Why would a person ever drink so much that it would make him throw up and especially do this more than once?!
lol it happened to me once and i have never drunk more than 3 drinks in sitting since! i learned my lesson!. why dont other people!?Www@FoodAQ@Com
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oh i know, i'm like you! as a matter of fact, i met a guy who got sick on a drink and has never touched it again!. myself i figured out early too that imprecision in how much you've drunk is something you'll be sorry for!Www@FoodAQ@Com
haha idk exactly!.!.!.
apparently it's because the more you drink, and the more buzzed/ drunk you get, the more you think you can drink!.
take me last weekend!. i was drinking and thought i was good kept going!.!. ended up getting sick everywhere, not the first time either!. the more drunk i get the more i think i can keep drinking and i'm fine!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
apparently it's because the more you drink, and the more buzzed/ drunk you get, the more you think you can drink!.
take me last weekend!. i was drinking and thought i was good kept going!.!. ended up getting sick everywhere, not the first time either!. the more drunk i get the more i think i can keep drinking and i'm fine!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
An absoblute 'want' for alcohol!.!.ie!.!.Alcoholism!.!.perhaps a gene trait!.!.dypsomania!. I got drunk on a bottle of what they call!.!."Brandivino"!.!.79 cents a bottle!.!.I drained the sucker and consequently was very,very sick!.!.not a good way to go to a 16th year old birthday party!.!.never touched it again!. I hit the drink when about 25 and gave it a proper thrashing till I levelled out!. I now drink low alcohol beer!.!.and drink red wine for special dinners!.I am also like the postee Browen!.!.I have to use strong painkillers!.!.and if I feel like it!.!.could drink all night!.!.low alcohol beer,or as we call it in Australia,unleaded,getting drunk seems a waste of time for me now and staying up for the whole weekend is history!. Inevitably,I think people will do what they want to do!.!.whatever the case!.!.Remember,your body can only take so much!.!.no matter how bullet-proof you feel you are!.!.in the end,everyone falls!.!.!.my hero/idol Jimi Hendrix died choking on his own vomit!.!.this very nearly happened to me one night!.!.but,just in time,I 'drove' the porcelain bus!.!.Has never happened since!. It is a legal,taxed poison to some and a lot of fun used!.!.for fun!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
Because sometimes you lose track of how many drinks you've had, say if you keep filling up your glass and dont count how many your up to!. some people are inexperienced and dont know when to stop!. and some people actually like the whole getting wasted till you cant remember anything experience, or think it makes them look "cool"!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
Some people just don't know their limits!. Sometimes there's a fine line between the perfect amount of drunk, and throwing up!. Depends on the night!.
also, if you're already pretty well-buzzed, it's pretty easy to think you can have several more and still be fine!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
also, if you're already pretty well-buzzed, it's pretty easy to think you can have several more and still be fine!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
None, lol!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
They are slow learners!.
Either that or their asshole friend keep handing them drinks!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
Either that or their asshole friend keep handing them drinks!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
The phrase "Small things amuse small minds" has ring to it!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
You know, I take a lot of heavy duty medication, including legally prescribed synthetic morphine for migraines, so I can drink all day now and not even get buzzed, let alone drunk!. It wasn't always so!.
When I was in high school, I went to Cairo every summer to visit my Dad (my parents are divorced and because he lived overseas, I had to go to him to see him)!. The summer when I was 16, I decided to take advantage of his large liquor cabinet one night after Dad and his wife had gone to bed!. I got a huge glass out of the kitchen and made myself the nastiest cocktail ever!. What I did was take a little bit out of every single bottle in the cabinet!. I figured that way he wouldn't notice that I had been in his booze!. (It was pretty stupid--he let me drink when I wanted to as long as I did it in the house!.) Anyway, I sat down with my illicit drink and some stolen cigarettes and sat out on the screened in porch and had myself a little party!. I had a great time that night!. After I got drunk, I wanted something to get the taste of bourbon out of my mouth, because it had settled on the top of my drink!. I went and got into my stash of American candy, and ate almost all of a one-pound bag of Starbursts!. Then, because he had a stereo with a remote, I started dancing around the living room, flipping back and forth to favorite songs!. I finally stopped when I realized I was going to break my neck--what I was doing was trying to go all the way around their L-shaped living room without touching the floor!. I was jumping from sofas to these little spindly leg side tables which weren't exactly designed as landing pads for a drunken teenager!. Finally, I got tired of the sport and went to bed!.
