03-08-2006, 08:59 AM
Okay, so here's this next one. It's a bit less severe. This happened...hmmm, February or so of 2004. My friend had just given a recital and we decided to head downtown for some drinks, a truly excellent idea.
So we arrive at an Irish pub, generally our favorite kind of place to frequent, and started having drinks. There were about 8 or 9 of us there, including my now-girlfriend but then friend who is a girl that I was dating. Anyway, I have no idea what the deal was, because I started to feel very unwell very early into the evening and after only about 2 or 3 drinks. I can usually handle much more than that and not even feel it, but it was killing me this night.
So I get a glass of water and put my head of the table and fall asleep. About 20 minutes later, my stomach tells me that it's time to wake up and take care of business, so I get into the bathroom and start vomiting into the garbage can. Delight of delights, there was quite a bit of blood in my vomit. My friend came in to check on me and said we were going to leave. I told him I couldn't because I still had to puke.
Here was his gem of an idea.
"Okay, Jon, I'm going to punch you in the stomach really hard so you'll get sick, and then you can go home, okay?" Naturally, I refused to participate in this idiocy, saying no and shaking my head emphatically.
Apparently, I wasn't convincing enough and as I stood up he socked me one right in the stomach, knocking the wind right out of me. So I couldn't breathe, I had a pounding headache, and I was vomiting blood. Lovely...
My then friend who is a girl tried to drop me off at the hospital, because I was still feeling horrid, but I told her to just drop me home, I'd have some water and sleep it off. Immediately after I said that, I lost consciousness. I woke up a few minutes later as she pulled me out of her car and took me into her house. She said she wanted to take care of me to make sure that I was okay.
Awwww....and we weren't even going out yet.
So I threw up again, and then the seizures began. So I shook and puked and puked and shook for a while until, cold and clammy, I was finally able to fall asleep in her bed while she played with my hair. I woke up with a terrible hangover, but I made it all thanks to her.
So we arrive at an Irish pub, generally our favorite kind of place to frequent, and started having drinks. There were about 8 or 9 of us there, including my now-girlfriend but then friend who is a girl that I was dating. Anyway, I have no idea what the deal was, because I started to feel very unwell very early into the evening and after only about 2 or 3 drinks. I can usually handle much more than that and not even feel it, but it was killing me this night.
So I get a glass of water and put my head of the table and fall asleep. About 20 minutes later, my stomach tells me that it's time to wake up and take care of business, so I get into the bathroom and start vomiting into the garbage can. Delight of delights, there was quite a bit of blood in my vomit. My friend came in to check on me and said we were going to leave. I told him I couldn't because I still had to puke.
Here was his gem of an idea.
"Okay, Jon, I'm going to punch you in the stomach really hard so you'll get sick, and then you can go home, okay?" Naturally, I refused to participate in this idiocy, saying no and shaking my head emphatically.
Apparently, I wasn't convincing enough and as I stood up he socked me one right in the stomach, knocking the wind right out of me. So I couldn't breathe, I had a pounding headache, and I was vomiting blood. Lovely...
My then friend who is a girl tried to drop me off at the hospital, because I was still feeling horrid, but I told her to just drop me home, I'd have some water and sleep it off. Immediately after I said that, I lost consciousness. I woke up a few minutes later as she pulled me out of her car and took me into her house. She said she wanted to take care of me to make sure that I was okay.
Awwww....and we weren't even going out yet.
So I threw up again, and then the seizures began. So I shook and puked and puked and shook for a while until, cold and clammy, I was finally able to fall asleep in her bed while she played with my hair. I woke up with a terrible hangover, but I made it all thanks to her.