Alcohol + stairs = a&e
I have a habit of taking the "free booze" element of the work's xmas party too far and making a fool out of myself every year, without fail. This past year (2008), I swore would be different. And it was. Just not as I intended.
The last thing I remember properly at the party was drinking red wine straight from the bottle. I was later informed that I drank 6 bottles of wine, 4 of which where in this manner. All with Guinness chasers. Needless to say, when I got home (a journey I have no recollection of) I was just a tiny bit sick. However, as in keeping with the other countless times I have gotten hammered, a quick throwing up session makes the world of difference and so to bed I went, mindful of the fact I had to be in work the following day (I live within walking distance so no fear of drink driving). It was as I climbed the stairs that things went pear shaped. I clearly remember seeing my feet in front of my face and then nothing. Nothing until I awoke in a&e. Rather spectacularly, I had slipped whilst going upstairs. Slipped on the very top step. And then fallen, backwards and head first, down the stairs. My fall was luckily broken by my head as it connected with the wall at the bottom of the stairs with sufficient force to put a whole in the wall. Cue a panicked girlfriend calling an ambulance, and them arriving and not being able to elicit a response from my prone form. Not through being knocked out, just pissed and fallen asleep.
Spent the night in hospital being x-rayed and having tests done to see if there was any permanent damage, none of which I remember as I slept through the whole thing. And despite a very impressive hole in the wall there is not a mark on my body.

I'm thinking of buying a cape and fighting crime. Clearly I am bulletproof.
(animal252 last activated his kitten hammer on, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 20:57, Reply)