Without power leveling too much, anyone want to describe the worst hangover they've ever suffered from?

This year, I got super drunk one night and threw up Mexican food in the middle of the night in my shoes, then had the worst hangover I ever had for half a day
 
as i've gotten older the hangovers have gotten worse. hot flashes, body chills, splitting headaches that keep me down for the entire day, the absolute worst nausea and dry heaves.
my worst was probably the day after christmas last year. my family all had covid so we couldn't celebrate like we usually do. after getting home from my fiance's family, i proceeded to down an entire bottle of jim beam to drown my christmas sorrows and paid for it mightily the next day.
 
My worst hangover was when I went to this local festival when I was 21. I'd gone there before, but I wasn't drinking age so thus was my first time drinking like crazy. I got myself at least 8 different drinks to learn what each one was like before hitching an Uber home and sleeping through the night.
The next day, I also happened to be on drill that weekend and it turned out to be family day. I got there on time in a different pair of civvies and things seemed fine but as it turns out I couldn't pee. Which as it turns out was really bad that day because I needed to take a piss test. It also turned out that I couldn't keep down anything I had so what would have been an early day ended up extended for several hours until I could finally pee instead of throw up.
And that's why I don't drink anymore on those weekends.
 
Not exactly a story about being hungover but since I've went from skinnyfat to fit I didn't understand I have a different booze tolerance and ended up vomiting all over a friends hotel room bathroom and in their hotel bed. But I felt fine the next day.
 
Been sick all my life and the only time I felt like healthy person, I decided to celebrate with friends. And vodka. Lots of vodka.

Next morning I got up to go to toilet and fell down. Woke up hours later in a pool of "stuff". Had a bumb in my head size of a tennis ball, sprained my wrist and half my face turned blue. It took me 2 weeks to recover.

This happened 30 years ago and I still don't know how I got home.

Been sober ever since.
 
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I have alcohol intolerance and can't drink alcoholic beverages, I could theoretically but it would make me ill.
 
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Oof, yeah. My worst happened while tent camping in the desert with a group. I can usually handle my liquor, but I'm not a binge drinker... except when camping with friends. I woke up alone in my tent... the brightness of the day coming in, hot and humid with alcohol sweat. Friends were cooking breakfast on a fire outside, treating their hangovers with more booze and trying to get me out of the tent. But the day was too bright, so I stayed inside my sauna dome. I started vomiting with every sip of water. The rest rooms were a walk, and no vegetation near my tent to discretely barf into. So I started puking into my dogs plastic poo bags, sealing them in the corner, and desperately trying to sleep it off. In my doze I kept being jarred awake by heart palpitations... which was extremely scary considering I was in the middle of nowhere.

That was almost a decade ago, and while I still love wine and some cocktails, I have never taken a shot of alcohol since.
 
Dublin 2013, blacked out (the following was relayed to me by friends) , almost got hit by a Luas, hit on every mildly attractive man that crossed my path, sang on the street, thankfully woke up in my own bed, threw up so much I cried. Regret, regret.
 
I have a pretty decent consitution when it comes to booze and usually don't suffer any ill effects. The one time I have ever puked from drinking was also the worst hangover I have ever had. Basically played stupid drinking games all night, got home at 5am, had a raging hangover for the entire next day. I felt too ill to get out of bed, every time I tried to sit up the whole room would spin and I felt like I was going to puke again. I couldn't drink orange juice for about half a year afterwards. .__.

The second-worst one was bad enough that I didn't drink anything at all for the entire month after, but I had to work the next day rather than having the luxury of laying around feeling sorry for myself, which I think actually helped me get over it quicker.
 
I once bought myself a big bottle of bourbon for my birthday and drank half of it that afternoon. Later that night, my head was pounding like hell and I was shaking really hard. Didn't puke, though. Safe to say, I never did that again.
 
I was 22. I was not a regular drinker (and I'm still not) but I was drowning in depression and self-pity thanks to recently having my heart utterly crushed and needed a reprieve. So one Sunday, I walked to the nearest open liquor store (over a mile each way, and in February that's a formidable distance) and bought a handle of Jack, and a 2 liter of Coke. Got completely fucking shitfaced, I killed three quarters of that bottle in a couple hours. I slept through most of the following day and felt like hammered dogshit when I finally woke up. The worst headache I ever had, felt intensely sick and wobbly. I went to piss and then crawled back into bed. I felt like such a retard, especially for being so emo about some lying bitch. Couldn't even look at the bottle, I took it outside and hurled it into a snowbank on the far side of the parking lot where I lived.
 
I don't really get horrible hangovers. Even if I drink heavily.
Usually I just feel groggy like my head is swimming.
I always feel better after drinking some water & frying some eggs.
 
I used to never get hangovers despite giving my liver the alcoholic equivalent of a Tyson uppercut every week. That is, until my age finally caught up with me and my old tactic of chugging a glass of water in between every drink finally failed me.

A bunch of my friends were over and I shared my extensive liquor selection with them. We hung out all night and just never stopped drinking. At the very least, I drank at least two tall boys of high-gravity beer and at least one bottle of scotch, perhaps part of another one too.

That's what I believe, because at some point I blacked out and woke up in my bed still wearing my street clothes, sweating profusely and still somewhat drunk, with absolutely no recollection of what happened after 2AM. I then spent the rest of the day in the bathroom puking and shitting, and couldn't keep anything down that wasn't water, Pepto-Bismol, or bread.

It was at that point I realized I need to moderate my alcohol consumption before it kills me (that, and when you get older that booze goes straight to your gut and thighs). I now try to limit myself to no more than 2 or 3 drinks per day (pint of beer, ounce of whiskey, etc).
 
Absolute worst had me getting up that morning with a splitting migraine, a stomach in knots, and I ended up vomiting what looked and felt like pitch black, concentrated evil into my own sink. After that, pretty sure I rinsed my mouth out, grabbed some water, and went straight back to bed for most of the afternoon and into the evening.

Not very dramatic, I know, but if you've ever had one of those migraines that just puts your ass out and makes you lay in bed, attempting to sleep it off while you're simultaneously hypersensitive to all light and sound, you ought to know the pure misery involved in that.
 
I went to a high school party where my friend's dad had made some homemade moonshine. I had a couple of shots and then was given a couple of Four Lokos. I ended up waking up in a gravel driveway in the pissing down rain, with a massive headache.
 
Demanded the strongest drink they had at a local bar... for some reason my tolerence has changed. The hangover for next few days sucked.
 
I had a weird night partying where it felt like I just could not really get drunk?
Woke up next day with the most painful and dizzying hangover ever. Having to pee, I had to keep my eyes closed and stumble to the toilet while feeling my way.
I seriously got motion sick from keeping my eyes open, even without moving. It got worse on the toilet, so I crawled back to the bed completely pathetic.
At the foot of the bed, I just looked up at it and went "Nope, too high up". So I slept on the floor.
 
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