When I woke up the next morning, I was so sick I thought I was dying!. I had to crawl on my knees to the bathroom and I remember propping my chin on the edge of the toilet and thinking that the porcelain was the most wonderful, cool thing in the world as I puked my guts out repeatedly!. I was so sick that Dad called a doctor to make a house call!. Dad didn't know why I was sick, but the doc sure did!. He took one look at me, winked at me, and turned around and said he thought I had a case of food poisoning!. He recommended gentle foods, lots of fluids, and several days in bed!. (Bless the man, he never told my dad it was a nasty hangover!.) I learned my lesson during the next two days when I still couldn't stand up and had to crawl to the bathroom to throw up every hour or so!. To this day, I get woozy if I smell bourbon--that really stuck with me!.
I did my most serious drinking between the ages of about 18 and 22!. I probably drank more in those four years than I have in the 18 years since!. But I never, ever got sick again!. I drank to the point of nearly passing out many times during those years, but I never again threw up, thank God!. I just got plowed and made an a** of myself and had a lot of fun!. Always, in the back of my mind, was the one time I drank until I threw up, but it never happened again!. I think the main thing is I learned to pace myself, and I learned to stick to one thing, and not drink some of everything on offer!.
I cannot tell you why people drink like that!. I have friends who have teens who binge drink now, and they get so sick they sometimes end up in the ER because they are dehydrated from throwing up!. I had one friend confide to me that they've had to lie to their insurance company because their daughter binge drinks so often she ends up in the ER on a regular basis, and if the insurance company knew the reason, they would drop the coverage on her, as she's only 17!. My friend has tried everything to stop her, but nothing has worked!. The thing that amazes me is that her daughter drinks, pukes, ends up in the ER, and then turns around and does it again two weekends later!. My friend is at her wits' end!. She doesn't drink herself, so she has asked me repeatedly what the charm is of drinking like that, and I honestly don't know what to tell her!. Sure, it's fun to get buzzed, but her daughter gets so sick she cannot possibly be having much fun!.
I once had the "pleasure" of sitting with a friend in a hotel room during a wedding where he had too much to drink!. We finally had to call the EMTs, because we were afraid he was dying from alcohol poisoning!. Since none of us was over 21, and since it was a wedding of an older sibling of one of our friends, no one got busted!. I just got stuck babysitting him to make sure he didn't die because everyone else was more closely related to the bride and had to be down at the reception!. It was really sad to see!. His parents actually showed up, but the EMTs said he was too sick for them to move him!. They stuck an IV in his arm and made him spend the night in the hotel!. His parents finally had to go home because he had younger siblings at home who couldn't be alone all night!. Plus, I think they were furious with him and didn't want to make a scene there at the hotel!. I know for a fact that he didn't learn his lesson that night, as I subsequently saw him drink himself into oblivion more than once!. It got so we had to put him on someone's bed, and someone (but never again me--I said I had paid my dues) had to sit with him to make sure he didn't choke on his own vomit and die!. I have thought of that many times over the years, and I still don't have a satisfactory answer about why he continued to do it!. He was a smart kid--he got a scholarship to a really good university in another state!. But when he came home to visit he drank like he was trying to kill himself, and if we hadn't taken precautions, he probably would have died at some point!.
The only thing I can think is that the allure of getting completely blotto is so strong for some people that they are willing to feel like they are dying to experience it!. They can get plenty drunk, but not so drunk that they get sick, but that's not enough for them!. They reach the point where they are no longer thinking straigt, and where they are completely plowed, and I think their thought must be something along the lines of, "Well, I have had 15 drinks, and I am really flying!. Maybe if I have another dozen drinks I really will be able to fly!." That's really all I can come up with!.
I hope like hell that you get a really good answer to this question!. I know I sure haven't provided one, but I would really like to know the answer!. The REAL answer!.Www@FoodAQ@Com
When I was in high school, I went to Cairo every summer to visit my Dad (my parents are divorced and because he lived overseas, I had to go to him to see him)!. The summer when I was 16, I decided to take advantage of his large liquor cabinet one night after Dad and his wife had gone to bed!. I got a huge glass out of the kitchen and made myself the nastiest cocktail ever!. What I did was take a little bit out of every single bottle in the cabinet!. I figured that way he wouldn't notice that I had been in his booze!. (It was pretty stupid--he let me drink when I wanted to as long as I did it in the house!.) Anyway, I sat down with my illicit drink and some stolen cigarettes and sat out on the screened in porch and had myself a little party!. I had a great time that night!. After I got drunk, I wanted something to get the taste of bourbon out of my mouth, because it had settled on the top of my drink!. I went and got into my stash of American candy, and ate almost all of a one-pound bag of Starbursts!. Then, because he had a stereo with a remote, I started dancing around the living room, flipping back and forth to favorite songs!. I finally stopped when I realized I was going to break my neck--what I was doing was trying to go all the way around their L-shaped living room without touching the floor!. I was jumping from sofas to these little spindly leg side tables which weren't exactly designed as landing pads for a drunken teenager!. Finally, I got tired of the sport and went to bed!.
