Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: first off, after a bit of lurking i've decided to make an account solely to post this.

a little back story is:
i've been out of work for the past couple of months due to a shoulder surgery i had earlier this year. i've finally been ok'd by my doctor to go ahead and start physical therapy to get my body, and more importantly my shoulder, back into shape.

due to all this free time i've had, it's been quite easy to decide that drinking is a fun past time. so generally i'll go over to a buddies house, cook up a simple meal, and drink some cold beers. for the longest time this was quite alright and i've built up a solid tolerance for alcohol.

today (june 12) was my first day of physical therapy with a greek olympic trainer. last night was my buddies last night in town before going back to his college apartment. now, i'm sure all of you can guess where my priorities as a 23 year old male lied.... 

i drank an ass ton of beer. one of those, beer run 10 minutes before they stopped selling alcohol type of nights. i finally walked my drunk ass home just on the dot of 6 a.m. my physical therapy was in 4 hours and i wanted to get some rest. so i drunkenly jerked one out and off to slumberland i went.

i woke up around 9:30 and i didn't feel horrible but i definitely didn't feel swell, that is, until i stood up and felt the weight of all that booze hit the bottom of my stomach like niagara falls crashing down. i drudged my way to the fridge for some cold water and took one drink. unfortunately that one drink set me off and i began praying to the porcelain gods. i'll spare the details of the taste and how one it starts and you smell it, it's hard not to continue. thusly i dealt with that issue just in time to get my happy ass to pt.

my ignorance told me that physical therapy was just some light shoulder exercising and working out the scar tissue. this pile of self loathing and sick feelings tells me how painfully wrong i was. that single hour and a half was by far the most horrific display of my out of shapedness coupled with the cries of agony. it started simple, and i got arrogant, "haha this is great i feel so good ha ha ha!" then it began, the hell of her ab workouts and elastic band punching and horse shit like that. not only were they exhausting, but the concoction of way too much water and left over shitty beer from the night before began to churn in ways that i can't begin to explain. the color quickly drained from my face in the middle of "elasto band curls of hell" and i quickly dropped all activities and made for the bathroom. i projectile vomited the shit out of that bathroom. everywhere, for atleast 5 minutes i was groaning in between blurblublub guuuuhs and crying myself into faux sleep only to be awoken by another vomit spree.

after all the fun we finished that hell workout, which nearly brought me back to vomiting multiple times, and she finished by letting me know that i'm in trouble for next time... great i've already a bad reputation with what i can only imagine is a very disciplined woman, after only my first day.

my next therapy day is saturday....

dear reddit,
today i fucked up.

TIFU: hung over physical therapy.