So I mostly stopped drinking because I have depression and it would make it worse (shocking). This was in college.
It was one of my best friends 21st birthday. We were pregaming at her apartment. For some reason I just got this sinking feeling and anxiety and at the time I would have suicidal thoughts and whatnot.
So I drank like 4 drinks at this pregame (about an hour and a half). Which for me is a lot. Normally I would have 4 drinks total for the night.
So once we were at the bar(s) I had lost all of my good judgement already. Kept drinking. Still had a tiny bit of good judgement left though. Instead of walking several blocks by myself to the bus to go home, I left the bar and called my boyfriend to pick me up. Important note: we had only been dating for like 3 weeks.
I was so drunk on the phone. Barely knew where I was even though I had been there a million times. He picked me up. We were driving home. I needed to throw up so he pulled over. I was throwing up in the grass on the other side of the sidewalk.
Well, it happened that we were on campus. Campus security came over, questioned us, but then left. Thought we were in the clear. Well, then the actual campus police came over and questioned us.
Basically he wanted us off campus (we were students but didn’t live on campus) or he would call an ambulance. I knew all of the stuff he asked me like my SSN and everything. But I was soooo nauseous and so drunk that I couldn’t really walk. After lots of back and forth, he called the ambulance.
So I go to the hospital down the street (thank goodness for insurance because the ride would have been $700). They ask me a bunch of questions too. Gave me something to throw up in (although I had nothing to throw up anymore). But did nothing. Didn’t even give me water.
Told me I was “ok to leave” except i still couldn’t walk, lmao. So they put me in a wheelchair and my boyfriend wheeled me out to his car. Also I didn’t remember a lot of this so I pieced it together based on what I do remember and what he told me. Also found out later that my girlfriend whose birthday it was had 13 drinks and didn’t even throw up that night. I still don’t know how much I drank after the pregame. I estimated 4-5 more drinks based on the bars that my friends said we went to.
TL;DR my brand new boyfriend of 3 weeks got to watch me throw up on the side of the road, follow me to the hospital, and wheelchair me out to his car, then drive me back in the afternoon to pay the ER copay.