Urghh last night was like the worst night of my life. It was theme night and everything was good and fine, mum drove me up to school and I had all my outfit ready to put on when I got there, I had a drink of Smirnoff ice before I went and we were allowed two drinks when we got there. I met the others there and we went to the toilets to put on my outfit and it was spectacular - I had big angel wings, a fez, a too short rat suit, a waistcoat and my convereses on. When I went into the hall, everyone found it hilarious - it was brilliant :D It felt really good and I was so glad that I hadn't chickened out of it all! Anyway we went to get a beer and then were in the hall dancing and having a larff with everyone and I started to feel really hysterical and spazzy, my friends just thought I was faking for a larff but then I began to feel really ill - so we went to the toilets and apparently I collapsed. Then I started being really violently sick, mrs Deane came up the stairs and was trying to get me up right and they were all scared that I was going to choke on my sick (it was disgusting). My friends and Mrs Deane had to somehow undress me and put me in my jeans while this was going on, it only felt like 10 minutes but apparently it was an hour. Miss Moyes then came up :/ All I could hear was her going "Rachael, look at the state you're in, out of all the people I expected this from you would have been the last" I kept saying "I'm so sorry", I wasn't really aware at this stage I had lost my vision and I could barely hear and then I think I collapsed again - next thing I know some guy from Merchiston and Mrs D and M were carrying me down the stairs because I couldn't actually move, they got me into the fresh air and we waited for my mum and dad, apparently Mr P and J were looking at me like I was some sort of drunken scum ;___; Mum and Dad drove me to the hospital but I blacked out on the way and the next thing I know I'm in a hospital bed being wheeled to A and E. At hospital they breathalised me and dressed me in a gown, injected me and stuck on a drip. Turns out that they think I have had an unusual reaction to the antibiotics I was on and I wasn't even drunk. It was about 1 in the morning when I was sorted out and allowed to go home, went straight to bed and now feeling a lot better and healthy. But everyone thinks I was completly pissed out of my brains and apparently Miss Moyes wants to talk to me on Monday. No one knows apart from Laura and Fiona that I went to hospital and what was actually wrong. So on Monday I have to face up to all my teachers who will want to give me a bollocking for "completly unacceptable behaviour" and everyone in school wanting to know what happened. I am shitting myself about it, it's going to be embarrasing to put it mildly :/
I'm feeling: distressed
Muzak: VHS or Beta - No Cabaret!