My Worst Vomit
We all love a drink. Some of us love them so much they want to see them again on the way out of their mouths. I once got caught by surprise by the boozy sickness while chatting to some friends in my kitchen. Quick as a flash I grabbed a nearby pan and chundered away merrily in it. Realising it was probably time for bed I staggered off to my room. Unfortunately, my co-ordination failed just as I reached the landing and I somersaulted down the entire flight of stairs with my saucepan full of vomit. Beat that!
( , Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
We all love a drink. Some of us love them so much they want to see them again on the way out of their mouths. I once got caught by surprise by the boozy sickness while chatting to some friends in my kitchen. Quick as a flash I grabbed a nearby pan and chundered away merrily in it. Realising it was probably time for bed I staggered off to my room. Unfortunately, my co-ordination failed just as I reached the landing and I somersaulted down the entire flight of stairs with my saucepan full of vomit. Beat that!
( , Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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Big red taxi causes hospital panic
Last Christmas a group of girlies from the office won a night out with a fire engine limousine company. They took us on this massive pub crawl and i got horrendously Dresden-ed.
Went home at 3am, puked everywhere, went to bed but had to get up at 6am to go into hospickle for an operation.
Everything went reasonably well with the op until i came round from the anesthetic 4 hours later and threw up everywhere.
We're talking projectile. I even managed to set off two other women in the ward.
Nurses were running around everywhere, doctors were paged because they thought I'd had an allergic reaction to anaesthetic and i'm still puking. I didn't have the heart to tell them i was actually hungover after a monster night out.
So, to the nurses, other patients, the consultant and that rather worried-looking anaethestist at Queen's Med - sorry.
( , Mon 23 Aug 2004, 18:48, Reply)
Last Christmas a group of girlies from the office won a night out with a fire engine limousine company. They took us on this massive pub crawl and i got horrendously Dresden-ed.
Went home at 3am, puked everywhere, went to bed but had to get up at 6am to go into hospickle for an operation.
Everything went reasonably well with the op until i came round from the anesthetic 4 hours later and threw up everywhere.
We're talking projectile. I even managed to set off two other women in the ward.
Nurses were running around everywhere, doctors were paged because they thought I'd had an allergic reaction to anaesthetic and i'm still puking. I didn't have the heart to tell them i was actually hungover after a monster night out.
So, to the nurses, other patients, the consultant and that rather worried-looking anaethestist at Queen's Med - sorry.
( , Mon 23 Aug 2004, 18:48, Reply)
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