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I'm curious to hear some amnesia stories. Drug induced or not - what did you hear about you doing that you don't remember?
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Ever experience amnesia?
- Thread starter Benjamin Strange
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Amnesia, or as I like to call it "time travel".
You're out drinking, you wake up in a bar, you black out - you're in another bar, you black out - you're in another bar, drinking.
Atteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell.
You're out drinking, you wake up in a bar, you black out - you're in another bar, you black out - you're in another bar, drinking.
Atteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell.
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St. Patty's day. Early 80s. Mid afternoon. NYC. I worked for a messenger service. Saw people stumbling drunk. Said, "I wanna get like that!" Bought a quart of Gin with my co-workers. Opened my eyes, it was 2am, I was home on my bed fully dressed and had absolutely no idea how I got there. Started immediately dry heaving and wished I were dead. I can't even say here the things my co-workers told me I did that day.
That was just the first time.
One of the many reasons I don't touch alcohol anymore
That was just the first time.
One of the many reasons I don't touch alcohol anymore
not remembering when drunk or high is an excuse used by people, it's like pleading the 5th 
I have gotten drunk sick and high before, and I can still remember everything 
I have gotten drunk sick and high before, and I can still remember everything This occasionally happens myself. I'd be sitting at the bar getting happy with my friends. Being aware of where I am, and open to condusive conversation, and suddenly finding myself waking up in bed needing to use the bathroom. The trip between the bar and my bed is somehow zapped out like the Men In Black films. I've always managed to get my clothes off though! I guess years of practice means I have it down to a t. Strangely, I don't forget what we would have talked about at the bar (and "acting the maggot" with a few beers has long been left to an earlier early 20s version of me!!), but the getting-home-amnesia-syndrome does occasionally still gets me!! And whoever transports me home always seem to empty my wallet as I NEVER spend THAT amount of money in one night!!
I apparently walked up to someone said "alright" and hooked them when i was at a final year school disco, but i really cant remember it :scowl:
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not remembering when drunk or high is an excuse used by people, it's like pleading the 5th
Just means you didn't drink enough... lol
I've blacked out so many times... usually my freshman and sophomore years of college. Waking up fully clothed in your bed with a massive headache in a puddle of urine in your bed is NOT cool lol
Have you ever seen the classic movie scene where some guy wakes up in an unfamiliar bed after a night of intensive partying..rubs his aching head and eyes, then hesitantly lifts the blanket in horror and sees a rather homely member of the opposite gender snoring loudly next to him?
Then the stark reality hits that they're both butt nekkid?
He then in all his manly glory, re-clothes and sneaks out to find a way home?
It sucks, trust me.
THANK GOD those days are over.
Then the stark reality hits that they're both butt nekkid?
He then in all his manly glory, re-clothes and sneaks out to find a way home?
It sucks, trust me.
THANK GOD those days are over.
A regular poster here introduced me to NY stand-up (Attell, Jim Norton, Mitch Fatel) and I've not stopped laughing.
When ever I'm feeling low or not so cheerful I put on one of those guy's tapes and laugh until I cry.
"Sqawk!"
"Thank you parrot"
Okay, where do I start?
They say that blanking out once in life kills so many million brain cells so I am screwed.
1) woke up in my car after a night out - but it wasn't my car and it was parked in someone's driveway next to their house.
2) walked straight into what I thought was a ditch, no it was a canal and i can't swim but managed to pull myself out.
3) was on a night out, one minute I was leaving the pub, the next it was 7am and I was trying to shoulder charge the front door to get in. I later discovered my key in my back pocket.
4) Out at the pub drinking far too much cider. I was about to leave the pub and the next thing I new I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car in a field with a kebab at my feet. Turns out I had given my mate my keys and he had driven us to Knockhill racing track to watch the Touring Cars that day.
It doesn't matter how much you drink, you never forget your pin number to get money out of a cash machine.
They say that blanking out once in life kills so many million brain cells so I am screwed.
1) woke up in my car after a night out - but it wasn't my car and it was parked in someone's driveway next to their house.
2) walked straight into what I thought was a ditch, no it was a canal and i can't swim but managed to pull myself out.
3) was on a night out, one minute I was leaving the pub, the next it was 7am and I was trying to shoulder charge the front door to get in. I later discovered my key in my back pocket.
4) Out at the pub drinking far too much cider. I was about to leave the pub and the next thing I new I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car in a field with a kebab at my feet. Turns out I had given my mate my keys and he had driven us to Knockhill racing track to watch the Touring Cars that day.
It doesn't matter how much you drink, you never forget your pin number to get money out of a cash machine.
I saw a pretty impressive example of drug (Versed) induced amnesia when I was a paramedic student.
Guy comes into the Trauma Center post motorcycle crash with all kind of problems including a broken femur.
Typically they don't use much if anything in the way of pain killers in a trauma unit because what hurts is a big part of finding what's wrong in a hurry. Instead they use amnesiac's so even though you get to feel all that good stuff 100% you won't remember the experience and have nightmares about it the rest of your life.
So, the guy with the broken femur gets it pinned and set in the unit. What that means is this:
They take one of these (see attached)
and drill bit that is about 2 feet long and a 1/4" diameter and drill the thing into his leg, through the bone and out the other side of his leg. Twice. Once on each side of the break. then they take a pair of bolt cutters, trim the exposed ends off and apply a rigid traction device.
The entire time the guy was 100% conscious and felt every single ounce of that pain. It was quite the experience holding him down for that little procedure.
When it was all over I looked at the Doc and said, "You better hope he never finds out where you live Doc."
He just smiled and said, "In 3 minutes he won't even recognize me or know what happened."
He was right.
Guy comes into the Trauma Center post motorcycle crash with all kind of problems including a broken femur.
Typically they don't use much if anything in the way of pain killers in a trauma unit because what hurts is a big part of finding what's wrong in a hurry. Instead they use amnesiac's so even though you get to feel all that good stuff 100% you won't remember the experience and have nightmares about it the rest of your life.
So, the guy with the broken femur gets it pinned and set in the unit. What that means is this:
They take one of these (see attached)
and drill bit that is about 2 feet long and a 1/4" diameter and drill the thing into his leg, through the bone and out the other side of his leg. Twice. Once on each side of the break. then they take a pair of bolt cutters, trim the exposed ends off and apply a rigid traction device.
The entire time the guy was 100% conscious and felt every single ounce of that pain. It was quite the experience holding him down for that little procedure.
When it was all over I looked at the Doc and said, "You better hope he never finds out where you live Doc."
He just smiled and said, "In 3 minutes he won't even recognize me or know what happened."
He was right.
