Ever been out drinking, and wake up the next day to find that you have picked up some strange bruises and marks?

Me and some friends went out on Friday night and had a great time. We all drank too much, and it got a bit disgraceful near the end of the night.

I woke to find a large sore patch just above my eye.
One friend had three small round bruises on her waist.
One had a black knee (?)
And one had to go to hospital the next day because she had sprained her knuckle(!?)

Anyone else experience the phenomena I call:

U.D.I; Unidentified Drinking Injuries?

I managed to once bruise my inner right wrist and my inner left thigh in one night. They were similar shaped bruises but i couldn't figure out how they could have been made by the same event. i mean, how often is your inner wrist on your thigh?

Having said that I now know how I got the bruise thanks to straight edge friends.

Didn't stop them laughing/telling me how i got punched twice on Friday night though (not as bad as it sounds).

Wilf

Loadsa times!!! Bruising, grazes, red marks, fag burns ....my husband has even woke up next day with a 'broken hand'???? :suspect:

I once fell over an uncovered drain cover in the big tree car park when I was about 23. I was fairly drunk and on the way to the Lavs, a minute later I was completely sober

I bashed my knee and got a huge swelling, which the doctor strapped up and stopped me from bending my knee and signed me off work for 2 weeks, later I had the fluid drained from my knee with a syringe, which was very painful it felt like burning acid being injected behind my kneecap.
I had physio therapy to get my knee moving before I could go back to work again.

I used to drink Newky Brown straight from the bottle and more than once I have held the bottle in my mouth, and someone has knocked the bottle and I chipped a bit of my front tooth.

And several times I have twisted my ankle really bad when I have been walking home drunk.

I used to do a silly juping into the bushes thing with my mate when we were drunk, especially at the bottom of Ecclesall road, always waking up with cuts, grazes and bruises, and when we both did it together accidentally banging heads, or having a bruised wrist which only hurts the day after.

scatches and bruises mainly.

I still haven't a clue where they come from

I've woken up with cuts, confetti in my underwear. I've also woken up with a bottle to my side, uneaten cooked food next to me bed and all ...

I woke up one morning and couldn't put my foot on the floor as it was so painful. Couldn't remember any of the night before so went to A&E and was told I'd torn a ligament in my ankle. According to friends I spoke to later I'd fallen onto it on the way home and they'd practically had to carry me the rest of the way as I couldn't walk on it.

I've also woken up with plenty of unexplained bruises, some of them pretty huge!

In the 1980's the stiletto shoe was in fashion...after a few hours I could no longer bear the pain of wearing them so I use to post them into the night safe of the office I worked at and spend the rest of the night bare foot and collect my shoes on the Monday morning....:confused:

About 14 years ago I was in Magalluf, Mallorca, on a drinking holiday with my brother, and as Usual we had ganged up with a group of similar lads and lasses and were drinking and walking between bars. One particularly drunk lad of about 19 fell down a deep hole on one of the half finished pavements. I pulled him out and saw that he was cut and will be bruised and would be aching in the morning. Well I saw that he didn't have any serious injuries and being a big strong bloke myself I carried him around the rest of the night and kept an eye on him and got to know him quite well. At the end of the night, at about 2 am, my brother and I made sure he got back to his hotel with his room mates and went back to our room.
Next day he didn't come out for a long time and when he did he was black and blue and all his cuts were scabbed over nicely.
And I said, "allright Dave how are you feeling this morning then?"

And do you know what he said in reply?

"Who are you?"

I'm covered in cuts and scars from a number of drinking wounds. But it was the other day my girlfriend pointed out to me I even had scars I didn't know about on my back lol.

I once had a friend who when drunk got dared to see how long he could hold a lit cigerette on his hand for!!!

The next day when he saw his hand he didn't know what had happened and it was a real mess!! It was covered in quite deep burns. :loopy:

Turns out what we were laughing at as a 'sprained knuckle' has turned out to be a broken bone!!

