Last week at the dentist for wisdom toothyness:
Dentist man: "Hmm well you'll need some antibiotics for your gums and come back next week for a filling and if the pain for your wisdom tooth doesn't go away I'll have to take it out"
Choco: "Uhh ok"
Dentist: "Oh, and don't take alcohol when you're on anti-biotics because you'll end up very sick."
Choco: "Uhh ok" (but inside I'm thinking NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)
One week later, the anti-bs was only a 4 day course and I finished takin 'em on Sunday, so naturally I think "Well, I finished 'em 2 days ago and if I don't mix my drinks I'll be alright for the dentist the morning after."
WRONG
I had my usual 1/2 a bottle of vodka pre-night drink, and then while I was out I was on DVRB all night til 1am, got slaughtered off of the anti-b effect, I have no recollection of getting back to Rob's (apparently we walked), and then when I woke up at 7am this morning I ended up throwing up 9 times on his front garden ROFL and err fainting a bit from dehydration.
Then to make things worse, I have to get the ultimate bumpy sweaty bus ride into town, trek through town and go to the dentists >: (
At the dentists:
Dentist's assistant looks at me (clearly I looked a state), and she asks "Eermm, have you eaten today?" and I replied with "Nope.. I was very..very..sick.."
And then I had to be restrained coz I was petrified of havin dentist man stabbing me with his stupid pokey pointy metal things and needles and at the end (which seemed like a lifetime but it was only like 10 minutes) he was like "Emma, you should see a doctor for your needle phobia ¬_¬"
So seriously kids, don't mix alcohol with drugs


