So! I've just been informed I was in hospital last night.
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I don't drink. However, I fell asleep in my bed once and woke up on the porch... in the snow. And I was still warm.
I don't know why or how.
I don't know why or how.
Funny that this topic should arise on The Escapist, as I have a friend who experienced something very similar on Wednesday evening.
He was drinking with his colleagues after work until about 10pm, when he supposedly left. He woke up in hospital hooked up to a drip 2 and a half hours later. He has no idea what happened, I don't think he ever will.
It made for a hilarious story, though!
He was drinking with his colleagues after work until about 10pm, when he supposedly left. He woke up in hospital hooked up to a drip 2 and a half hours later. He has no idea what happened, I don't think he ever will.
It made for a hilarious story, though!
two nights spring to mind... two different drinks...
First night, the worst... Goldschlager... many, many shots of goldschlager I actually have no recollection of. at all. just what i've been able to piece together from friends...
Told someone I liked that, I did indeed, like them... (bearing in mind this was a close friend at the time) Apparently i was told just short of fucking off... my reaction - upset.
Interestingly, all people were telling me the week after is I could do a lot better for myself than her, based on her reaction.
Second night, strawpedos. many, many strawpedos, having spent a couple of hours doing them competitively.
Woke up at home... apparently i'd thrown up all over my front door. My glasses - bent to buggery, in the sick. (but were disinfected and repaired)
Looked in the mirror... a gash in my forehead blood all over my brow. 4 texts and 3 facebook messages all along the lines of "you'd better have gotten back alright you state"
First night, the worst... Goldschlager... many, many shots of goldschlager I actually have no recollection of. at all. just what i've been able to piece together from friends...
Told someone I liked that, I did indeed, like them... (bearing in mind this was a close friend at the time) Apparently i was told just short of fucking off... my reaction - upset.
Interestingly, all people were telling me the week after is I could do a lot better for myself than her, based on her reaction.
Second night, strawpedos. many, many strawpedos, having spent a couple of hours doing them competitively.
Woke up at home... apparently i'd thrown up all over my front door. My glasses - bent to buggery, in the sick. (but were disinfected and repaired)
Looked in the mirror... a gash in my forehead blood all over my brow. 4 texts and 3 facebook messages all along the lines of "you'd better have gotten back alright you state"
I haven't done anything really bad while I was drunk, but I have done stuff I feel horrible about afterwards.
I have a cousin who had a problem with prescription painkillers a few years ago. While at his brothers wedding, my auntie said that I looked so much like him. I then sort of muttered under my breath, "but I don't want to be a druggie."
This was like 5 years ago and I still feel terrible about it...
I have a cousin who had a problem with prescription painkillers a few years ago. While at his brothers wedding, my auntie said that I looked so much like him. I then sort of muttered under my breath, "but I don't want to be a druggie."
This was like 5 years ago and I still feel terrible about it...
Public sex. Yup. You'd think there'd be a round of high fives, but that... when I realized what I was doing and who I was doing it in front of, I was pretty damn embarrassed.
I started at the top of New Zealand. I woke up in a field with an old lady poking a stick at me. I asked her what time it was. 3 in the afternoon. I asked her what day it was. 3 days later. I asked her where I was. I was at the bottom of the country. I am still not entirely sure how this happened.
Ended up under a table, holding a deep existential debate with a painting of two horses.
I miss those youthful days when alcohol seemed to possess hallucinogenic properties.
I miss those youthful days when alcohol seemed to possess hallucinogenic properties.
Judging by that attitude, I suspect the same applies for sex and friendship.Halceon said: