What was I thinking?!?!

[Mr.Grandorifto]

I left my house sometime around midnight last night, without a coat, in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. And a full tank of alcohol. Don't do that. I get to the ex-girlfriend's house and try to plead and say sorry. She doesn't help me, she just leaves me out in the snow. At 1:00am she calls my friends and hers to try and get me home, but not in time. I'm found on the side of Welland Ave by a stranger who calls me an ambulance. Nice stranger. I want to say thank you to some really true friends as well. Yoko, Chris and Mike, for finding me, even as I was getting loaded into the ambulance. (Chris says I was shivering so bad that I didn't even recognize him.) I'm pretty sure I had hypothermia, because when I got to the hospital they put 4 of those big warm blankets on me. I had 3 hours in the hospital on a back board. Don't do that either. On the backboard, gotta go pee, and I'm laying in a hallway strapped in tighter than a chastity belt. I ask Brock the paramedic to give me something to pee in. I get a plastic bag in a box. First attempt results in half in the bag, half on me. My fingers, my shorts, everything is just wet. Second attempt, aced it. I had about 10% roll so I could fit my entire pecker in the bag. I got treated by a cute nurse named Jennifer, alcohol starts wearing off. Reality kicks in and I realize that I am stupid. I get even more depressed, knowing what I'd done. By this time, I get my bed. It's 3:00am and by this time I'd been up since 4:30pm Monday. You do the math. I get an IV, for fluids, and the cute nurse poked me three times looking for my veins, and they're not that hard to find. She said 2 went blue. Finally she sticks me in the right one and I begin to flirt with the cute nurse. but, in reality knowing she knows why I'm in there, I have no chance. I think it's 4am when I finally get some sleep. Around 5:30am the person across from me goes code blue, and passes way... No more sleep. 7:00am CAT scan. nothing's wrong. 10:00am released with a free taxi ride. Moral of the story: Don't get drunk, go for a walk in shorts and t-shirt in the winter to see someone who doesn't want to see you.

 

[GT5-KY-PD-SONY]

you are an idiot. no wonder your girlfriend left you.

 

[Legendary]

Now now, that is no way to speak to a fellow GTP, I just noted never to go out drunk, thanks 👍.

 

[Rykon Zero]

Again, I'll say I'm lucky in this perspective. I've got a condition where I cannot drink alcohol. My liver cannot process it. Therefore, I cannot drink, or I risk a heart attack.

 

[LSX]

Well... Girls and alcohol will make a guy do stupid things. In more than just the situation your talking about. Bad times call for other way's of venting frustrations sometimes. I've done more stupid things wasted than I could ever do if I tried sober

Just let it be a lesson learned, and take 'er easy. Freezing to death might not hurt, but I bet it sucks none the less.

 

[Public'sTwin]

Hahahah you went outside in a St. Kit's winter in your SHORTS?

...and your Paramedic's name was Brock? In St. Catherine's? Hahaha, you were trashed.

Just let it be a lesson learned, and take 'er easy. Freezing to death might not hurt, but I bet it sucks none the less.

A woman died 2 weeks ago here from hypothermia while waiting at a busstop.

 

[zed300]

To answer the thread title....... I think the little head was thinking for the big head......BIGTIME.

 

[Legendary]

Maybe the answer is that he wasnt thinking at all? Too much out of his mind to be doing so.

 

[Mr.Grandorifto]

Hahahah you went outside in a St. Kit's winter in your SHORTS?

...and your Paramedic's name was Brock? In St. Catherine's? Hahaha, you were trashed.



A woman died 2 weeks ago here from hypothermia while waiting at a busstop.

Yes U know this place? we a have Univ, the names is Brock Univerity

 

[Sureboss]

Again, I'll say I'm lucky in this perspective. I've got a condition where I cannot drink alcohol. My liver cannot process it. Therefore, I cannot drink, or I risk a heart attack.

PKU? That's pretty rare.

 

[Famine]

PKU? That's pretty rare.

There's also "being Asian" (or "alcohol dehydrogenase deficiency", helpfully abbreviated to ADHD).

 

[Touring Mars]

Maybe the answer is that he wasnt thinking at all? Too much out of his mind to be doing so.

I suspect that might be close to the truth.

In all seriousness, what this incident says to me is that you (Mark) need to have a good think about how and when you choose to deal with emotionally challenging situations such as talking to your ex. I'm not saying you aren't or are incapable of doing so, and it does appear that you atleast acknowledge one important point, which is that dealing with such situations when hammered or by getting hammered is a very bad idea indeed. Luckily, you were able to make this post today at all, and learn from your mistakes - but it could have been a very different story. For me, it is not enough to say "Phew, what was I thinking?!" - you need to ask yourself why you were prepared to put yourself in such a dangerous situation at all.

