What's the worst hangover you've ever had?

Message Bookmarked

Bookmark Removed

my birthday party last night. went to sleep around 4:30 am. woke up noon. still throwing up now.

― modestmickey, Saturday, 31 March 2007 21:36 (eighteen years ago)

I was once so hung over/poisoned I was still vomiting bile and anything I swallowed (water etc) at 8 the next evening, I ended up having to call a locum to come visit and give me an anti nausea injection cause I was starting to dehydrate :/

― Trayce, Saturday, 31 March 2007 21:53 (eighteen years ago)

i just ate my first food since i woke up and it came back up, completely undigested. absolutely disgusting.

― modestmickey, Saturday, 31 March 2007 21:54 (eighteen years ago)

Eeew. Dont eat. Just try and keep some water down. And maybe a vitamin pill if you can manage it.

― Trayce, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:00 (eighteen years ago)

I had the exact same problem a few weeks ago. It destroyed my day. I tried to do what Trayce is suggesting, and keep water down. It was impossible. I threw up more that day then I had in about the last 5 years put together. Gross. The only advice I can give is to maybe lay down and put a wet towel over your face and tough it out.

― Z S, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:02 (eighteen years ago)

Yes, sleep is the only answer when alcohol poisoning occurs.

― Neil S, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:11 (eighteen years ago)

most fun birthday i've ever had, as best as i can remember. without a doubt the worst day after ever.

― modestmickey, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:13 (eighteen years ago)

Pity! At least you had a good day...

― Neil S, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:15 (eighteen years ago)

Alone in work, hogmanay. Throwing up the water I tried to sip, bile, burst blood vessels in the throat. Worked from 9 until 5.30, spent more time in the toilet than at my desk.

Brought in the bells with a glass of ginger wine and the prospect of working again at 6.45am New Years Day.

Sympathy.

― rumpie, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:19 (eighteen years ago)

Vomit, go back to sleep, wake up, vomit some more, go back to sleep. Top important rule: you have to work out a schedule that lets you sleep through the screamingly horrible dehydration headaches.

That, or force yourself to drink again, like what I did at lunchtime today. Went to pub, bought a pint and a can of Irn Bru, gulped Irn Bru, went to pub toilet, spewed, sipped pint slowly until urge to spew again passed. It sort of did work. I'm still alive, which didn't seem likely twelve hours ago.

― ailsa, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:21 (eighteen years ago)

spent more time in the toilet than at my desk.

Oh, I know that feeling. When Celtic clinched the league in 2001, I spent approximately 87 of the 90 minutes with my head over the minging Parkhead toilets. Somehow, I did manage to see Tommy Johnson's goal. I have no idea what I was doing the night before that I didn't think "oh, big day at the football, I really should stop drinking and go to bed at some point", but I did get out of the ground, miraculously recovered, and went straight to the pub.

― ailsa, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:27 (eighteen years ago)

I have also vomited in my bin beside my desk at work because I was too ill to actually move towards the toilets. I'm not entirely sure how I managed to get out of my bed and travel ten miles up the road and get to my desk that day. Tequila might have been involved the previous night. I have *no* idea how my boss didn't notice that I was, y'know, sitting at my desk pissed and spewing in my bin.

― ailsa, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:32 (eighteen years ago)

mickey, a good cure for a hangover like that is to imagine yourself eating a sandwich consisting of two slices of wonder bread wrapped around an ashtray.

― ▒█▄█ ▄▄ ▒█▄█, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:33 (eighteen years ago)

I turned up at work green one monday after experimenting with home made vodka jelly. As soon as I appeared everyone assumed I'd fallen ill with the rampant bug that was going round and my boss drove me home. Result!

― rumpie, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:36 (eighteen years ago)

And you, freaky name, are CRUEL

― rumpie, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:36 (eighteen years ago)

My hangovers are just extreme sleepiness, and the occasional mild headache. Usually I can just feel the dehydration though; like I feel like I've been 'dried out'. It's strange.

The best way that I've found to avoid them is to take 2 ibuprofen and several large glasses of water immediately before falling asleep.

― Stevie D, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:53 (eighteen years ago)

I've had a couple of 48-hour hangovers before that were quite the experience, but I still can't find a better hangover story than when my bassist woke up paralyzed. (He became unparalyzed after some number of hours.)

