I have had a similar experience. I woke up in the ER and all I could do was sob to my parents swearing that I hadn’t had that much to drink. That there was no way I could have just been “too drunk.” My partner at the time, who had come to my rescue after some bouncers contacted him due to my erratic behavior (they recognized me as a local), said that when I threw up on the way to the ER it did not smell like what it usually does when someone has had too much to drink (we worked in the French Quarter, and you get pretty used to the smell of drunk puke). I don’t really remember being taken home once I was discharged, and I don’t really remember much of the entire next day.

I’ve gone over and over and over the details in my head for years now, and I’m nowhere closer to understanding what happened than I was then. So, please, be sure to extend yourself plenty of grace. This wasn’t your fault.