I'm honest about titles and yes, I had a very close encounter with death last night, it was horrible.

In my whole entire life, I've always been okay with drinking. As a matter of fact, I love to drink and I'm completely honest about that, but drinking last night had me close to dying and it wasn't a good feeling.

No, not at all.

I was with friends last night, watching the last SAW movie while drinking beer and vodka. It was fine, really, it didn't matter one bit at first, until everything else skipped and I awoke wanting to puke on the floor of my parents' room.

Finding out I was awake, my mother consoled me and told me of last night's events.

I WAS CLOSE TO DYING... that or I would be on a coma with a tube down my throat and a mechanical ventilator breathing for me, if I hadn't woken up this morning.

Last night was a complete blur to me. All I remembered was my poor esophagus wanting to empty my stomach as I puked and puked endlessly. I wasn't even puking anything but my gastric juices and it was a horrible memory (given that I remembered only snippets of the entire night).

Apparently, I collapsed outside, on the way to a gas station to buy more liquor. A friend of mine tried consoling me and asking me to stand and I have no idea that I collapsed, but I remember being told to stand and then everything else was a blur.

According to my friend, having talked to her this morning, I wasn't moving at all and I was vomiting on the pavement and I could remember grass on my face but I have no idea why. I realized now that I indeed collapsed and was carried home by the friend I was walking with and I am heavier than him, I tell you. It was embarrassing.

Once he got me home I was on the floor, puking to high hell.

And my parents and my aunt helped me get dressed and put me to a better sleeping area, than the cold floor.

My mom told me I was already dead weight and they couldn't carry me. It was horrifying. I wasn't responding to words and slaps and hot water. I was like, really on a coma. My mother was panicking, already thinking about taking me to the hospital if I didn't wake up this morning but thankfully, I did.

When I talked to my mom about it, we started thinking of what could have caused something like that to happen when I've never even puked while drinking... ever.

Then we got our answer.

Every single time I drink, I make sure I eat beforehand, if not, during. When I drink, I usually buy ice cream too, to compensate for the warmth of the alcohol in my system. I usually balance the alcohol I drink with food but last night, I didn't even have lunch and so the alcohol was suspended in my body with nothing to cling to and so I collapsed.

I tried drinking water when I woke up but ended up puking it all anyway. Then I tried eating tiny amounts of food, which I equally just vomited and I thought my body will not ever accept food ever again but then I realized, that I'm a nurse and I should know something that will help me.

Yes, I'm a nurse... An embarrassment to the society, thank you. 


So I took an anti-emetic drug that would stop me from vomiting some more and I slept, just so I could let the medication set in. Eventually, waking up by lunch time, I was ready to eat and I'm still eating, which is good.

Alcohol toxicity can cause death and I was close to it last night. I'm just happy that I'm still alive, though with a really mean hangover but I don't care, as long as I'm still breathing on my own.

I know I will drink again in the future, but not anytime soon. I've been too mortified by this experience to ever touch a beer bottle again. If not for this, I'll still be going about intoxicating myself with alcohol and not caring about my health, or anything else.

If there was anything I learned, it's to value my family. With how they took care of me last night, I couldn't be more thankful.

From now on, I'll watch what I drink and not make a fool out of myself.

I never want to be in this near-death experience ever again.


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