― libcrypt, Saturday, 31 March 2007 22:55 (eighteen years ago)

My greatest hangover shame was the day after my 26th birthday (quiet evening turned into nightmarish Geto Boys and Napoleon Brandy-fuelled lifetime-low of embarrassment) when I threw up at work into a coffee mug. Colleague thought I'd magically conjured up a Cup-A-Soup without recourse to a kettle.

Three years later, flying back into Manchester from a long weekend with friends in Dublin, was the worst I've ever felt without vomiting. I was just praying for death at least as far as Preston.

The best way that I've found to avoid them is to take 2 ibuprofen and several large glasses of water immediately before falling asleep.

Damn right. Always works. Relies on being in a sufficiently lucid state to execute the ibu/H20 cure before crashing out.

― Michael Jones, Saturday, 31 March 2007 23:00 (eighteen years ago)

Whatever you do, don't take acetaminophen. It can kill you if you take enough and there's still alcohol in yr system.

― libcrypt, Saturday, 31 March 2007 23:11 (eighteen years ago)

One morning, I woke up and vomited what seemed like every single meal I had ever eaten. It came in about 24-36 waves. After what seemed like hours, I was finally done though I was exhausted, dehydrated, and humiliated. The worst part, something I had noticed around Wave #22 or Wave #31, was that I still had a bit of food caught in the back of my throat. I would've ignored it, but it was still making me gag a bit.

So I reached back there and tried to pinch it out. That's when I felt the worst pain of all from that morning/afternoon.

Turns out, I had drank so much Jägermeister (the bar had it on tap!) and Rumpleminze, my uvula had swollen up, made weight, and had distended far enough to sit on top of the back of my throat. The only way I could keep it off of there was to blow air up from my throat, like I was making a German motorboat sound, and that would at least put it up to the roof of my mouth, like a boxer's punching bag.

I spent the whole rest of the day with a hangover, having to go around the house making rattlesnake sounds. This little chapter of my drinking life would be called "Insult to Injury".

― Pleasant Plains, Saturday, 31 March 2007 23:16 (eighteen years ago)

can't stand the word uvula. reason being that i was at a bar once playing scrabble and used it for a pretty heavy double word score. my friends challenged, and asked what it meant. i responded that it had something to do with the female anatomy, broke my poker face, and relented. then i looked it up the next day and realized it was an actual word. i always get pissed and think of how i caved in that night when i see or hear uvula.

― ▒█▄█ ▄▄ ▒█▄█, Saturday, 31 March 2007 23:41 (eighteen years ago)

at 8 pm i went for a walk with a friend who lives in my apt building. i finally feel normal again. jesus, longest hangover i've ever had. i love working 6 days a week and spending my one free day on the couch surrounded by filth staring at ceiling fan.

― modestmickey, Sunday, 1 April 2007 01:05 (eighteen years ago)

It was the last time I was sober. Man I felt bad.

― Hurting 2, Sunday, 1 April 2007 01:14 (eighteen years ago)

2nd experience of drunkenness, 12 Tom Collins on an empty stomach. Horped under the table at the bar, horped and passed out in the men's room, horped in the parking lot as friends were taking me home, etc. Couldn't really see, think, speak or move far from the toilet for 30 hours. Still can't stand the smell of gin.

― Rock Hardy, Sunday, 1 April 2007 01:19 (eighteen years ago)

'horped'? that's a new one

― modestmickey, Sunday, 1 April 2007 01:33 (eighteen years ago)

(lol @ some unopened 40's i just found in fridge)

― modestmickey, Sunday, 1 April 2007 01:34 (eighteen years ago)

DRINK THEM NOW!

― Beth Parker, Sunday, 1 April 2007 01:40 (eighteen years ago)

Puke on scanner, post puke!

― Beth Parker, Sunday, 1 April 2007 01:41 (eighteen years ago)

once there was this ultranasty debilitating cold going around my school and i stayed healthy for like ten days and then i gave in and kissed my sick girlfriend and the next morning i started to feel sick so that evening i took some 4c1d to escape for body for twelve hours. it worked, but i spent the next week unable to leave the house except for one day when i managed to go out and buy a smoothie that i puked up later. i had such fever that i couldn't straighten my back. i wanted to go to the hospital but i wasn't well enough to walk the distance or ask anyone to drive me.

i had forgotten that lucy tanks your immune system... lesson learned. i also think that by that time the virus had evolved into something worse than what i had seen the week before.

― lfam, Sunday, 1 April 2007 03:17 (eighteen years ago)

chlamydia is not a flower

― ▒█▄█ ▄▄ ▒█▄█, Sunday, 1 April 2007 03:19 (eighteen years ago)

i guess i did turn down my girlfriend's repeated offers to drive me to the hospital. i was delirious. she is joachin.

― lfam, Sunday, 1 April 2007 03:19 (eighteen years ago)

Option 1: Random night five or six years ago, before I was legal. Ran up a horrible tab at TGI Friday's with their overpriced margaritas, LiTs, shots of Patron and to cap it off, a $12 bottle of red wine (can't remember what kind, or if it even had a kind) that two of us split. I blame the red wine dessert, but I don't remember ever feeling as bad the day after. Never threw up, at least.

Option 2: a few days after turning 19, a group of the bartenders at work took me out to their favorite place. We played quarters. They were much, much better at it than I. Wound up drinking crazy amount of cheapest draft beer, then hours throwing it up while trying to sleep, then went into my afternoon shift still hazy and feeling my mouth had been bathed in battery acid.

Option 3: not such a terrible night drinking, but got the hangover in a holding cell.

Option 3 was basically the last time I had a bad hangover. It's a good way to slow down/quit drinking.

― milo z, Sunday, 1 April 2007 03:26 (eighteen years ago)

worst hangover i ever had my skin was ghost white, i was sweating vinegar passed out in a dormitory hallway, and this girl shook me awake because she wanted to know if she should call an ambulance as (in her words) i looked like a diseased, pasty E.T. before he almost died in the movie.

― ▒█▄█ ▄▄ ▒█▄█, Sunday, 1 April 2007 03:35 (eighteen years ago)

question: what the hell did i drink last night?

someone brought a handful of really weird "shots." they came in tiny plastic bottles that resembled hotel shampoo samples. it wasn't clear what type of liquor or whatever they were, but they were colored and had fruit flavors. may or may not have been from the u.s. since we had some weird canadian beer that definitely isn't sold here too.

― modestmickey, Sunday, 1 April 2007 04:23 (eighteen years ago)

I've had way too many severe sick hangovers. I think I have a dodgy gall bladder for starters. Bile spew = not fun. I've learnt after a few too many occasions how to temper my behaviour now, so I've not overdone it that badly in quite some time.

― Trayce, Sunday, 1 April 2007 04:29 (eighteen years ago)

Unfortunately, there have been way too many horrendous hangovers for me to just pick one. Two that stand out:

1 - 19 years old, NYC - Woke up not only severly ill and vomiting up a storm, but also with a sprained ankle and black eye. NOT FUN!

2 - 26 years old, London - Woke up not remembering how i got home at 8:00 p.m. after meeting a friend for drinks after work and drinking three bottles of red wine between the two of us on an empty stomach. Apparently, I couldn't fit my key in the door to our building so buzzed my now husband to come let me in. When he got downstairs, he found me throwing up red wine all over the steps of our building. Also may have been tossed out of a cab on the way home that night. The hangover lasted three days and I was so ill I called out of work the whole time. It was a nightmare. I didn't drink for four months after that one.

― ENBB, Sunday, 1 April 2007 14:45 (eighteen years ago)

The worst would probably be today, but it is not solely the drinking I have to blame. Lots of drinks with friends, wound up in the street at 5 in the morning looking for something to eat and some random guy punched me in the face, breaking my two front teeth and cutting my lip. Was having a terrible hangover at the hospital, while a doctor was trying to put my teeth back in the right place where they belong. I threw up once i got back home around 7:30 and let me tell you, it really isn't a nice feeling to do so on the three stitches on my lips

― Jibe, Sunday, 1 April 2007 15:27 (eighteen years ago)

holy shit, that's horrible, jibe. i'm sorry.

― modestmickey, Sunday, 1 April 2007 15:32 (eighteen years ago)

Bah, it's okay, it was bound to happen someday seeing as to how often I wander around drunkenly. The whole story is quite strange as the guy was all nice and shit and then punched me. I almost laughed when the doctor handed me a paper to sign and i realised the date was April 1. My main feeling through all this was that this was some fucked up April Fool's joke.

― Jibe, Sunday, 1 April 2007 15:37 (eighteen years ago)

I usually don't get hangovers no matter how much I've drunk - the worst I get is tiredness and slight dehydration. The one and only time I have ever gotten really hungover was completely shit though.

21st birthday - Had been drinking since 7 pm. Finally passed out sometime after 6 am, woke up at noon in a strange place. Thankfully, it turned out to be my cousin's house, but I was still so out of it I didn't recognize the place immediately and frantically tried to leave until I caught sight of a picture of my cousin on the table and everything suddenly made sense. At which point I had to run straight to the bathroom to throw up. Went to the kitchen to get some water. Went back up to sleep. Woke up five minutes later to vomit. Repeat again and again and again.

― Roz, Sunday, 1 April 2007 15:53 (eighteen years ago)

I love the hangovers where you wake up in unexpected places and you spend a few minutes guessing where you are ad, more importantly, how you came to be there. Also, do most of you tend to forget everything about the previous night when you wake up after an evening of drinking?

― Jibe, Sunday, 1 April 2007 15:57 (eighteen years ago)

That's mad fucked up Jibe, sorry man.

Dark humor's a nice touch though.

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Sunday, 1 April 2007 15:59 (eighteen years ago)

My worst hangover was my first drinking experience at 12. I was alone in my grandparents' basement and burned through 8 cans of beer in an hour cause I was bored. I drank a little slower for the rest of the night, but the 12 pack was empty by the time I went to bed (feeling completely normal, natch) at 4 am.

Having never experienced or heard of a hangover in my life, I thought I was dying the next day. Screaming headache, vomiting periodically throughout the day. This was, of course, the day my grandparents decided I needed to see some dam a 45 minute car ride away. Enter vertigo, loud rushing water.

I found out later that g-pa knew I'd been drinking his beer, but rather than punish me or rag on me he let the hangover do its work. I didn't drink another beer for 8 years!

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Sunday, 1 April 2007 16:05 (eighteen years ago)

haha your granddad's great! that must have been terrible to go through at 12 though.

Also, do most of you tend to forget everything about the previous night when you wake up after an evening of drinking?

It varies. Sometimes I can remember every stupid thing I said or did while drunk, sometimes it's just a few little details, other times it's a complete blank right down to forgetting which bar I was at.

― Roz, Sunday, 1 April 2007 16:09 (eighteen years ago)

trayce, i dont have a gallbladder and I always puke up tons of bile when I am hungover (it isn't nice tasting either... ughrhg).

anyway i have had three horrible hangovers. maybe four.

#1 involved drinking an entire box of cheap red wine. next day I think I puked every 10 minutes until midnight the next night. i watched episodes of twin peaks in a cold sweat between puking sessions.

#2 involved drinking some liquory lemonade concoction and champagne cocktails at gig, getting completely wasted, and i vomited out my sister's car window (and it froze overnight that way... guh). anyway yeah, i was in terrible shape the next day, throwing up loads, cold sweats.

#3 was last year when i went to vegas for work, i stayed out until like 5 a.m. drinking fruity daquiris and things (I am guessing I had like 15 drinks). i had to get up at 8 to catch a flight, i think my other co-worker who i was flying home with thought i was going to die, because i kept having to run to the toilet on the plane and barf, and i kept drinking mineral water and moaning in agony.

― homosexual II, Sunday, 1 April 2007 16:14 (eighteen years ago)

Roz OTM. There seems little rhyme or reason to which state I end up in - it doesn't seem that directly related to what I'm drinking or how much of it.

― ailsa, Sunday, 1 April 2007 16:16 (eighteen years ago)

i watched episodes of twin peaks in a cold sweat between puking sessions

that sounds utterly surreal.

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Sunday, 1 April 2007 16:20 (eighteen years ago)

1. Valentine's Day party in Jersey City, drank a whole bottle of port and then tried to slow-dance with a very tall person -- craning my head up to look at him immediately gave me the spins. I excused myself and threw up in the bathroom sink, tried drunkenly to clean it out so as not to embarrass myself too badly, then lurched home without saying any goodbyes. Walked one block home, passed out on bed, periodically turning my head to vomit into the bed-side trash can which thank god was made of solid plastic and not a basket. Had to bleach it out a day or two later when I could stand to think about anything alcohol- or vomit-related. Did not leave bed that whole day.

2. The day after the first time I met Lauren P and ddb; I'd been drinking from 5pm on a Friday until 3am Saturday with some recreational substances in between. Next day I huddled and shivered on the sofa and watched roommate play Ecco the Dolphin: Defender of the Future for like seven hours and sent Lauren texts in between staggering to toilet to vom. Watching the video game and being diverted by the puzzles was the only possible thing to take my mind off the crippling nausea. Think this is actually my worst hangover ever -- they're getting worse as I get older. Today I am feeling not-so-hot but at least can eat food and function normally.

― Laurel, Sunday, 1 April 2007 17:25 (eighteen years ago)

haha! that was a pretty bad hangover for me, too. horrible, horrible nausea.

one of my all-time worst was when i came back for a visit during cmj 2005. my friend and i went out at 3pm to start seeing people/bands, and i tried to take it easy since i knew we'd be out very late. however, around 4.30pm my friend flooded the toilet at the parkside lounge and rather than getting angry the extremely mellow bartender/de facto janitor cleaned up without complaint and then insisted we do a few rounds of shots to commemorate the event. things went to hell from there. i basically drank everything, including sofia coppola champagne in a can. i ended up at a pal's bar at 7am, lost track the friend i was staying with, and went to another friend's house and drank beer for a while before passing out around 9am. after i woke up around noon, i didn't stop vomiting until nightfall. one of the few times that i thought i might actually have to go and get an i.v. or something.

― lauren, Sunday, 1 April 2007 18:39 (eighteen years ago)

Didn't you actually have to catch a flight that day?? I seem to remember you having to get on a plane right around the same time I started keeping the water down, so I was really feeling for you.

― Laurel, Sunday, 1 April 2007 18:46 (eighteen years ago)

All I can remember is that we carried our drinks onto the sidewalk outside that LES bar to smoke and a) no one stopped us, b) we didn't think it was odd. Also: K spitting THE DRINK HE BOUGHT HER into ddb's face. Classic.

― Laurel, Sunday, 1 April 2007 18:49 (eighteen years ago)

HA! i forgot about that. no idea why my memory would be hazy...

argh - yeah, i had to get a flight back to the uk that night. harsh.

― lauren, Sunday, 1 April 2007 19:54 (eighteen years ago)

Careful with eating vitamins on an empty stomach! The vitamins I take have to go down with food otherwise I get a serious case of the puking.

Also, throwing up plain water is so easy, it's almost a pleasure. And this is coming from a guy who is scared shitless of vomiting.

― Jesse, Sunday, 1 April 2007 20:16 (eighteen years ago)

ha, yeah, I would probably be much more of a drinker if I had an easier time with the barfing.

― Rock Hardy, Sunday, 1 April 2007 20:20 (eighteen years ago)

I'll tell ya, there was this one time that I woke up with an awful hangover. I promptly did what you're not supposed to do: I chased two Bayers with twenty ounces of ice cold ice water. AND THEN, I went and took a hot, hot shower.

Well. It didn't take long until I felt my gag reflex start kicking in. I dropped to my hands and knees over the drain and started vomiting. I could feel that ice cold ice water shooting out from my stomach, behind my chest, and out of my throat into the tub. All the while, hot water kept falling on me from the showerhead above.

Once I got out of the bathroom, I really and truly felt like a million bucks.

― Pleasant Plains, Sunday, 1 April 2007 20:27 (eighteen years ago)

Mine was a few weeks ago, it caught me by surprise because it wasn't the drunkest I've ever been but it was the only time I've thrown up due to a hangover. It was a Sunday and I had a lot of homework, so I skipped church, tried to eat lunch but threw it up, and kept throwing up until evening (at one point running from a computer lab to the bathroom in the math building). Did not get that much homework done.

I do not consider that a particularly bad memory, though. Worse are the two instances when I've done really embarrassing things in front of friends while drunk. Humiliation is so much worse than sickness....

― Maria, Monday, 2 April 2007 02:02 (eighteen years ago)

Probably my worst hangover ever was from drinking a ton of everything, and using it to wash down a couple of Percocets, then smoking a joint. When I woke up I couldn't lie down because the throbbing in my head was worse that way, but I was so tired that walking was nearly impossible. So I tried to sleep standing, leaning against a cool bay window. Awful.

― Jesse, Monday, 2 April 2007 03:09 (eighteen years ago)

I have a horrid migrainey hangover right now. Stupid angsty horrible life causing me to get drunk on a sunday. Blrgh.

― Trayce, Monday, 2 April 2007 03:11 (eighteen years ago)

Trayce, there's a drink they're selling at the moment at most servos which is kinda like Gatorade, but it's under the Mushashi brand - y'know, the folks who make the protein powders. I've been downing them the last couple of nights (big week) and they do wonders for those headaches you get where you feel you have multiple blood vessels in your brain on fire.

