Worst hangover you've had?

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Pretty much sort the hangovers right out!
 
9th August 2010

We were in Kavos(chavos) and were out till 6.30am then went to sleep for an hour before we had to get up for the booze cruise! Never felt so rough in all my life..
 
Mine was HH Weekender 2010. 4 days of no sleep, constant drinking and dancing. Took me a week to feel ok again.

The drive back on the 5th day was interesting :-/

KaHn
 
Loads!

I have started now not drinking, went out on Saturday had a good night and woke up with no hangover. Awesome, made me realise that I need to do that more often!
 
I have slowed down a bit now, my last worst hangover was when I went to Brighton for the OCUK meet, the first morning I had to do a very long walk of shame, was not very hungover, but at 7am with barely any sleep (hehe), it did hurt.

ags
 
My worst one followed the following:

I was 18, and most Monday mornings I'd go to my best mate's house for a few before college. We named it the Monday Morning Massacre. I think it started at just before 9, just after his mum left the house.

His mum had a very well stocked spirits bar. We drank anything we could, and I vaguely remember downing half a hip flask sized bottle of Bacardi I'd taken along, then raided the spirits bar for several things here and there, and after a while I mixed everything I could find into a big glass (this included Martini Rosso which to this day makes me retch upon sniffing). A little while after this, I realised I was properly, nay, utterly trollied. I remember us walking to the railway station wearing sheepskin coats and singing various Oasis tunes, neither of us being able to see if it was safe to cross the road, and neither being able to get on the train properly/safely. We eventually get on then off the train, and continue being generally very drunk and raucous.

After a short stagger and a further bit of singing, we arrive at college in time for our mid-morning lectures. However, I was feeling the effects and needed to go for a wee. Off my mate went to his lecture. I went into the loo and locked myself in one of the cubicles and sat on the bog. I vaguely remember the following:

Not trying to puke all over my legs and failing.
Trying to stay concious and failing.
Trying to convince people who came into the loo that I was okay and succeeding.
Trying to convince my mate that I was okay and failing after being in there for at least 3 hours.
Trying to preserve my dignity by pulling my trousers up BEFORE the door was kicked in and failing.
Being carried home by my best mate, another 'mate' and two complete strangers.

The effects of that one lasted a while, and I was off college for 3 days. :o

I was pretty shy with the beer for a while after that, and just have a few now and then these days.
 
Worst was probably at Christmas. Hadn't drunk too many times previously. Not to the extent that I did on Christmas anyway. Had about 4 cans of Fosters. Didn't really feel anything, decided having about 5 glasses of white wine might perk me up a bit.

Worst idea I have ever had. About 30 minutes after my last glass I just said I was going to the toilet, still not really feeling bad, just a bit tipsy. Then went to my room, passed out on bed. Was awoken by the mother, and the stench of sick just overwhelmed me. I had puked all over my clothes and bed haha. Nasty.

Fell asleep, woke at about 3, mouth stinging due to the sick and tasting like absolute dog ****. Proceeded to throw up from about 3AM to about 12 every 30 mins. Calmed down a bit after, wasn't sick again, just didn't really want to move or anything. Woke up the next day, still not feeling great, but infinitely better than the day before.

Nasty times. A VERY good experience to have though. Because it means I don't ever want to get that bad again, and I ALWAYS try and fight off the tiredness now and avoid passing out. That's my best advice I have for anyone, stay awake and stop drinking, then you'll be fine. :p

Drank a lot of beer for my size the other day, 9 cans, got pretty well drunk to be fair but got home about 12, then just made myself food, played Xbox, and drank loads of milk until about 3 where I was feeling fine and sober. Woke up feeling fine. Just smelling of beer, which is down to sweating the alcohol out my mate told me. Mouth always tastes like beer despite brushing teeth and mouth wash before bed though. :confused:


Wrote a fair bit there. I hope somebody takes something from it! :D
 
After going out for a drink, I stayed at friends house. Vomited ALL night and got no sleep. I seriously thought dying would be a relief. You know when you vomit SO much you can't take it any more you literally have no strength left in your body and you can't take any more vomiting and you don't know what to do. And then you vomit again and AGAIN. That is what it was like for me. Typical next morning response. 'I am never drinking again'
 
28th of may this year, champions league final in my local pub, absolutely pished after the match, fell and split my nose and blackened my big toe, also my mates told me a few days later that i was sick, didnt even remember throwing up or how i got home, very bad times
 
had a bottle of absinthe decided to mix it with red wkd, done this 8 times, with a friend, finished the absinthe we then decided to get more drink, 3 bottles of wine and a bottle of champange also remember drinking lager at some point, that was painfull.
 
ironically, throughout my teens and twenties, I was never that bad, but a month or two back, we had friends down and we had a meal then went out for a few drinks. I felt fine until we left the bar and just realised I was completely wasted. I was planking and owling all over the place.

Next morning, I woke up and, for the first time ever, thought I was going to hurl. Made even more worse when said friends came in and she started cooking sausages :(
 
Last day of school I went to the pub at lunchtime (no breakfast or lunch), sat outside in the sun drinking Carling or some rubbish. About 6 pints later (lightweight back then!) I literally couldn't walk and somebody had to phone my dad to come and collect me. People were getting chucked in the river and I still remember persistently telling people "don't throw me in I will drown!" and saying "is this definitely water not vodka?" when people were giving me stuff to sober up! I was in bed by 6pm and was then ill that evening and the whole of the next day as well. Think I was dehydrated as much as anything.

I also think that is the only time I've ever been sick on the same day as drinking, it is nearly always the morning after that I feel rough.

Funny thing is, above incident aside I never really used to get hangovers until my mid20s, I actually thought they were a bit of a myth, like uni years and early 20s I'd just wake up really early with a headache, big deal. Nowadays I tend to feel queasy a lot more often and am experimenting with bananas as a temporary cure.
 
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Too many to list really. I've slept outside the dental hopsital in Glasgow whilst the clubs are coming out. That was after getting wrecked on a bottle of black aftershock, dancing to chesney hawkes one and only which ended up breaking the heating controller of the guys flat :(

Woke up at hamilton bus station taxi rank after being sick and using a pizza box as a pillow. A paramedic was on route for me but ended up getting him to help some other guy.

Most recent was waking up with the bell end a bit wet thinking I'd ****** the bed but it was infact whitey, looked on the floor to find more whitey and then went to the other side of the bed to find a bag full of whitey! Chicken tikka pizza was not so nice looking at that point.

I think the last two were related if I remember correctly.
 
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