Never again!

I have been thinking about how I should write this blog, for most of the morning, whilst I celebrated Holi Day, which if you are blonde wear a hat, after a 20 minute shower my hair is still pink. But last night was well interesting to say the least.

The best way to start this story is to start with the ending, last night ended with me in the back of an Ambulance telling the lovely paramedics that I'm not pregnant.

It started out like a normal night out does, we go to the cellers (uni common area) play pool have pre-drinks and have a good time, we then wonder to a friends house do the same then off to the students union, my Girlfriend was working behind the bar last night so it was just me and the Gents ( we thought "lads" was to chavy), I cant even remember drinking that much, but as the night came to a close I collapsed on the bar Sofa, being the most drunk I have ever been! 

When I got back to my room, the GF tried to put me to bed but my stomach had different ideas, it rejected the alcohol, so vomiting started. You may be thinking this isnt interesting everyone vomits, but well it gets more interesting now.

I start getting intense pain in my abdominal area, I thought it was wind so I go sit on loo for a while, but the pain got worse and worse until the GF had to call NHS Direct. Now sober me would have been responsive and helpful, but drunk Dan thought his appendix was exploding or had ruptured his stomach, and was screeming at the top of his lungs to call an ambulance.

We went to the security hut because thats where the GF told Ambulance to go, once stepping into secrurity hut my first words were "IM IN SO MUCH PAIN BUT, FUCK ME IT SMELLS AMAZING IN HERE", which it did it smelt of Watermelon, I feel sorry for the poor security guard he was doing the nightshift and a drunk student barges in, screaming.

Then the ambulance came, and well I thought I was going to be carted of to A&E and be under the knife in a matter or hours. I was wrong, I had heart burn basically. A mixture of spicyfood, to much booze and medication, had caused my stomach to hate me, I was given two paracetamol and told to take Rennies, and guess what the pain disappeared.

So thats how I probably woke up the entire block and wasted NHS time and money for Heartburn, Sorry Mum.   

If you want a better telling of the story ask my Girlfriend as she can remember all of it and all the funny things I said.