Well that's a first.
Did anybody catch the number of that train that just owned me?
Never before have I gotten so violently ill so quickly. I was at Jen's place down in Round Rock, as it was Dan's birthday or something ridiculous as such. We started drinking about 6, and I busted out the PS2 and we started playing Guitar Hero II. I had only 3 drinks from 6 until about 9, when I started to just feel horrible. By 9:30 I was unable to walk and was shivering madly under covers on the couch, yet I was on fire at the same time. I don't know what hit me, but it hit me HARD. Nothing that 3 beers or a well done hamburger could have done to me like that.
I really didn't sleep too well last night, but at least I didn't make a mess at Jen's. I feel bad for getting sick like I did and making them take care of me, but nothing I could really do about it. Woke up for the last time this morning about 9 and we dragged my ass to my Mom's shop, where she worked on me from about 10:30-1. Having a mom who's a RMT does wonders. :) She got me feeling good enough to drive home, and here I am. Probably gonna go to bed soon, instead of having 4 vices squeezing in on my head I'm down to 1. Probably what I get for going from 6AM until 10pm Friday night without a break other than my hour nap at work.
WTB soup PST. :/
Never before have I gotten so violently ill so quickly. I was at Jen's place down in Round Rock, as it was Dan's birthday or something ridiculous as such. We started drinking about 6, and I busted out the PS2 and we started playing Guitar Hero II. I had only 3 drinks from 6 until about 9, when I started to just feel horrible. By 9:30 I was unable to walk and was shivering madly under covers on the couch, yet I was on fire at the same time. I don't know what hit me, but it hit me HARD. Nothing that 3 beers or a well done hamburger could have done to me like that.
I really didn't sleep too well last night, but at least I didn't make a mess at Jen's. I feel bad for getting sick like I did and making them take care of me, but nothing I could really do about it. Woke up for the last time this morning about 9 and we dragged my ass to my Mom's shop, where she worked on me from about 10:30-1. Having a mom who's a RMT does wonders. :) She got me feeling good enough to drive home, and here I am. Probably gonna go to bed soon, instead of having 4 vices squeezing in on my head I'm down to 1. Probably what I get for going from 6AM until 10pm Friday night without a break other than my hour nap at work.
WTB soup PST. :/