(Edit: this post was essentially founded on this damn video... Anyone who has been with me when I have been to the ER knows that I just find the whole process terribly funny... surgery, catheters, all of it... this time I couldn't help but hallucinate scenes from the meaning of life You remember, the little machine that goes BING! However that red light on the top of the monitor was an alert that my vital signs were critical, which of course I found very amusing. So what to do? Have Charly take a video and blog it from the ER! Almost as good as that panorama shot from the aurora bridge with a "last post"... but no... not that time yet ;-)
(EDIT II: oh yeah... btw, sorry if this post is TMI, someone told me that this was the penultimate TMI, but let's face it kids, I finally ended up in the ER, and it was really spooky and it was rather close, so, that's life/death/whatever... to quote AOS, "and now for reality!")
18 ambien
20'ish Carisopradol
30'ish Dilaudid
some beverage of high proof.
Came on about as subtly as a punch to the face.
A certain gemini inferred that it was a weak cocktail.
but I wasn't suicidal.
I just wanted to turn the brain off and quit thinking about...
you know... stuff!
Suicide requires a Rope or a Wakizashi or Semtex.
Leaves an epic mess.
Suicide is a vengeance.
I just wanted to go hide.
When the pills kicked in,
got irrational, kept going,
hiding was dying.
eh.
It happens.
So... Charly woke up with me throwing up in the bathroom...
So I was not able to keep everything down,
which I suppose is best.
She got me to Harborview...
and somehow or another we talked them into letting me come home.
I was pretty open to suggestion.
I would have gone to a worse place if I had stayed in their ward, better here.
That fucking witch screaming:
"JOHNPUTYOURHEADDOWNJOHN!!!"
wierd.
Yeah.
I was not in the mood...
to deal with crazys that were fixating on me in the ER.
srry.