As such, I think that you need to speak to someone about this, someone who knows what they are talking about, for example a counselor or a doctor - because if we're being really honest here, this type of behaviour is borderline suicidal. And although your friends here at GTP and your friends and family in the real world will no doubt be willing to help and to talk with you about your issues, you would also be well advised to seek proper help over and above what your friends might be able to provide. And although it sounds like you have some tremendous friends, you can't expect them to come running every time you do something like this...

 

[SRV2LOW4ME]

First off, I dated a girl from St. Kitts...They're nuts to begin with and never know what they want, I'd suggest finding a nice girl in Welland or Hamilton (they'll do anything!)

Second, I've learned its best to stay sober for atleast a couple of months after a break up, no matter who did the deed. You need time for your head to work everything out and get over it, and alchohol/drugs only make things worse.

Third, hit me up some time! We can go to the Sundowner and empty our wallets on some real slu...women!

 

[TB]

Maybe it's because I'm married to an ER nurse and have heard plenty of stories, but I always find it amusing how waking up in a pile of your own various bodily wastes can make you start thinking about changing things.

And not just your clothes.

And although it sounds like you have some tremendous friends, you can't expect them to come running every time you do something like this...

Agreed. And if it happens repeatedly, I suspect that they won't come running for long. Hopefully it doesn't make it that far, though.

Good luck with everything. 👍

 

[Mr.Grandorifto]

I suspect that might be close to the truth.

In all seriousness, what this incident says to me is that you (Mark) need to have a good think about how and when you choose to deal with emotionally challenging situations such as talking to your ex. I'm not saying you aren't or are incapable of doing so, and it does appear that you atleast acknowledge one important point, which is that dealing with such situations when hammered or by getting hammered is a very bad idea indeed. Luckily, you were able to make this post today at all, and learn from your mistakes - but it could have been a very different story. For me, it is not enough to say "Phew, what was I thinking?!" - you need to ask yourself why you were prepared to put yourself in such a dangerous situation at all.

As such, I think that you need to speak to someone about this, someone who knows what they are talking about, for example a counselor or a doctor - because if we're being really honest here, this type of behaviour is borderline suicidal. And although your friends here at GTP and your friends and family in the real world will no doubt be willing to help and to talk with you about your issues, you would also be well advised to seek proper help over and above what your friends might be able to provide. And although it sounds like you have some tremendous friends, you can't expect them to come running every time you do something like this...

Well, I appreciate your reply. Trust me after that alcohol wore off I had a lot of time to re-evaluate and reassess my life. Good thing for the fuilds they gave me or I would have had one hell of a hang over. My attending doctor sat down and asked me about my mental state. Such as suicidal thoughts, so I paused and replied. Look him in the eye and said "I don't think I've reached that point, yet." The doctor laughed a bit knowing it was a joke. Honestly I had been having some tough times, but that night was all about good friends and good food. Another thing I left out of my story was that I left with a bottle of Jack Daniels in my hands.

Anyway things are now looking up. I'm going back to my long standing job. Which means I can get off of EI.

 

[Mr.Grandorifto]

First off, I dated a girl from St. Kitts...They're nuts to begin with and never know what they want, I'd suggest finding a nice girl in Welland or Hamilton (they'll do anything!)

Second, I've learned its best to stay sober for atleast a couple of months after a break up, no matter who did the deed. You need time for your head to work everything out and get over it, and alchohol/drugs only make things worse.

Third, hit me up some time! We can go to the Sundowner and empty our wallets on some real slu...women!

So where are you from? Yeah I guess that would be an idea. The crap thing is I don't have a car, due to the great Canadian economy. I don't know if your a big car guy, like really into them. I was planning a trip up to the toronto Auto Show this year, and I've been trying to get some GTP members to go. I'll PM my details to you if you want to get hold of me.

 

[Public'sTwin]

Yes U know this place? we a have Univ, the names is Brock Univerity

Yes, I've been to St. Kit's and Brock U; my cousin studied film there.

In any event, don't trust anybody who invites you to go to Hamilton with them.

(No offense to Hamiltonians.)

I was planning a trip up to the toronto Auto Show this year, and I've been trying to get some GTP members to go.

eMad and I will be there, though it's likely to be on the Media Preview Day. We may show up during general admissions as well, though.

 

[RyanWreck]

Something pretty similar happened to me during my Prom weekend back in 2000. Apparently I passed out on some ladies lawn, drunk as hell and then I pissed myself and ended up getting hypothermia from it. Yes; I got hypothermia from laying, passed out drunk, in my own piss. It wasn't even a cold night. I wonder what the old lady thought when she woke up in the mourning?