― Mikey Bidness, Monday, 2 April 2007 03:26 (eighteen years ago)

aw, i hope you feel better, trayce.

― Maria, Monday, 2 April 2007 03:34 (eighteen years ago)

Huh, I'll have to try that one mike.

― Trayce, Monday, 2 April 2007 04:01 (eighteen years ago)

Has anyone else tried using Chasers? It's really weird. I was popping them last Summer at a bachelor party that was held out in the country. I drank beer, vodka, gin, some sort of homemade passion drink that came straight out of an ice cooler, and God knows what else.

The next morning, I got up and had no headache. Actually, let me rephrase that. I couldn't feel any headache. My veins were throbbing, my mouth was all cottony, and my body was a little warm overall. But I didn't ache, I wasn't in any pain. I couldn't feel my headache though it was probably there.

― Pleasant Plains, Monday, 2 April 2007 04:21 (eighteen years ago)

the worst hangover i've had is not the worst due to my physical situation, but the timing... in may 2004, the day before we moved house, a friend who lived in the same building held a 'couchwarming' party (new couch! very exciting!) two stories upstairs. i dithered and dithered about going, but decided to head up in the end - hey, it's just upstairs! if i get drunk it's ok! well, i proceed to have significant amounts of jack daniels as well as some horrible cheap 8% beer. of course, i am puking at home all night, which is really great because my girlfriend's mother, who is staying over to help with the move, is asleep on the couch. the next day i am completely useless at walking steadily, let alone carrying furniture. the friends upstairs(a real superstar!) takes my place, and i spend the day slowly cleaning the old apartment, while everyone else does the actual work of moving. we are still living together 3 years later, so i clearly acquitted myself well in the aftermath.

my physically worst hangover was last october, after the aforementioned friend's birthday. about 20 of us had the top half of a sushi restaurant booked through the night, and proceeded to drink all of their kegs dry, then all of their bottled beer, then a fair number of sake bottles before they closed down at 2am. 6 of us then retired to the friend's house for more beer, most of which we drank on a nearly playground until 4am. i spent the next day between the bed and the bathroom.

the water + ibuprofen almost always works for me these days. it is horrible when i am too drunk to keep the ibuprofen down, though - vomiting that stuff out is second only to raw bile as taste goes.

― derrrick, Monday, 2 April 2007 07:27 (eighteen years ago)

I think I started a thread about it. It was a couple of years ago. I hadn't had that much, but, while sitting outside the bar after having a few Cointreaus, I just suddenly felt nauseous and threw up! Eh, I hate it when that happens. So *unfeminine*. Some guys asked my cousin if they should drive us home but I was so paranoid that they'd abduct us and rape the shit out of us that I yelled "No No NOOO I am going home on foot!" So my poor cousin had to drag me home. In the middle of the trek I decided it would be a great idea to sleep in the middle of the street. While my cousin was trying to get me back up, our ex-salesperson approached us, not knowing it was me, saying in ENGLISH:"Can I help you?" He suddenly recognized me and I him. I introduced my cousin to him and vice versa. Back home apparently my cousin took my clothes off and, because they stunk up a storm, put them outside my room. I stayed in bed for 24 hours. I do remember my father coming at 10 AM, becauseI was late for work, asking when I would be coming to the shop. "Oh half an hour." hahaha Yeah right. My liver needed some rest.

I rarely vomit so I didn't throw up so much, but oh god I am so happy I don't drink like that anymore. (Hard liquor and dance and stay in a sweaty bar.) I don't think I could cope anymore now that I have a baby. :-) I ain't no Brit Brit.

― nathalie, Monday, 2 April 2007 08:19 (eighteen years ago)

ANother time I had the brilliant idea to drink lots of Guiness. Eat fish 'n' chips... and also have a Dame Blanche at Haagen Daz. hahaha Oh god, that was also quite a vomit fest.

― nathalie, Monday, 2 April 2007 08:20 (eighteen years ago)

Humiliation is so much worse than sickness....

My bad hangovers are generally an intense combination of the two, double the fun!

― chap, Monday, 2 April 2007 09:39 (eighteen years ago)

The day after the first time I met Lauren P

Sounds so so familiar...

Mine would have been the day after a collegue's leaving do in 2001. Too many drink bought for me in too many varieties. Stayed at a friend's house. Lay on their landing near the bathroom until about 3.00pm. Got into work, was sick three times (as were most of the other staff, so I got away with it), vomited in Marks and Spencers, got to Charring Cross, raced into the toilets and projectile vomited across the back wall of a cubicle. I told the attendant I was pregnant.

