Ahh, the spins. You drank an insane amount of alcohol, and now it's time to crash in bed and sleep it off. "But no!" your equilibrium screeches. "You're not allowed to lie down! I'll do the only thing in my power: make you think that you're on the tilt-a-whirl every time you close your eyes!"
And thus, you descend into chunderous agony.
Now, the question becomes: how do you deal with this? You're in a nauseous state. Do you stagger off to the bathroom, vomit up whatever's left in your stomach, then plop back into bed to finally get some sleep? Or, do you fight with every fiber of your drunken being to keep your stomach's contents, even if it takes upwards of an hour for the spins to subside(or you just fall asleep, still spinning)?
Personally, I very rarely get this drunk anymore. But, from time to time, I have been known to overdo it. I acknowledge, also, that a hangover is inevitable the following day, if it's gotten this far. Therefore, I'm not worried about possibly tipping the scales by adding vomit to the mix. So, if I feel significantly nauseous, I scamper off to the bathroom and hurl. I don't even try to fight it for more than a few minutes. As I said, I'm gonna feel like shit tomorrow anyway; I might as well sleep now. Karnaj fucked around with this message on 07-19-2007 at 02:33 PM.
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Thanks, Waiszcon. 
And just to satisfy my little pseudo-scientific project that I've had going over the years. Are you left- or right-handed? Do your spins go clockwise or counter-clockwise?
Probably because I hate every spinny ride in the world.
So I can remember drinking an entire fifth of rum, but once I set that fifth down I'm out making a drunken ass of myself and not remembering anything the next morning.
The only way I can tell whether I hurled or not is by that nasty lump in my hungover throat.
Thank you, Catholic college!
Typically I braced myself and waited it out. As miserable as it was, throwing up was inevitably worse. As a consequence, I have thrown up twice in my entire life, and suffered an uncountable number of times when I was younger.
If I hold it back, I usually have digestive problems for weeks.
I end up falling asleep in the bathroom a lot, actually.
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Alidane had this to say about pies:
I used to fight it, but it's really better to just get yourself into vomiting position and stay there until you start nodding off.I end up falling asleep in the bathroom a lot, actually.
I actually had a roommate who fell asleep with his forehead sitting on the edge of the toilet.
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Monica postedI actually had a roommate who fell asleep with his forehead sitting on the edge of the toilet.
This position is surprisingly comfortable.
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Mr. Gainsborough postedWhy the fuck would you be proud of passing out in or in front of a toilet?
What gave you the idea that I was proud of it?
Seeing as how when I woke up this morning I had the spins, I threw up... AND I STILL HAVE THEM.
So, my answer is drink lots and lots of water, lie down and pass out.
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Mr. Parcelan Model 2000 was programmed to say:
I usually just vomit.If I hold it back, I usually have digestive problems for weeks.
I usually give up interest in getting drunk halfway there. I seem to have, like my resistance to any other drug, a resistance to alcohol. Plus my body mass (even when I was younger and not so much of a tubby bitch) has always acted luck a sponge for alcohol. Add those facts to the third fact, that I have esophogeal acid reflux, and alcohol burns like a bitch if it dribbles back up into my throat mixed with stomach acid, and I don't work on getting drunk much.
That having been said, being the de facto sober guy in my friend groups has always lent me the opportunity to watch how others handle it. One friend, when I was sixteen, downed a full thing of Jagermeister and then followed it with half a bottle of vodka. In like an hour. And he weighed maybe a hundred-twenty, hundred-thirty pounds.
In addition to learning that you should never carry someone that fucked up in a fireman's carry (he ralphed down the back of my shirt and it dribbled into the back of my pants...you never ever want another man's vomit in your shorts, let me tell you), I learned all about alcohol poisoning that night. The carbon biscuits, the stomach pumping, etc.
Anyway, Parcelan's pretty much right. If you have the overriding urge to hurl, chances are you NEED to hurl. You've overloaded the system. Backed up the pipes. Even if you can physically tough it out and keep it down, that load of alcohol rampaging through your system can and will fuck with you later on, in most cases.
That having been said, the spins are like any other induced sense of disorientation...in most cases if you anchor yourself to something solid, you can generally override the instinct telling you you're whirling about.
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Like you are lying in bed, and the world is slowly spinning, sometimes wobbly? I actually enjoy the sensation. But it normally happens when I am extremely tired, and by that point, anything in regards to lying down is pleasant.
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Azakias stopped staring at Deedlit long enough to write:
I dont drink, but I think I have experienced the phenomona before.Like you are lying in bed, and the world is slowly spinning, sometimes wobbly? I actually enjoy the sensation. But it normally happens when I am extremely tired, and by that point, anything in regards to lying down is pleasant.
Drunk version of this is a bit like this, except that your stomach is full of poison and bile, your vision has been stamped on with thick boots, and the world isn't as much 'slowly spinning' as it is following a roller coaster track to the 2nd level of hell. Ferret fucked around with this message on 07-22-2007 at 02:39 AM.
Ferret fucked around with this message on 07-22-2007 at 02:38 AM.
