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I spent Xmas eve/Xmas in hospital. Can't say I saw that one coming. How did this happen you ask?

I went to a friend's place for a couple of hours and left for home at 11pm because I was pretty tired (not to mention hungry). So I get home and make myself some grilled ham and cheese (inventive aren't I?) and grab a beer.

So I finish eating and I've washed it down with a Becks. I'm working on some drum programming and I decide it's getting late, I'm not getting much done, sleep sounds good.

So I get up to go brush my teeth and everything starts spinning. On top of that I'm feeling more and more like I'm going to throw up or pass out. I decide to sit down and see if it passes but it doesn't. I wonder if it's the beer (even though I NEVER react like this to ONE beer). Then I think maybe it's something I ate. Either way I figure if I feel like throwing up maybe I should, so I go to the bathroom to see if anything will come out. I never throw up very easily so it's no surprise that I'm dry wretching when I get there.

Of course now I'm feeling worse and worse and calling an ambulance is looking like a pretty good idea. I mean it could have been nothing, but how do I know?

So to cut this little story down a bit ... I get an (expensive) ambulance ride to the nearest hospital, get hooked up to a drip, take some stemitil and lie awake and unable to sleep in this tiny hospital bed with nurses rushing back and forth until 5am when I recover enough to catch a cab home. To think that 4 hours previously I couldn't even walk straight, and all this after ONE FUCKING BEER!