Years ago we all piled up to Glastonbury for the music festival/major drinking session. On the Saturday night after spending what seemed like 24 hours of drinking we found we'd run out of beer, so drunk as we were we went in search of some more. As beer was so expensive on site we went further a field, finally ended up at a pub at the end of a long country road and continued where we'd left off. Last orders were finally called so we brought three crates of beer and headed back. Part way down the country lane Sara needed the loo and staggered off into the bushes for a leak. Back at the site the beer was soon flowing and by the end of the evening most of us had pasted out (some even in their own tents).
The next morning Sara woke with a scream and was in a serious amount of pain. After finding out where the nearest hospital was we headed off with Sara curled up in the back of the van whimpering to herself. She was quickly admitted into A&E and we all waited in reception for her trying to fend of our throbbing hangovers. Nearly an hour pasted when she emerged, her face was bright red and she was walking a little strangely. Concerned we asked what had been wrong but she refused to tell us. Back in the van we badgered her to tell us what had happened which she finally did.
The night before when she’d going into the bushes for a piss, she’d grabbed some leaves to wipe herself with. Unknown to her at the time (probably due to being drunk) she accidentally wiped herself with stinging nettles. If that wasn't bad enough she'd spend a quarter of hour naked from the waist down with her legs in stirrups being smeared in cream.