I didn't do anything when I was drunk, but when I woke up drunk, so I don't know if it's pertinent or not, but I'd still love to write about it. After all, I've only been drunk once, and that drunkenness changed my life and has kept me from drinking ever since.
It was the eve of my senior year graduation, my wife was in Yunnan, she bought me a plane ticket and asked me to go play. For me who had never been on an airplane and had never been that far away, the excitement was palpable, but I simply took the long trip as a trip to see a friend I had known for a long time. After all, I am a disabled person, and my wife is seven years older than me, the reality of the barrier makes me afraid to think that the two of us will not have a future.
The airfare is booked after the graduation dinner, perhaps close to departure, eat dinner the day my emotions are extraordinarily high. In fact, four years of college, I due to physical defects are rented off-campus, and classmates do not have a very deep feelings, but I am a particularly easy to move people, to see them hugging and crying, I also cry, to see them raise their cups a glass of dry, I also raised the cups a glass of dry, although I do not know what I put together.
My limit is two bottles of beer, but in the high emotion, in the emotional crying, I was overwhelmed, headless drink a cup, as if each additional drink, on behalf of my deeper feelings with them, now in retrospect, in fact, quite ridiculous, perhaps from a long time of loneliness in the heart it. After about three bottles, I knew I was done for, dizzy, panicked, stomach churning, I was going to vomit, and I was never going to vomit.
It is because of such serious consequences that I am extremely afraid of vomiting, but after three bottles of beer, I can no longer control my own body, I lie down under the table, the sky is spinning, violent vomiting in a moment of spewing out, and then it is to watch the mucous membrane of the esophagus in the vomiting under the force of the impact of the tearing out of the white, long a long piece of mucous membrane from the mouth hanging out, the mucous membrane of the terminal is still connected to the The end of the mucous membrane was still attached to the esophagus. I was afraid of being seen by my classmates, so I stuffed the mucous membrane back into my mouth, but I couldn't swallow it, so I had to keep it in my mouth.
By this time, I couldn't stand up, I didn't even have the strength to lie down on the table, I almost rolled under the table, and then I was sent back to the dormitory by my classmates. When my classmates left, I was finally able to spit out the mucous membrane in my mouth, and used scissors to reach into my mouth as far as possible to cut off the mucous membrane, and the rest of the cut endured severe pain to swallow into my throat.
After a night of pain, there was another dilemma in front of me, whether I should go home and get well or still set off for Yunnan. Going home to recuperate would undoubtedly be more conducive to my recovery, but I would be wasting an expensive plane ticket and missing an opportunity to go to Yunnan; but if I insisted on setting off, without even being able to get into the water, I even wondered if I would die out there.
After a short period of entanglement, I still set off, departed, took the bus, came to the airport, boarded the plane, the moment the plane lifted off, my throat was so sore that I almost suffocated, but my heart has long flown out of the cabin, soaring in the endless sky, which is the first time in my life to experience the "freedom" to bring me The first time in my life I have experienced the pleasure and excitement of "freedom" to me beyond life.
My wife came to the airport to pick me up, in the bus back to her place, has been nearly 24 hours without water, I am so tired that eyelids can not open, simply do not care to appreciate the city of Kunming, the bus is very crowded, I sat down to a seat, she stood, I am like a sickly child has been sitting unsteadily, can only rely on her heart, she gripped the railing with one hand, one hand, caged me, to prevent me from falling down. She was holding onto the railing with one hand and caging me with the other to prevent me from falling down.
The day I arrived in Kunming I was admitted to the clinic due to physical exhaustion, and I stayed there for four days, until I left Kunming; she took care of me for four days by my bedside; I said I had no taste in my mouth, so she bought me a drink even if I couldn't take a sip; I like to eat mangos, so she bought them and pressed them into a puree with a spoon and fed them to my mouth; I wanted to try the flavor of the rice noodles, so she bought rice noodles in soup and poured it into my mouth; and I wanted to taste the taste of the rice noodles, but I didn't want to. I want to taste the flavor of the rice noodles, she bought rice noodles, with the soup to moisten my dry lips; I said I was sorry to make such a look to see you, she said it's okay, you came is my greatest happiness.
In the more than 20 years of my life before this, in addition to blood relatives, no one has ever taken care of me like she did. When I walked through the security checkpoint and looked back at her one last time, I realized she was crying too.
The latter thing is that we have been through the trials and tribulations of the end of the family, so now I look back, it was when I was drunk and injured, she took care of me for four days at the hospital bedside, so that I began to rethink our relationship, which made me realize that I can not miss her in this life, and let me realize that even if it is to pay the price of life I want to grasp the feelings, once missed will regret for life.
I don't drink anymore, not because it's a bad change of life, it's too good to be true, it's just that the pain of being drunk is too brutal to be brought to the body.