Chalk this one up to experience.
I don't even know how to say/write this, so I'm just going to blurt it out... Sunday night was our Wild Rose Christmas staff party. I woke up in the hospital.
What the hell, McKinnley??!?! No, seriously, who does that? Totally irresponsible 18 year old kids, maybe, and I even think that they're idiots.
Talk about embarrassing. And stupid. And really REALLY embarrassing.
It was an awesome party. The venue was nice, there were appies (good appies like lamb sandwich bites and oysters) being walked around the room, a delicious buffet dinner, open bar, random 80's band. Everyone looked fantastic and it was so fun being in a social environment with all my coworkers and their significant others. Very cool. I was mingling and laughing and dancing and having a great time. I'm actually kind of pissed off that my night got cut short.
I had a few bevvies before dinner, with some appies too, and then had a good dinner, even going back for seconds. Afterwards I was having a few more drinks and feeling good, but not messy by any means. I got cheeky and took Lazz's whiskey from him, sniffed it, then downed the whole thing - which was probably 2-3 ounces, neat. A bit silly, but no harm no foul. I continued on and everything was totally fine. Until apparently that whiskey started kicking in (although it seems like an hour later), and I made the stupid mistake of repeating that trick again. After tossing back Lazz's drink for the second time, I don't recall anything else. Apparently everyone says I seemed fine, was dancing, had a shot of tequila at the bar with a few people, made a pass at Jamie's girlfriend (oops..?) and then I went to the bathroom and never came back.
I guess someone told Mike that they didn't think I was doing well, so he went and pounded on the bathroom door until I opened up, which I don't even know how I did because apparently I was completely out of it. I threw up and then just lay there totally unconscious. Jules has EMS training and she came in to help, and got concerned when nothing she did garnered any sort of reaction from me. They couldn't get me to respond, sit up, twitch, nothing. So they ended up calling an ambulance.
How utterly ridiculous. Thankfully the party kept on going in the other room and lots of people didn't know until later. My boss managed to maintain some semblance of privacy.
I have a few very vague flashes of this loud-mouthed EMT squeezing my earlobe to try and get a reaction out of me - I didn't even flinch, and a couple other brief clips, but all in all I don't remember a thing between that second glass of whiskey and waking up around 2:30am on a gurney and telling the EMT I wanted to go home. Ugh. All they did was get me conscious - apparently I woke up enough to stare at them for awhile, but absolutely refused to speak, and pumped me full of fluids to rehydrate me.
They pulled my IV out, made me sign a release form, then Maclean and I cabbed home where I fell into bed - pukey hair and all.
DIsgusting. And I don't just mean my hair.
Thankfully it was nothing more serious than that, but I still can't believe it happened. I've been to work since, and only talked about it when absolutely necessary. I'm covered in bruises - I also smacked my head on something so have a nice goose egg, and my nose was bleeding that night when they found me, and Maclean kept dropping me because apparently dead weight is really difficult to handle.
My coworkers all only expressed concern, people just wanted to make sure I was ok, and while of course everyone was talking about it, I was assured that we're family and I'm loved and nobody is judging. That made me feel a little better. The CEO of WR came up to me and the first thing out of his mouth was, "I don't want you to feel embarrassed." Ha! But he continued on saying that while the ambulance was extreme, most everyone has been to the point where they've had way too much and things have gotten messy. He was stoked that it was such a good party, and told me he was glad to foster an environment and a team where people are comfortable enough to let loose and have some fun.
It could have gone a very different way from that, so I'm grateful for his understanding.
I've been wearing long sleeves to cover my "track marks" and all the tape marks. Then last night I went tanning and for some reason it burnt little red squares where the tape had been stuck to me!!! *sigh*
Live and learn, I suppose.
What the hell, McKinnley??!?! No, seriously, who does that? Totally irresponsible 18 year old kids, maybe, and I even think that they're idiots.
Talk about embarrassing. And stupid. And really REALLY embarrassing.
It was an awesome party. The venue was nice, there were appies (good appies like lamb sandwich bites and oysters) being walked around the room, a delicious buffet dinner, open bar, random 80's band. Everyone looked fantastic and it was so fun being in a social environment with all my coworkers and their significant others. Very cool. I was mingling and laughing and dancing and having a great time. I'm actually kind of pissed off that my night got cut short.
I had a few bevvies before dinner, with some appies too, and then had a good dinner, even going back for seconds. Afterwards I was having a few more drinks and feeling good, but not messy by any means. I got cheeky and took Lazz's whiskey from him, sniffed it, then downed the whole thing - which was probably 2-3 ounces, neat. A bit silly, but no harm no foul. I continued on and everything was totally fine. Until apparently that whiskey started kicking in (although it seems like an hour later), and I made the stupid mistake of repeating that trick again. After tossing back Lazz's drink for the second time, I don't recall anything else. Apparently everyone says I seemed fine, was dancing, had a shot of tequila at the bar with a few people, made a pass at Jamie's girlfriend (oops..?) and then I went to the bathroom and never came back.
I guess someone told Mike that they didn't think I was doing well, so he went and pounded on the bathroom door until I opened up, which I don't even know how I did because apparently I was completely out of it. I threw up and then just lay there totally unconscious. Jules has EMS training and she came in to help, and got concerned when nothing she did garnered any sort of reaction from me. They couldn't get me to respond, sit up, twitch, nothing. So they ended up calling an ambulance.
How utterly ridiculous. Thankfully the party kept on going in the other room and lots of people didn't know until later. My boss managed to maintain some semblance of privacy.
I have a few very vague flashes of this loud-mouthed EMT squeezing my earlobe to try and get a reaction out of me - I didn't even flinch, and a couple other brief clips, but all in all I don't remember a thing between that second glass of whiskey and waking up around 2:30am on a gurney and telling the EMT I wanted to go home. Ugh. All they did was get me conscious - apparently I woke up enough to stare at them for awhile, but absolutely refused to speak, and pumped me full of fluids to rehydrate me.
They pulled my IV out, made me sign a release form, then Maclean and I cabbed home where I fell into bed - pukey hair and all.
DIsgusting. And I don't just mean my hair.
Thankfully it was nothing more serious than that, but I still can't believe it happened. I've been to work since, and only talked about it when absolutely necessary. I'm covered in bruises - I also smacked my head on something so have a nice goose egg, and my nose was bleeding that night when they found me, and Maclean kept dropping me because apparently dead weight is really difficult to handle.
My coworkers all only expressed concern, people just wanted to make sure I was ok, and while of course everyone was talking about it, I was assured that we're family and I'm loved and nobody is judging. That made me feel a little better. The CEO of WR came up to me and the first thing out of his mouth was, "I don't want you to feel embarrassed." Ha! But he continued on saying that while the ambulance was extreme, most everyone has been to the point where they've had way too much and things have gotten messy. He was stoked that it was such a good party, and told me he was glad to foster an environment and a team where people are comfortable enough to let loose and have some fun.
It could have gone a very different way from that, so I'm grateful for his understanding.
I've been wearing long sleeves to cover my "track marks" and all the tape marks. Then last night I went tanning and for some reason it burnt little red squares where the tape had been stuck to me!!! *sigh*
Live and learn, I suppose.