The last time I’d ever drink again. Just wanted to share.

Let me preface by saying I am a 27 year old female, 102 pounds. Friday nights would usually be my neighbor and I’s night to get together and throw a few back over a span of 5 hours or so…normally just beer. This most recent Friday night was different though-Bourbon came into play. I had drank about 5 beers (maybe more, I forgot how many after the 4th one). My neighbor gets some shot glasses out for all of us to take some shots of different types of bourbon, whiskey, etc. I don’t know the difference because I don’t drink like this. I don’t even have alcohol in my own home. I took 4 or 5 shots, went out on the balcony to vape (nicotine only), and suddenly my legs gave out. I fell HARD and smacked the left side of my face on the balcony floor. It took me a minute to get up, but once I did, I went inside and sat back down at the table I was drinking beer at. I took one more swig of bourbon and BAM, throw up. Everywhere… one of my neighbors asked if I was okay and I said I was really sorry and that I’d leave. I walked across the hall to my apartment, opened the door, and that’s all I could remember. That is, before waking up calling for help and saying call 911. Then I blacked out again. Next thing I know I’m hearing multiple voices, my dog barking like crazy, and I could barely open my eyes, but I felt myself being carried down the stairs. Next thing after that, I remember hearing muffled voices and beeping, then it all faded to silence. I was warm, comfortable, and saw a bright light at the end of what looked like a long, black tunnel. I kept going closer to it before I felt someone’s knuckles deep in my chest. Yes, that’s right. I was being given a sternum rub and being shook about in an ambulance. The EMT said he tried to wake me up in my apartment with ammonia and said I didn’t budge. I remember waking up and the time was 553 (am I’m assuming). The doctor came in and said my BAC was .29 and that I was close to going into a coma.

I am not proud of this moment. I’m embarrassed to show my face to the neighbors I so often hung around. Needless to say I’m done drinking. I feel like I was too close to death that night and don’t want to relive that again.