crazy night. saved another really drunk person. This one was stubborn, he really didn't want to throw up. Like two hours of fighting it. Interestingly enough the guy had PTSD from desert storm. Man he told me this and I was like....so happy that he let me know but i knew he was drunk as shit. He was hyperventilating a lot but every time, I just reassured him about where he was and who I was. We know each other well, and he's a good guy and all but shit. He was talking like he was gonna die. I imagine the flashbacks or what not. He mentioned it hurting a lot and just not wanting to do it anymore. Got kinda scary when he mentioned his pancreas being not up to par. He's been hospitalized for some pancreatic stuff before and I think that was just his drunkeness being paranoid. I almost agreed and took him to the hospital. I tried to get a real answer out of him. Like "hey do you really wanna go?" because well....i have seen it before people get too drunk; they dont like it. hospitals are associated with making you feel better. I guess his subconscious was talking to me, trying to save him.
I grabbed my shit and sat with him. This is where i mentioned him throwing up again. I said if you throw up I'll take you. He nodded. Leaning over the trashcan he did some dry huffing(not sure if thats the word but it sounds right?) And this punk ass barely threw up i was like...come on ima need more than that. Because you gotta get the alcohol thats sitting in your stomach out before you start to absorb it. Drink water, throw it up, drink water, throw up. He was worrying about other things, as drunks like to. And i told him he doesn't need to let his drunk ass worry about anything. "I'll do the worrying, you just need to breathe, drink water, and throw up." He happily agreed. I slept on the floor, him and his friend left couple of hours ago. Things are good I just sent him a text everyone's fine. another disaster avoided.