worst. hangover. ever.
about 17 years ago, i made a very bad decision. namely, that drinking homebrew whisky was a good idea.
it wasn't.
the first thing i knew about being in hospital was briefly waking up, just in time for a nurse to shove a tube down my throat, whilst another nurse cut my clothes off me. thankfully, i passed out again before they had to give me a stomach pump.
i woke up properly at 10 a.m, feeling worse than hammered shit. seriously, i couldn't have kept water down. i'm a bit pleased that i didn't complain, it was self-inflicted, after all.
after spending an horrendous 24 hours vomiting charcoal, suffering the worst headache known to humanity and, most memorably, hallucinating an old lady in the day room, i was allowed to go home.
for those 24 hours, AT NO TIME were any of the staff anything but helpful, sympathetic and professional, whether i deserved it or not. none of them even called me an idiot which, quite frankly, i did deserve.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 12 Mar 2010, 19:44, Reply)