25th July - 8th August
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jackmontandon
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connell1888
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Apologies about the delay, iPhones tend to have mood swings.*
Wednesday 1st August
A calm and sober night on the Tuesday should have done me some good under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances. I felt 15726682 times worse than I had the previous day and I knew then that my entire holiday was on a knife edge. I once again spent the whole day in that miserable room on my own, however this time violent sickness was taking its toll. You know things are not good when you begin to bring up pure blood!
My biggest problem was that I could not even keep water down, and was becoming dehydrated extremely fast. I tried everything to improve the way I was feeling, nothing was working. I wasn't until mid afternoon, after I had filled myself with all sorts off medication I had brought to counter feeling like this, that I felt confident*enough to go 30 minutes without being sick.*
Getting ready was the single hardest hour of my life, attempting to get myself up for going to SHM. In true Ibiza spirit I managed and headed down to the highlander to meet our mates who had just arrived. There was 13 of them, and I had bought there tickets for SHM the day we arrived (they were worried about them selling out), but there was a problem, each and every one of them had severely overdone it that day, going all the way PDB with them was almost unbearable feeling the way I was.*
Somehow I managed to get them all in taxis and only myself, C1 & D1 remained. Once again we found a local guy willing to take us for 50 euros and off we went, running quite late I might add. Things deteriorated further from there, the traffic around San An was a nightmare, and in a warm car feeling like I was there was only so much I could take. Regrettably, about 4 miles outside of San Antonio, I had to get out the car and head back to the hotel. My god that was a long walk, a few times I had to stop for fear of collapsing. To make it clear just how bad this was, I seriously considered heading to the hospital!
Made it back to the hotel and had a short sleep in reception (always cold with the air-con). I woke up feeling slightly better, but not quite good enough to head to the strip too watch the Celtic in our Champions League Qualifier. Instead I opted to use the hotel computers and watch it on the Internet. A tip to anybody, never watch your team playing while in the midst of a comedown, as if I wasn't agitated enough! I spent the entire 90 minutes shaking, it was uncontrollable. My shouting at the computer soon gathered quite a crowd, including the night guard and the two barmen, who supplied me with a constant flow of water.
It's amazing what a football match can do to your mood, I felt a million times better, I even felt like a few pints. L1, L2 and S1 were down the west end along with the lads staying at Ibiza Rocks, so I headed down to meet them at Kilties.*
Similar to the Tuesday, we spent the whole night down the west end, predictably alternating between the highlander and kilties. I managed 2 Magners, and even more unbelievably, i managed to eat. This was the first thing I had eaten since Sunday afternoon, I was actually beginning to look like a drug addict with each passing day without food.*
Only managed until 3.30am that night, it had been a fairly uneventful night again, upon returning to the hotel I noticed the hallucinations were no where near as bad and I hadn't been sick for a few hours, things were looking promising!
It was Cream 18th birthday that night and I was beginning to think I might just make it.
Wednesday 1st August
A calm and sober night on the Tuesday should have done me some good under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances. I felt 15726682 times worse than I had the previous day and I knew then that my entire holiday was on a knife edge. I once again spent the whole day in that miserable room on my own, however this time violent sickness was taking its toll. You know things are not good when you begin to bring up pure blood!
My biggest problem was that I could not even keep water down, and was becoming dehydrated extremely fast. I tried everything to improve the way I was feeling, nothing was working. I wasn't until mid afternoon, after I had filled myself with all sorts off medication I had brought to counter feeling like this, that I felt confident*enough to go 30 minutes without being sick.*
Getting ready was the single hardest hour of my life, attempting to get myself up for going to SHM. In true Ibiza spirit I managed and headed down to the highlander to meet our mates who had just arrived. There was 13 of them, and I had bought there tickets for SHM the day we arrived (they were worried about them selling out), but there was a problem, each and every one of them had severely overdone it that day, going all the way PDB with them was almost unbearable feeling the way I was.*
Somehow I managed to get them all in taxis and only myself, C1 & D1 remained. Once again we found a local guy willing to take us for 50 euros and off we went, running quite late I might add. Things deteriorated further from there, the traffic around San An was a nightmare, and in a warm car feeling like I was there was only so much I could take. Regrettably, about 4 miles outside of San Antonio, I had to get out the car and head back to the hotel. My god that was a long walk, a few times I had to stop for fear of collapsing. To make it clear just how bad this was, I seriously considered heading to the hospital!
Made it back to the hotel and had a short sleep in reception (always cold with the air-con). I woke up feeling slightly better, but not quite good enough to head to the strip too watch the Celtic in our Champions League Qualifier. Instead I opted to use the hotel computers and watch it on the Internet. A tip to anybody, never watch your team playing while in the midst of a comedown, as if I wasn't agitated enough! I spent the entire 90 minutes shaking, it was uncontrollable. My shouting at the computer soon gathered quite a crowd, including the night guard and the two barmen, who supplied me with a constant flow of water.
