Realised I never said what happened last Wednesday. There’s this drinking challenge at the student bar, which I did. It’s 7 cocktails; 28 shots of vodka in total. I did it. Most people that do the challenge do it in 4 hours. I got there late so did it in 2 1/2 hours.
I’m not entirely sure how it came about that I agreed to do the challenge. Olivia joked that I should do it, and then the next thing I know people are coming up to me asking if I’m doing the challenge. Then when John said girls can’t do it, well, that was it. So I agreed to do it.
Everything was fine up until cocktail number 6, which John dared me to down. You shouldn’t dare me at the best of times, but especially not when I’ve had 20 shots of vodka. Not that it was his fault – completely my fault, I take full responsibility. So anyway, after cocktail number 6, my mind is a blank. I only know what people have told me.
After I finished number 7, which John bought for me, Jessie, Olivia, Megan & Will walked me home. Except I only made it about half way. I fell in the bushes, and then decided I just wanted to sleep. Apperently I didn’t black out, I just wanted to sleep. My friends were panicking a bit and called an ambulance. Whilst waiting for the ambulance, a police patrol car saw us and stopped.
They were being friendly and just chatting with my friends while we all waited for the ambulance. At this point, a couple of other friends walked past and one of them, Matt, who was drunk, started complaining to the police about all that is wrong with the modern world. When his friends realised what he was up to, they quickly took him and left.
The ambulance arrived and checked me over, determined that I was just completely wasted and didn’t have any blood poisoning. They said they could take me to hospital, but that they wouldn’t recommend it and that I just needed to sleep it off.
Which left my friends with a problem; how on earth were they going to get me to walk up the hill? Luckily, the police stepped in. They didn’t want me in the back of their car as it would be a real hassle to clean if I was sick. But they radiod through to the station and requested a riot van. The riot van arrived and took my friends and me back home.
Once at the college, they put me on the sofas in the reception, as they couldn’t get me to walk to my room – which is on the opposite side of college. I stayed there for an hour or so, with my friends around me. Then a couple of guys came in that we know, and they helped carry/drag me to my room.
My friends took turns sitting with that night, to make sure I wasn’t sick in my sleep etc.
So yes, that’s what happened. Don’t know what I would have done without my mates there – they were absolute angels.
But I’m aware it was a stupid, stupid thing to do. That was a week ago. I haven’t had anything to drink since then. I need to give my liver a break. I need to start looking after myself properly.
Anyway. I managed to get the report done that was due in yesterday. It’s my shittiest piece of work, but it’s done. It’s formative, so doesn’t count towards the final mark for this year. It was a hell of a struggle though. Was near breaking point – just feeling so shit about everything. But I did it. Which is awesome.