Soooo Crazy

Yesterday was crazy as hell.

I started work.

Mark already left for Sydney.

And I got smashed.

Really?? you ask.

Not a big shocker there. But I had to go to the doctors this morning - I thought I was gona have my stomach pumped or something. It scrared the daylights out of me.

After my orientation at work, I got picked up by Bernie and Amber. Since it was B's last exam [the bitch has degree. Congratulations...I'm so proud of you..], we vowed to get drunk and just hang out for night.

It didn't go according to plan.

Nick called. He wanted us to go meet them, and by them meaning Steven, Ana, Jess and Ozzie with at the local tavern.

So we went. But not before downing a couple of bottles of Smirnoff Vodka.

At the tavern, I drank three vodka tonics and a bottle of Vodka. I wasn't tipsy so I thought I was alright.

Steven invited us over at his place so we went.

I brought the rest of my four pack of Vodka with me. It wasn't enough. So we drove to the bottle shop to buy another four pack.

So how much was my alcohol count so far?

Two Smirnoff vodka, three vodka tonics, another Smirnoff Vodka, two more bottles of smirnoff vodka and a four pack.

So that makes 12, right? Jeez.

All the while smoking and with an empty stomach.

It. Was. Not. Good.

I know I said I want to drink to forget about my worries. But not enough to be rushed to the doctors.

We got home at one o'clock. Made an absolute ass of ourselves. And passed out.

Or so I thought.

I vomitted. Once. I thought that was it. I can go to sleep and then have a massive hang over in the morning and all will be well.

But I was wrong.

I woke up after half hour and vomitted again.

Went back to bed only to be woken up to run towards the toilet to vomit again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I did it all throughout the night. About fifteen times. I didn't sleep because I couldn't move.

I didn't have anything to throw up so I started throwing up gastric acid.

My stomach lining was inflamed but I still couldn't stop throwing up.

At seven thirty I finally woke up my girlfriends. Told them to bring me to the doctors cos I couldn't stand throwing up anymore. My throat was sore, I can taste blood and I'm coughing up acid.

How bad was that?

All the while thinking, what am I doing? Why do I like getting drunk and throwing up?

So we drove to the doctors.

As always, Amber couldn't stand not perving [a hot physiotherapist was there] and we ended up laughing like hyenas.

For someone with an inflamed stomach, I laughed hard. I did well, really.

The doctor asked me why I came in. "I had a few drinks last night and I vomitted. I thought it was only a one off thing but I kept vomitting all throughout the night."

The doctor then asked, "When you said a few drinks, how much did you REALLY drink?"

We looked at each other, "Ummm... About twelve bottles of vodka.."

The doctor raised her eyebrow.

"How often do you drink?"

"Umm.. every two weeks.."

"I don't think it's alcohol poisoning. But I'd go easy on the alcohol if I were you.."

I looked at Amber and Bernie and went, "Shit , now we can't go out tonight."

They laughed. There I was seeing my doctor complaining about a great hang over and I worry about not getting drunk again tonight.

She told me I need to get a shot to stop the nausea. So I went and took the shot. I didn't know they were gona jab it on my ass.

I got out of the doctor's office with an inflamed stomach, a woozy head and a sore ass.

But I feel better now.

I just need to lay off the alcohol for a while.

I think you'll see a sober Nikki this time.