Inspired by Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.


Well I have a lot of stories to pick from so I’ll just start with the “best” one and keep going until I think this post is long enough.

Before I was a sick, married, mom and lady, I had, uhm, quite the “youthful indiscretions”. They would surprise you, they might change your opinion of me.  But this one won’t, or shouldn’t.

In my college days and early 20’s I was quite the drinker.  Not an alcoholic but of the thinking “Why would you drink unless you wanted to catch a buzz”? crowd.

It was July 4th weekend around 1994 on Long Beach Island (sorry, my hyperlink is not working, LBI isn’t exactly the Hamptoms, but it is a fairly nice resort town in New Jersey). My friend had invited me over for a weekend of partying.

Unfortunately that week I had broken up with my boyfriend of five years, for good.  I was a mess.  “That is an especially good reason to come”, she said.  “Forget about him!”

And so I did.  Everyone who knew me and even those who didn’t, she would tell my story to, and everyone who knew me and even those who didn’t would buy me a drink.  Maybe eight drinks, maybe a dozen, who knows?

Needless to say I was exceptionally drunk.  Whatever time we packed it in, we went back to her brother’s house, whom he shared.  I was inside and felt like, “Uh-oh, I need some air…now!” and proceeded to gracefully throw up off his balcony.  In my state of mind, that seemed like a good place, on the ground, no clean up needed!

And then…it was morning.  I woke up in my pajamas with an unknown guy in bed with me who gave me a dirty smile and said, “You were great last night”.  He was kidding, right?! Somehow I had put my pajamas on, taken out my contact lenses and gotten into a bed with a man, or was it the other way around? Don’t worry, I could tell I had not had sex, I could just tell, ya know?

I did, however, have the worst hangover ever.  I shakily showered.  My friend’s brother said to her, “Which one of your friends threw up”?!  I confessed.  “You got it all over my neighbors backyard ,they are so pissed off!”, as he was hosing it away.  It has seemed like such a good idea at the time…

We all went to brunch.  I could not look at food.  Seriously, I had to wait outside.  Our plan was to spend the day on the beach but my plan was more like I spent the day in bed.  My friend was so angry at me, our friendship was never the same since.

I was hungover for THREE days.  After that, I decided my youthful drinking days were over.

Well will you look at that, I guess another drunken story will have to wait for another reason for me to post one.  Thanks, Mama Kat!

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About mamasick

Emily Cullen is a pen-name. I suffer from chronic illnesses and diseases which include Bipolar Disorder, Asthma, Diabetes and Fibromyalgia. I had battled Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis but there is no longer evidence of me having these diseases and my Rheumatologist has declared them to be "burnt out" of my system. I am separated from my husband, “Grant”. Our son, “Tyler” was born in September of 2006 and suffers from tics and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and is delayed in fine and gross motor skills. In my blog I seek to let sick moms know that they are not the only ones going through this, and to educate people about what can happens when one becomes catastrophically ill. I also strive to break down stereotypes of what a “Welfare Mom” is like. Anything that I have gone through due to being sick, is written on the pages of Mama Sick.

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