Lauren took charge and called round her friends to secure a lift home. When we got back, she called 111 but was told it would be 3 hours for an ambulance. Lauren knew that would be too late – I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even recognise my own friends. I needed help right then. So Lauren called a taxi instead and waited in the hospital with me until I was finally seen at 5am. When I was told a blood test would be another five hour wait, we decided it was best to just head home.
My night started out like any other weekend – a few pints at the pub with my twin sister, Lauren, and some friends, and then out to a nightclub. I got my usual drink, a vodka and orange, before asking my sister to keep an eye on it while I went to the toilet.
After returning, I took a sip of my drink and agreed to watch the drinks so Lauren and her girlfriend could go to the toilet too. But within ten minutes, I knew something was very wrong.
My vision goes strange, everything seems really bright and in slow motion. It was all blurry and out of focus. I feel like my limbs are tingling. This isn’t drunk. This is something different.
When Lauren and her girlfriend got back from the bathroom, I told them I thought I had been spiked. I explained my symptoms and told them to get me out of there as soon as possible, which is exactly what Lauren did. She sat me down on a step outside the club and got me some water to sip on.
