Mine had to be a combination of days that led up to the worst day ever, given this probably isn't the worst thing that has ever happened to me but it is the worst thing that has ever physicly happened to me. And this happened a few years back.

Saturday: Wake up, hung over as hell. Meh it was just like every other Saturday. Rolled out of bed at around 8AM after drinking until 4:30 AM. Got my gear on and loaded up a buddies truck for a day of paint ball. Got to the feild early, needed to get warmed up and get a few practice runs in.

Got home atound 4PM, tired, no exhausted. Throught started getting scratchy. Didn't think anything of it. Figured it was dehydration. Still hung over. Had a few more drinks and headed to be around 11:30 PM.

Sunday: Woke up Sunday. Couldn't talk. Still didn't think anything of it. The way we played paint ball I had to shout alot. Figured that is what caused it. Got up went about my day. Literally passed out around 6PM, hadn't drank all day.

Monday: Wake up, no ones home (had 3 roomates at the time) look at the clock and realize it was about 10:30AM. Was suppose to be at work at 5AM. Blacked out.

4:30PM Roomate #1 makes it home, comes in my room to give me hell for not going to work. I wake up long enough to flip him the bird and motion for him to get out. Blacked out again.

Tuesday: Woke up around 3PM on the couch, not sure what had happned or how I got there. Thought it was still Monday. Hadn't ate since Sunday. Hard to drink anything and still don't have a voice. Left a note for my roomate to call my Drs and set up an appointment. She woke me up to tell me that I had one the next day and that she would take me.

Wensday: Woke up, feeling like death. Stumbled down the hallway to roomates room. Knocked on the door and got no responce. Banged on the door and still no responce. Could hear her snoring, so I knew she was there. Couldn't yell and the door was locked.

Put out abotu 30 Text messages asking for help. No one responded.

Went down the hallway and grabed my keys on the way out the door. Had an hour to get to my appointment. Wasnt going to miss it. To ****ed up to just go to the ER. Drove 45 minutes to the Drs and don't remember driving. Blacked out in the waiting room. Still couldn't talk, drink or eat.

Woke up to my name being called. Had to write everything seeing I couldnt talk.

Got rushed over to an ear nose and throught specilist. Over heard him talking to the nurse.

"I don't know how he made it here. With the limited oxygen flow he should be brain dead right now. Another few hours and he would probably be dead."

They called my father and got ahold of him. I was rushed to an outpatient surgery center. It was the only room availible for imediate surgery.

I vaugly remember my dad showing up. And trying to spit in a cup and the nurse freaking out thinking I was trying to take a drink.

Black out again.

A few hours later I wake up in a bed. Still in the hospital. My mother, father and grand mother where there. I with out thinking about it said "hey everyone what are you doing in my room". The reality of what had happened in and I about **** my pants when I realized that I could talk.

I left some of the more gruesome things out of that story, like the consistancy of my spit and how often I was gagging on it.

Turns out my tonsils had became infected on that Sunday. Due to the fact I was a tard and ignored the signs the first day the infection spread quick. When I had my surgery the had to literally cut both side of my throught open clear to the bottom of my neck on the inside to releave the swelling and remove the tonsils. Total incisions = 2. Average length = 7.5 inches.

Yup that is my long winded story. Hope it was entertaining. No I am not going to post a picture to acompany it.