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And you thought a hangover was bad...
Wednesday, November 21, 2007 at 11:23PM
... try an exploding bladder.
... yet another reason to think twice before tying one on this weekend. But the real question is: how much do you need to drink to burst your bladder?
According to Dr Mohantha Dooldeniya, "Everyone is different, so it is impossible to put a figure on exactly what volume you would have to consume to rupture your bladder. But you would basically have to be so drunk that you can't remember anything, and have lost control over your body."
This is probably not a problem for most people who frequent this blog (except for me, about 3 or 4 years ago), but it's certainly true of many Londoners I see passing (out) on my street in the night, not to mention the throngs of American college students hitting the keg at fraternity parties every weekend.
Imagine if they all got so totally shit-faced that their bladders suddenly ruptured all at once: it would be the most foul "water balloon" fight of all time, an exploding bladder extravaganza! Bladders on the walls, in the street, in your hair. Stray bladders teaming up with the dog poop and chicken bones that give London sidewalks their distinctive personality.
So who's buying the first round?
Link (via Healthbolt)
The mechanics of this gruesome problem are relatively straightforward. Alcohol is diuretic - it makes you urinate more - hence the sight of drunk people urinating in the streets on a Saturday night. Alcohol is also an anaesthetic: it dulls the urge to go. The combination of large volumes of urine, and a dimmed, possibly non-existent urge to pee can result in a seriously over-full bladder.
... yet another reason to think twice before tying one on this weekend. But the real question is: how much do you need to drink to burst your bladder?
According to Dr Mohantha Dooldeniya, "Everyone is different, so it is impossible to put a figure on exactly what volume you would have to consume to rupture your bladder. But you would basically have to be so drunk that you can't remember anything, and have lost control over your body."
This is probably not a problem for most people who frequent this blog (except for me, about 3 or 4 years ago), but it's certainly true of many Londoners I see passing (out) on my street in the night, not to mention the throngs of American college students hitting the keg at fraternity parties every weekend.
Imagine if they all got so totally shit-faced that their bladders suddenly ruptured all at once: it would be the most foul "water balloon" fight of all time, an exploding bladder extravaganza! Bladders on the walls, in the street, in your hair. Stray bladders teaming up with the dog poop and chicken bones that give London sidewalks their distinctive personality.
So who's buying the first round?
Link (via Healthbolt)
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