I am a disgusting cliche of a human being.
I’m sorry, I tried guys, I really did.
Remember in my ‘starting uni post’ when I said that everyone around me was on a mission to get as drunk an uninhibited as possible, and it was kind of freaking me out? I’d been teetotal and didn’t want to get crazy drunk but it just felt so awkward being completely sober…
I started on the alcohol…
…le sigh…
At 2:03 on Saturday morning I was met by two lovely paramedics who poked and prodded me with various instruments as I threw up the contents of my stomach (which at this point there was none) into my ASDA smart price mixing bowl.
I woke up at 5 am lying on my dorm room floor…apparently my one male flat mate had to actually carry me there.
*Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground *goat* *goat* trouble! trouble trouble*
No?
Fine…
The next day I found out that I’d actually blacked out. Like there is a half an hour period of my life I actually can’t remember…the rest I remember a bit too acutely….don’t ask…
One thing I do remember is the paramedics talking about the unpredictability of alcohol…I didn’t drink any more than I did on my birthday night, yet I wound up with a 0.34% alcohol level and being violently sick.
P.P.S. I also wound up with a bruised ribcage…apparently an occupational hazard of throwing up over the kitchen sink for 3 hours (not exaggerating)
P.P.P.S. (Once again is this even a thing?) My flatmates are saints. End of.