It's amazing what a football match can do to your mood, I felt a million times better, I even felt like a few pints. L1, L2 and S1 were down the west end along with the lads staying at Ibiza Rocks, so I headed down to meet them at Kilties.*
Similar to the Tuesday, we spent the whole night down the west end, predictably alternating between the highlander and kilties. I managed 2 Magners, and even more unbelievably, i managed to eat. This was the first thing I had eaten since Sunday afternoon, I was actually beginning to look like a drug addict with each passing day without food.*
Only managed until 3.30am that night, it had been a fairly uneventful night again, upon returning to the hotel I noticed the hallucinations were no where near as bad and I hadn't been sick for a few hours, things were looking promising!
It was Cream 18th birthday that night and I was beginning to think I might just make it.
Johnny Vodka
Well-Known Member
Have to say, not being able to p!$$ is one of the most off-putting side effects of certain 'mood enhancers'. But going 24 hours or more without just sounds dangerous. Either you'd not be getting enough water or there'd be pressure on your kidneys/bladder (if full).
If you're really stuck, I've heard the best solution is to lie down in a warm bath. Meant to relax everything and then you can just let it out.
If you're really stuck, I've heard the best solution is to lie down in a warm bath. Meant to relax everything and then you can just let it out.
tonycarrigan1
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you would have been on the same flight as my mates... there was about 20 of them flew out from glasgow the 25th, i flew back on the 8th also as i went out the 1st!
we stayed in the brisa! it was carnage, probs seen you about....
our flight home to glasgow on the 8th was about 11am was yours the same flight??
flew with thomas cook.......?????
I go back on saturday for round 2 only going for 4 days this time!
Amnesia closing on Saturday, Space closing on Sunday then DC10 closing on Monday!!
we stayed in the brisa! it was carnage, probs seen you about....
our flight home to glasgow on the 8th was about 11am was yours the same flight??
flew with thomas cook.......?????
I go back on saturday for round 2 only going for 4 days this time!
Amnesia closing on Saturday, Space closing on Sunday then DC10 closing on Monday!!
connell1888
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Thursday 2nd August
The big improvement on the way I felt the previous night had certainly given me a fair amount of confidence that I was on the road to recovery. Once again, opening my eyes on the Thursday afternoon put me on a real downer. I felt no better than I had the previous day, the sickness was back, along with prolonged spells of dizziness. To this day I don't understand what I done the previous night to put me back to square one, maybe it was eating a full sized meal after days of nothing? I really don't know.
I ventured to the pool, as the rest of the lads headed to get quads for the day, not my cup of tea at all. I only intended to go for a quick dip in the pool and back up too the room, unfortunately though, I dozed off on a sunbed while drying of. Disaster.
I almost fainted twice walking up to the room, and it only got worse. Another decent night ahead; another ticket already bought, and I was once again not going to make it. I lay in the room all night, having consigned myself to bed and Gordon Ramseys hells kitchen on ITV2, while the lads headed out blabbing on about how they couldn't wait to see Calvin Harris.*
The next 3 hours were probably the amongst the lowest points of my life. It sounds ludicrous I know, but that is honestly how I felt at the time. The combination of drink and drugs obviously had a major part to play in this, but I actually cried uncontrollably for hours, and done something I never imagined I would do, phoned home and explained that I needed to have a flight booked for Saturday. I had decided there and then that I was going home.
It took an hour for me to be talked out of doing this and actually waiting until the morning. Something I am so glad that I done. Ibiza would not beat me!
After that phonecall, my mood began improving minute by minute, and I've got to admit I ended up really enjoying lying in bed having a chilled out night, replenishing my energy for one last go at it. The Ibiza ups-and-downs that most experience could not be summed up better than that night, in 30 minutes I had gone from booking a flight home to becoming ridiculously excited about the 4 nights ahead.
Apparently I didn't miss much at Cream, the place was apparently dangerously busy. I also didn't miss Calvin Harris' set, my mate video'd the whole thing! They bemoaned how a good night had been ruined by simply letting too many people in, and along with me agreed to have one last blowout before heading home.
The stage was set for a final 5 days off mayhem...
I'd just like to point out the reason why I went into as much detail about how badly I had felt. The reason for this was to give those who haven't been before an insight into what taking it to excess in Ibiza can really do to your body. If I had visited hospital I would almost certainly have been kept in, that is the extent I had overdone it. I had learned my lesson anyway.*
Next few days are back to the good times, hope I've not depressed anybody too much!*
The big improvement on the way I felt the previous night had certainly given me a fair amount of confidence that I was on the road to recovery. Once again, opening my eyes on the Thursday afternoon put me on a real downer. I felt no better than I had the previous day, the sickness was back, along with prolonged spells of dizziness. To this day I don't understand what I done the previous night to put me back to square one, maybe it was eating a full sized meal after days of nothing? I really don't know.
I ventured to the pool, as the rest of the lads headed to get quads for the day, not my cup of tea at all. I only intended to go for a quick dip in the pool and back up too the room, unfortunately though, I dozed off on a sunbed while drying of. Disaster.
