On a boozy weekend
before I had a chance to drink I fell down a spiral staircase and mangled myself. There was bone crunching and scraping. I rolled around on the floor in a shivering mess and nearly yakked up everywhere before crawling off to bed to try and sleep in the hope that I would arise the next day all better. I kept waking up in extreme pain from the slightest movement. Sharp horrific searing pain like some bastard was filleting the bridge of my foot. It was screwed, when I woke it took me ages to get it onto the floor. I couldn't do anything except hop about on my good leg looking like a right nutter.

Because we were in Prague and it was Sunday I was faced with the option of ruining the rest of the weekend by demanding hospital and painkillers or drinking. I decided on vodka, lots and lots of vodka. I think it was around half a litre in I could stand on my busted foot without much bother. I kept myself pissed up and hobbled around till I flew home, it worked a treat.
( bland is bland, Sat 31 Jul 2010, 14:37, 3 replies)

keep on drinking...
hahah, the only time it's recommended to carry on drinking regardless!
(slipmatt Thats sooper dooper, Sat 31 Jul 2010, 17:04, closed)

I fractured my elbow like that, at a wedding reception
On my way from the car park to the reception, before I'd touched a drop.

10 pints took the edge off it for the night, luckily I didn't move it around by the morning so I ended up with painkillers and a sling, instead of an operation and some metal pins.
(WillI'mNot logs in twice a year, every year, Sat 31 Jul 2010, 22:44, closed)

Yeah, the nice Aussie
lady doctor at A&E was not impressed when I described the situation in my pissed up state as by then I was exhausted and barely coherent. One of those occasions when the truth is less believable than most other explanations you could think of.
( bland is bland, Sun 1 Aug 2010, 11:45, closed)