― Anna, Monday, 2 April 2007 11:09 (eighteen years ago)

The worst hangover I ever had was in 1992. 15 years ago and I can still remember it, that's how bad it was. We'd stayed the night at my sister's in London, her boyfriend's father ran a really rough pub in Islington. I drank free Coors for about 5 hours on an empty stomach. Woke up the next morning with the worst headache I've ever ever had, I mean pain like I've never experienced before or since. My sister was playing The Drowners by Suede really really loud (I think it had just come out). It took me about an hour to sit up because I literally could not lift my head. And then had a 4 hour drive back to Cardiff to look forward to!

― nate woolls, Monday, 2 April 2007 11:55 (eighteen years ago)

I told the attendant I was pregnant.

hahahah Anna, that cracks me up.

― nathalie, Monday, 2 April 2007 12:06 (eighteen years ago)

The best bad hangovers usually involve discovered injuries.

During a particularly bad hangover about a year and a half ago I was so busy tending to my headache & puking into my garbage bin that I'd forgotten about my ankle that I'd rolled over the night before. At about 4 in the afternoon I finally inspected the throbbing feeling i had in my lower leg. it wasn't until I saw the gigantic purple volleyball my ankle had morphed into that I remembered rolling it over the night before and making a note to myself to put ice on it before when I got home. I forgot.

― The Cursed Return of the Dastardly Thermo Thinwall, Monday, 2 April 2007 17:01 (eighteen years ago)

#1 is still probably the day after Trig Brother 2003 where my headache was so bad i couldn't get out of bed until 6pm. but no vomiting. had some very bad ones during university days which involved more nausea, spewing etc.

― blueski, Monday, 2 April 2007 17:06 (eighteen years ago)

The best bad hangovers usually involve discovered injuries.

... and missing things. the one involving fish 'n' chips and ice cream contain or rather has a missing t-shirt. i think the hotel cleaning lady figured it wasn't worthy washing anymore?

― stevienixed, Monday, 2 April 2007 17:27 (eighteen years ago)

I told the attendant I was pregnant.

Ha, oh God, I've done this too and I'd completely forgotten about it until now.

I often wake up with unexplained bruises, and once with a probably-broken nose where I have vague memories from hugely miscalculating the space between me and the bedroom wall - I sort of leapt into my bed except overshot the side by a bit and, bang, ow, instant PAIN. Probably, except that I didn't actually notice until the hangover had eased about about 36 hours later. Students, eh?

― ailsa, Monday, 2 April 2007 17:43 (eighteen years ago)

Always: Waking up and getting home the next day wearing a preposterous "going out' outfit.
I went to my friends annual "Ladies Night" xmas party last year and ended up staying over - but then had to walk home, through town, in my clunky boots and antique leopard fur coat.
it was, y'know, Sunday morning, a week before Christmas, in a smallish town!
I didn't ask for a ride as i had to scoot out before their four children came home - they are always sent away for the party! And the hosts were snoring peacefully, and the fresh air did me good.
But I looked ridiculous, I'm sure. And i WAS hungover - possibly still drunk.
I didn't really get hangovers until I got into my 30's. Now, they suck.

― aimurchie, Monday, 2 April 2007 17:47 (eighteen years ago)

After New Year's this year, I went to about around 6 am and woke up early. My girlfriend at the time was over and awake so I couldn't sleep through it, and I knew I had to drive her to work in a few hours. Still drunk. Put Batman: The Movie (ie Adam West) on and sprawled on the couch. I felt so sick I couldn't form sentences, I was just dying to either fall asleep or puke. Finally did the latter around 12:30, everything was okay after that.

― Jordan, Monday, 2 April 2007 17:53 (eighteen years ago)

i haven't tried chasers, but i've tried cheerz. it worked pretty well, but it's very expensive considering that you have to take loads. what it really made apparent was how much sleep deprivation figures into a bad hangover, as there's no pill yet to relieve the painful symptoms of exhaustion.

― lauren, Monday, 2 April 2007 18:40 (eighteen years ago)

the day i vomited a luminuous pulsating neon lime green blob that seemed to shimmy in the carrier bag it went into

― 600, Monday, 2 April 2007 19:15 (eighteen years ago)

I haven't had a hangover in two years. I have no fucking idea why. It makes me worry I am le alcoholique even tho I don't go bongos on the boozles too frequently.

