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oh god, after last night, I don't think I will ever drink again.
in case you were wondering, running drunk is a bad idea. especially when you lose the ability to turn corners and NOT stack it onto the road, knowcking yourself out, hurting your jaw, and grazing your scalp, shoulder, elbow, thumb-knuckle, ribcage, hip, thigh, knee, and calf, while your friends have to stop traffic to prevent you from being run over as well. Not to mention your friends being shit scared for you, one of them blaming himself, and two of them bursting into tears.
yeah, no more alcohol for me.
We had been at Lynn's place, drinking and having a barbeque, and I'd had two smirnoff double blacks and one bundy and coke that Lynn had made too strong for himself (warning!). But I'd eaten, too, so I didn't think I'd get that drunk.
Kurtis and Ash had to leave; they were getting a train back to The Shire, so Lynn showed them the way to the station, and Kelly and Amy and I went with them so we weren't left alone at his place.
That's just about where my memory ends. I remember putting a drink in my pocket, and, later, giving my jacket to Amy because she was cold and I really really wasn't. So I'm in jeans and a t-shirt now. I'm told that I started running at some point, and I think it was to catch up with people who were so much further ahead. I sort of remember passing Ash as I came to the corner, but it's only a second's worth of memory. Then I was dreaming. Then I woke up, sitting on a brick fence. And then I was being walked over to my mother, whom Lynn had called to come and get me, and our car.
After that, I remember apologising profusely for letting this happen, cursing the fact that I didn't remember what had actually happened, and then being picked up by my dad so he could carry me into the hospital. After that, there was a bed, the removal of clothes, asking questions to make sure I hadn't damaged the brain, cleaning of wounds, the refreshingly cold hands of the nurse against the wounds versus the harsh coldness of the cleaning liquid, feeling like the cuts were being raked with needles as they were cleaned, the cute doctor that took me to get my x-rays, and the oh so familiar face of my doctor (though apparently I've not ever seen her before). And a lot of crying, not because I was in pain (mostly), but because I kept thinking of what I was putting everyone else through - my parents, my friends, and Meghan, seeing as our research project is due on Monday and I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it still.
Oh, and I had the strongest memory of having been in a hospital bed that I have since been assured never happened.
Got home about 4am, and was relegated to the lounge room, as I was not trusted to climb the ladder into my room. Quite uncomfortable. The pillow on the arm of the lounge was far too high, and the blanket was all catchy. Plus it was the lounge, not a proper bed, so every time I tried to move, I had to sink in a little bit first.
in case you were wondering, running drunk is a bad idea. especially when you lose the ability to turn corners and NOT stack it onto the road, knowcking yourself out, hurting your jaw, and grazing your scalp, shoulder, elbow, thumb-knuckle, ribcage, hip, thigh, knee, and calf, while your friends have to stop traffic to prevent you from being run over as well. Not to mention your friends being shit scared for you, one of them blaming himself, and two of them bursting into tears.
yeah, no more alcohol for me.
We had been at Lynn's place, drinking and having a barbeque, and I'd had two smirnoff double blacks and one bundy and coke that Lynn had made too strong for himself (warning!). But I'd eaten, too, so I didn't think I'd get that drunk.
Kurtis and Ash had to leave; they were getting a train back to The Shire, so Lynn showed them the way to the station, and Kelly and Amy and I went with them so we weren't left alone at his place.
That's just about where my memory ends. I remember putting a drink in my pocket, and, later, giving my jacket to Amy because she was cold and I really really wasn't. So I'm in jeans and a t-shirt now. I'm told that I started running at some point, and I think it was to catch up with people who were so much further ahead. I sort of remember passing Ash as I came to the corner, but it's only a second's worth of memory. Then I was dreaming. Then I woke up, sitting on a brick fence. And then I was being walked over to my mother, whom Lynn had called to come and get me, and our car.
After that, I remember apologising profusely for letting this happen, cursing the fact that I didn't remember what had actually happened, and then being picked up by my dad so he could carry me into the hospital. After that, there was a bed, the removal of clothes, asking questions to make sure I hadn't damaged the brain, cleaning of wounds, the refreshingly cold hands of the nurse against the wounds versus the harsh coldness of the cleaning liquid, feeling like the cuts were being raked with needles as they were cleaned, the cute doctor that took me to get my x-rays, and the oh so familiar face of my doctor (though apparently I've not ever seen her before). And a lot of crying, not because I was in pain (mostly), but because I kept thinking of what I was putting everyone else through - my parents, my friends, and Meghan, seeing as our research project is due on Monday and I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it still.
Oh, and I had the strongest memory of having been in a hospital bed that I have since been assured never happened.
Got home about 4am, and was relegated to the lounge room, as I was not trusted to climb the ladder into my room. Quite uncomfortable. The pillow on the arm of the lounge was far too high, and the blanket was all catchy. Plus it was the lounge, not a proper bed, so every time I tried to move, I had to sink in a little bit first.