Oh dear... feel guilty now.:(

Originally posted by nunny
I once had a friend who when drunk got dared to see how long he could hold a lit cigerette on his hand for!!!

The next day when he saw his hand he didn't know what had happened and it was a real mess!! It was covered in quite deep burns. :loopy:

One drunken night my friend decided he'd prove his tolerance to pain by allowing me to put cigerette's out on his hand. He still got the scars to this day hehe.

Couple of years later I got dragged under his car, I think it must have been payback.

Gosh. Makes my nights out seem rather tame in comparisson.

I recall an old guy once brought into A/E.
Had been for a dinnertime session with his Son & then back to their house for his dinner.

He'd gone for a fag out in the back garden, stumbled & fell through the greenhouse.

Scalped himself :gag: A nice big ragged flap from hairline to mid cranium.

My housemates and I called these drinking bruises 'Unidentified Vodka Bruises' (UVBs) after our tipple of choice.

I once came out of a club and fell down a manhole with no cover. And had to be dragged out by some people as I hadn't really noticed I'd fallen over. The shame.

I'm much calmer now on my nights out... as far as I can remember?

I remember one time we went out for a mates birthday party and got him incredibly drunk, he passed out when we got back to his place and my mate wrote "whore" on his forehead with an ultra-violet marker pen (the ones you use to put your postcode on stuff incase it gets stolen).

The following night we went to the Leadmill for an "after birthday" celebration, the UV light came on and it turned out he hadn't washed the pen of properly, everyone was laughing and pointing at him, but when he looked in the mirror in the gents he couldn't see anything.

I'm sure he's forgiven us by now.

One late Sunday night in 1988 a couple of friends and I decided it would be fun to move For Sale signs out of people's front gardens and place them in other people's gardens. Honestly, it really did seem hilarious at the time. We'd managed to plant about four of them before we'd reached the driveway to my parents' house. I was about to bid adieu when we spotted a huge ELR sign in the grounds of the nearby flats.

We went to wrench it out of the ground and it was about 9 foot in all. It took the three of us to carry it across the road, but me being at the rear lost grip of it and fell onto the road. I scraped my hands and decided I'd be best getting to bed. I ran back onto the pavement (which was raised from the road by way of a small wall), slipped again, and my left shin smashed into the wall. Despite being in pain I went home hearing the laughter of my friends as they threw the sign in someone's garden, and fell into the bushes themselves in the process.

I had a huge gash on my shin which wouldn't stop bleeding and had to go to A & E. My dad wasn't too pleased about taking me to hospital at that hour but he did and I remember driving past all these signs put up haphazardly in people's gardens. One was even hanging out of some bushes about 10 foot up.

I got a few stitches for my pains and recall seeing my medical notes which stated, in no uncertain terms (encircled)'Smells strongly of alcohol'.

I've since lost interest in becoming an Estate Agent. I do however have the scar on my left shin to remind myself that drink and For Sale signs do not mix.

I once woke up with a very sore chin which i had apparently bandaged up myself the previous night having fallen flat on my face in a car park near the back of the casbah. I had also managed to bandage my lip in the process which made it very difficult to speak to try and explain myself the next day!

When i went to go wake my freind in the other room, we discovered a brand new telly and loads of bags of crisps all over my flat!?!

Funnily enough though, neither of us felt particularly rough.

Never been to the casbah since!

Originally posted by Ousetunes
I got a few stitches for my pains and recall seeing my medical notes which stated, in no uncertain terms (encircled)'Smells strongly of alcohol'.


They wrote on my sisters form "Intoxicated" when she fell of a stage and broke two ribs (after jumping on the stage to kiss the lead singler of some band).

Once when walking home from Worrall to my home in Stannington for some reason we decided to into the abandoned country club near the driving range on Long Lane.

Whilst climbing out of the place I slipped and banged my face on a rock.

When I woke up in the morning I looked in the mirror and saw this cut beneath my eye! :P

I managed to convince my mum that I had fallen over innocently!