I almost fainted twice walking up to the room, and it only got worse. Another decent night ahead; another ticket already bought, and I was once again not going to make it. I lay in the room all night, having consigned myself to bed and Gordon Ramseys hells kitchen on ITV2, while the lads headed out blabbing on about how they couldn't wait to see Calvin Harris.*
The next 3 hours were probably the amongst the lowest points of my life. It sounds ludicrous I know, but that is honestly how I felt at the time. The combination of drink and drugs obviously had a major part to play in this, but I actually cried uncontrollably for hours, and done something I never imagined I would do, phoned home and explained that I needed to have a flight booked for Saturday. I had decided there and then that I was going home.
It took an hour for me to be talked out of doing this and actually waiting until the morning. Something I am so glad that I done. Ibiza would not beat me!
After that phonecall, my mood began improving minute by minute, and I've got to admit I ended up really enjoying lying in bed having a chilled out night, replenishing my energy for one last go at it. The Ibiza ups-and-downs that most experience could not be summed up better than that night, in 30 minutes I had gone from booking a flight home to becoming ridiculously excited about the 4 nights ahead.
Apparently I didn't miss much at Cream, the place was apparently dangerously busy. I also didn't miss Calvin Harris' set, my mate video'd the whole thing! They bemoaned how a good night had been ruined by simply letting too many people in, and along with me agreed to have one last blowout before heading home.
The stage was set for a final 5 days off mayhem...
I'd just like to point out the reason why I went into as much detail about how badly I had felt. The reason for this was to give those who haven't been before an insight into what taking it to excess in Ibiza can really do to your body. If I had visited hospital I would almost certainly have been kept in, that is the extent I had overdone it. I had learned my lesson anyway.*
Next few days are back to the good times, hope I've not depressed anybody too much!*
connell1888
New Member
Have to say, not being able to p!$$ is one of the most off-putting side effects of certain 'mood enhancers'. But going 24 hours or more without just sounds dangerous. Either you'd not be getting enough water or there'd be pressure on your kidneys/bladder (if full).
If you're really stuck, I've heard the best solution is to lie down in a warm bath. Meant to relax everything and then you can just let it out.
It certainly is, I had experienced it before but no where near as bad as this. I was genuinely very worried about it, especially when i knew that I was actually drinking alot of water. One guy I met at Privilege when out for a fag, actually explained to me that drinking to much water on "mood-enhancers" can actually overwork your bladder, and cause it to temporarily stop working properly? Don't know if this is correct, the guy did not look like the straightest of shooters!
Never heard that one before, will keep it in mind for next year!
Johnny Vodka
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As I understand it, they make your body release a chemical which stops you peeing and promotes water retention. If you drink too much water and it can't come out, you could eventually be in for a Leah Bett's scenario where the brain swells? (But water obviously comes out in sweat too and you don't want to be dehydrated.) Also bladders can burst... and remember the kidneys filter out poisons, so you really want the body to keep processing urine.
I'm all for dabbling, but you need to keep in mind the various issues around hydration. My advice would not to be not to dabble for too pro-longed periods.
Still, at least you're home and safe.
I've usually found if it won't come out in a club, it will happen when I'm home and more relaxed. (I suspect as well as the chemicals that stop you peeing, being in an uptight state doesn't help.)
I'm all for dabbling, but you need to keep in mind the various issues around hydration. My advice would not to be not to dabble for too pro-longed periods.
Still, at least you're home and safe.
I've usually found if it won't come out in a club, it will happen when I'm home and more relaxed. (I suspect as well as the chemicals that stop you peeing, being in an uptight state doesn't help.)
Ive had bad days where ive more or less done nothing as a result but nothing on the scale of what your describing , also never had nearly as much 'consumption' as that either! Think my Ibiza trips would seem like a teddy bears picnic compared to you lot!! That said ive never considered going to hospital or going home 
connell1888
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They would have been, if it's the big group of lads I'm thinking off, they certainly provided some entertainment. By entertainment I mean they were mortal drunk haha!
More than likely would have, we were in either the highlander or Kilties at some point everyday. That was the flight we got home aye, worst flight of my life!
Lucky for some, enjoy it!
tonycarrigan1
New Member
awwww that flight was brutallll!! worst ever.......
i whitey'd as soon as i got off the flight and also when i got home!!
If the flight home this time isnt the same I will be disappointed haha (im dreading it)
where is it your from?
i whitey'd as soon as i got off the flight and also when i got home!!
If the flight home this time isnt the same I will be disappointed haha (im dreading it)
where is it your from?
tonycarrigan1
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I visit Bora Bora beach and the beach at San An
I dont go to Ibiza for the sites only sites i see if people out there nut lmao
I dont go to Ibiza for the sites only sites i see if people out there nut lmao
Don Simon
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Brilliant spoof ! keep em coming
jackmontandon
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please finish this
seancupthera
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Connell1888... thanks for your nice review of The Huddle Bar, glad you enjoyed it.