly than to sip slowly as I did at the Pit, but I wanted the effect to be quick so I could study it.

The effect was stronger after finishing the bottle. I felt dizzy and confused. I tried to stand up and instead sat back down.

My plan had been to switch to White Mage and use Esuna on myself, but I could not concentrate on switching. I instead used an antidote, though it took me longer than usual to find it in my inventory.

The antidote worked on the alcohol. Perhaps alcohol qualifies as a poison. My head was steady and clear and I could focus on things again. But I did burp a lot afterwards. I think the cider has bubbles in it, though not as much as the beer.

I prepared better for the second bottle. I switched to White beforehand. I also set an antidote on the table so I would not need to find one again.

I could not make myself drink more cider right away, though. The antidote made me more alert and steady, but my stomach felt bad at the thought of more cider. Perhaps this is why beer is bitter rather than sweet, so that people can drink more of it. Though there should be other choices.

Esuna helped calm my stomach. The screen that talked about lightweight drinkers mentioned drinking water too, so I had a glassful of water before trying the cider again.

Perhaps the water affected the cider, because I did not get as dizzy as quickly. Though I was not able to drink as quickly the second time, as my stomach still reacted to the tart sweetness. When I finished the bottle I thought I might vomit. I thought I should do this in the bathroom, but I had the same problem getting up. My staff helped, but I was not sure if I could walk.

Casting Esuna was harder after alcohol. I had to concentrate on exactly what I was doing. The first time I tried I lost my focus and the spell failed. I closed my eyes, pressed my brow to my staff and, in a way, tried to push the spell to work. It was slow, but not like being under Slow, because it was slow from my condition rather than from something being done to me.

Esuna cleared my head and settled my stomach. But I started slowly feeling dizzy again. Esuna is not an antidote; it did not take the alcohol out of me. I drank the antidote on the table before I was completely affected again. I sat on the couch for a while, then went to the kitchen for more water.

This will be a problem in the future. I do not want to drink so much alcohol in public that I cannot act if something happens. And while I liked the taste of the cider and the warmth of a little of it, I do not know if I want to drink alcohol at all. It is perhaps something I can do with Husband in private.

I likely should consult with Husband about further experimenting.