BUT when I do, no hangover, wtf? Even wine, which makes me feel not so good as it could. The first time I drank it was a whole bottle of red wine bcz I didn't really know how drinking worked. The Monty Python I was watching was just incomprehensible due to the double vision. The came the epic Christiane F. red wine vom explosion!

But SINCE at someone's xmas work party in '05 they ordered way to much red wine and I beer bonged a whole bottle, no consequences the next day. I don't know how much pride I take in it, but I can certainly win the drink under the table competition. In fact I only drink under tables in case of the nuclear armageddon. Duck & cover!

(Note: that is a weak joke and not actually true, the very last little bit.)

Coca-cola helps me so much w/the hangover and excedrin or equiv w/the caffiends. I would also eat a huge omelette. Made me feel all comfy-cozy.

Mushroom hangovers kind of ruin the whole next one-two days & are totally unavoidable.

― Abbott, Monday, 2 April 2007 20:52 (eighteen years ago)

I eat a piece of soft bread before sleep after drink. I have this probably inaccurate theory that it 'soaks' all the alcy up and diverts it away from your hangover system. Maybe it's just psychological but it makes me feel better. That and one 8-oz glass of water per drink.

At my old work we had an impulse buy hangover-cure pills. I was vexed by the seeming quackery until I checked the label, which instructed you to drink 4 glasses of water w/the pills. Harrumph, it's just the blessed water I'm sure.

― Abbott, Monday, 2 April 2007 20:58 (eighteen years ago)

I've never been hungover from zoomers! I didn't know that even happened!

xpost!!!

― The Cursed Return of the Dastardly Thermo Thinwall, Monday, 2 April 2007 20:59 (eighteen years ago)

one year passes...

2001: I was studying in Dublin at the time, & one of my flatmates had brought home some (bona fide) absinthe from the Czech republic. After an already-rousing night at the pubs, we returned home & decided to challenge each other with absinthe shots (I was not aware of its potency, but probably couldn't have been swayed from my course regardless). Embarking on this process is about the last thing I remember, though I somehow made it to bed, albeit without purging or hydrating.

Suffice it to say, I was horribly worse for the wear the following day, and could not stay in and nurse my pain b/c I had to make an 11am ferry to Wales. Coaxing myself out to the coast, onto the Dart & down to Dun Laoghaire was bad enough, but it was stormy that day & the sea was particularly turbulent, making for a long ferry-ride of torturous jostling & total equilibrium fuckwithery. I couldn't even lay down or close my eyes. There was no respite. Aargh. Pure, grating misery.

― 2 ears + 1 ❤ (Pillbox), Wednesday, 1 April 2009 20:40 (sixteen years ago)

Man that sounds awful but yeah that you revived this thread because of my other one!

― ENBB, Wednesday, 1 April 2009 20:42 (sixteen years ago)

― Jordan, Monday, April 2, 2007 12:53 PM (1 year ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

^^^little did he know the worst was yet to come

― Ømår Littel (Jordan), Wednesday, 1 April 2009 20:46 (sixteen years ago)

Worst alcohol hangover I remember was a 2-day hangover I got after downing a bottle of tequila. I was barfing the next day at 6PM and felt pretty shitty the day after that.

― ｌｏｓｂｒａｎｇｅｌｅｓ (libcrypt), Wednesday, 1 April 2009 20:50 (sixteen years ago)

I was "splitting" the bottle with my GF. I thought she was drinking as much as I was, but considering how un-ill she was the next day, I began to doubt that.

― ｌｏｓｂｒａｎｇｅｌｅｓ (libcrypt), Wednesday, 1 April 2009 20:51 (sixteen years ago)

Hangover from mushrooms.

― i'm shy (Abbott), Wednesday, 1 April 2009 20:52 (sixteen years ago)

Non-alcohol hangovers can be far, far worse. Never really had a problem with LSD hangover, tho, other than massive tired.

― ｌｏｓｂｒａｎｇｅｌｅｓ (libcrypt), Wednesday, 1 April 2009 23:04 (sixteen years ago)

Last acid hangover I had I felt like bits of my brain were missing. I couldnt form a coherent sentence for about 12 hours of the next day, as I couldnt think straight. Dunno why it does that to me.

― one art, please (Trayce), Thursday, 2 April 2009 08:01 (sixteen years ago)

You must be logged in to post. Please either login here, or if you are not registered, you may register here.