When I woke up the next morning, I was so sick I thought I was dying!. I had to crawl on my knees to the bathroom and I remember propping my chin on the edge of the toilet and thinking that the porcelain was the most wonderful, cool thing in the world as I puked my guts out repeatedly!. I was so sick that Dad called a doctor to make a house call!. Dad didn't know why I was sick, but the doc sure did!. He took one look at me, winked at me, and turned around and said he thought I had a case of food poisoning!. He recommended gentle foods, lots of fluids, and several days in bed!. (Bless the man, he never told my dad it was a nasty hangover!.) I learned my lesson during the next two days when I still couldn't stand up and had to crawl to the bathroom to throw up every hour or so!. To this day, I get woozy if I smell bourbon--that really stuck with me!.
I did my most serious drinking between the ages of about 18 and 22!. I probably drank more in those four years than I have in the 18 years since!. But I never, ever got sick again!. I drank to the point of nearly passing out many times during those years, but I never again threw up, thank God!. I just got plowed and made an a** of myself and had a lot of fun!. Always, in the back of my mind, was the one time I drank until I threw up, but it never happened again!. I think the main thing is I learned to pace myself, and I learned to stick to one thing, and not drink some of everything on offer!.
I cannot tell you why people drink like that!. I have friends who have teens who binge drink now, and they get so sick they sometimes end up in the ER because they are dehydrated from throwing up!. I had one friend confide to me that they've had to lie to their insurance company because their daughter binge drinks so often she ends up in the ER on a regular basis, and if the insurance company knew the reason, they would drop the coverage on her, as she's only 17!. My friend has tried everything to stop her, but nothing has worked!. The thing that amazes me is that her daughter drinks, pukes, ends up in the ER, and then turns around and does it again two weekends later!. My friend is at her wits' end!. She doesn't drink herself, so she has asked me repeatedly what the charm is of drinking like that, and I honestly don't know what to tell her!. Sure, it's fun to get buzzed, but her daughter gets so sick she cannot possibly be having much fun!.
I once had the "pleasure" of sitting with a friend in a hotel room during a wedding where he had too much to drink!. We finally had to call the EMTs, because we were afraid he was dying from alcohol poisoning!. Since none of us was over 21, and since it was a wedding of an older sibling of one of our friends, no one got busted!. I just got stuck babysitting him to make sure he didn't die because everyone else was more closely related to the bride and had to be down at the reception!. It was really sad to see!. His parents actually showed up, but the EMTs said he was too sick for them to move him!. They stuck an IV in his arm and made him spend the night in the hotel!. His parents finally had to go home because he had younger siblings at home who couldn't be alone all night!. Plus, I think they were furious with him and didn't want to make a scene there at the hotel!. I know for a fact that he didn't learn his lesson that night, as I subsequently saw him drink himself into oblivion more than once!. It got so we had to put him on someone's bed, and someone (but never again me--I said I had paid my dues) had to sit with him to make sure he didn't choke on his own vomit and die!. I have thought of that many times over the years, and I still don't have a satisfactory answer about why he continued to do it!. He was a smart kid--he got a scholarship to a really good university in another state!. But when he came home to visit he drank like he was trying to kill himself, and if we hadn't taken precautions, he probably would have died at some point!.
The only thing I can think is that the allure of getting completely blotto is so strong for some people that they are willing to feel like they are dying to experience it!. They can get plenty drunk, but not so drunk that they get sick, but that's not enough for them!. They reach the point where they are no longer thinking straigt, and where they are completely plowed, and I think their thought must be something along the lines of, "Well, I have had 15 drinks, and I am really flying!. Maybe if I have another dozen drinks I really will be able to fly!." That's really all I can come up with!.
I hope like hell that you get a really good answer to this question!. I know I sure haven't provided one, but I would really like to know the answer!. The REAL answer!.Www@FoodAQ@Com