Should we call the ER?
The Hangover / Via Warner Bros.
Maybe two hours into my alcohol-induced slumber, I’m lying on my back, my eyes suddenly rip open, and I spew vomit into the air and SOMEHOW managed to turn my face to the side before it came back down so as to not get hit with a face full of vomit. I lay completely still for probably two to three minutes, trying to figure out da fuq just happened, and applauding myself for not waking my friend up. Until I heard her say from behind me, “Uhh, you want a towel?” A couple hours later I came out to her mom and her aunt, who were visiting, applauding me and offering me a joint.
Sometime after I got home the dog was in bed and I managed to vomit all the food I ate all over my bed/shirt/hair. When I woke up in the morning I realized that the dog had chewed the vomit out of my (then waist-length) hair only on the left side of my head. I had to drive my husband to help find his car from the night before and while doing so ended up pulling out handfuls upon handfuls of half-chewed-up hair. After trying to suppress vomit all day I had to go to the hairdresser and explain why half my hair was missing.