Thank you all so much for the lovely birthday wishes!
I'll be getting back to each of you to thank you personally when I have a minute to do so.
So Yesterday was my 21st birthday. Yes folks, it was the big 2 1! Tuesday night I decided I would celebrate my b-day right at midnight with a beer and a couple of good freinds. Well midnight rolled around and there were more friends waiting for me at the bar than I had anticipated, and of course, they ALL had to buy me a shot.
So my one beer night turned into 5 shots of all kinds of varieties (mixing is bad, but I knew this going in) within ONE HOUR! and of course, a beer to wash the whole thing down.
I was feeling fine when I was escorted home (with a short pit stop in the bushes) and it wasn't until I lied down that I realized "I have had far too much to drink, far too quickly, and I think I might be sick". Within 30 seconds of that thought I was rushing off to the toilet.
I stationed myself in front of the toilet with one hand on the paper roll and one hand on the flusher like a true veteran.
and then somemore and then even more , until about 4 in the morning.
I woke up to my little brother (8 years old) and my dad singing Happy Birthday to me through my cell phone (which was awesome except for the fact that it was only 8am!). I had a horrible headache, but otherwise I was feeling ok. I went back to sleep until 10 when the birthday phone calls just became too much. Now really, I love my family and all, but couldn't they have waited until at least noon?
When I sat up I wasn't feeling as well as I had thought and in fact, my stomach was still very angry with me and my body was convinced I was trying to kill it and that I wasn't to be trusted. So of course, it was suspicious of the harmless water I was trying to give it, and I eneded up puking the ENTIRE day. MY stomahch didn't seem to care much that I had absolutley nothing left in me to vomit, it continued to push out bile (sorry if that is too graphic for you). It was 2pm before I could stop throwing up long enough to fall asleep for two hours, and it wasn't until 6 that I took my first sip of gatorade.
Well at least I got a good work out! My lower belly is still sore from heaving. ick.
The entire time I had a fabulous man sitting next to me on the bathroom floor, rubbing my back and telling me his own drunken puking stories to make me feel better. He even picked me up and carried me back to bed (but within 45 seconds I was running for the toilet again).
So thats my 21st B-day story! Certainly not the greatest day of my life, but hell, thats exactly what I was suposed to do right?
I'll be getting back to each of you to thank you personally when I have a minute to do so.
So Yesterday was my 21st birthday. Yes folks, it was the big 2 1! Tuesday night I decided I would celebrate my b-day right at midnight with a beer and a couple of good freinds. Well midnight rolled around and there were more friends waiting for me at the bar than I had anticipated, and of course, they ALL had to buy me a shot.
So my one beer night turned into 5 shots of all kinds of varieties (mixing is bad, but I knew this going in) within ONE HOUR! and of course, a beer to wash the whole thing down.
I was feeling fine when I was escorted home (with a short pit stop in the bushes) and it wasn't until I lied down that I realized "I have had far too much to drink, far too quickly, and I think I might be sick". Within 30 seconds of that thought I was rushing off to the toilet.
I stationed myself in front of the toilet with one hand on the paper roll and one hand on the flusher like a true veteran.
and then somemore and then even more , until about 4 in the morning.
I woke up to my little brother (8 years old) and my dad singing Happy Birthday to me through my cell phone (which was awesome except for the fact that it was only 8am!). I had a horrible headache, but otherwise I was feeling ok. I went back to sleep until 10 when the birthday phone calls just became too much. Now really, I love my family and all, but couldn't they have waited until at least noon?
When I sat up I wasn't feeling as well as I had thought and in fact, my stomach was still very angry with me and my body was convinced I was trying to kill it and that I wasn't to be trusted. So of course, it was suspicious of the harmless water I was trying to give it, and I eneded up puking the ENTIRE day. MY stomahch didn't seem to care much that I had absolutley nothing left in me to vomit, it continued to push out bile (sorry if that is too graphic for you). It was 2pm before I could stop throwing up long enough to fall asleep for two hours, and it wasn't until 6 that I took my first sip of gatorade.
Well at least I got a good work out! My lower belly is still sore from heaving. ick.
The entire time I had a fabulous man sitting next to me on the bathroom floor, rubbing my back and telling me his own drunken puking stories to make me feel better. He even picked me up and carried me back to bed (but within 45 seconds I was running for the toilet again).
So thats my 21st B-day story! Certainly not the greatest day of my life, but hell, thats exactly what I was suposed to do right?
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findmeone:
oh the good times
bowie:
I have nothing but free time.