Having ingested roughly 300 pills of Attovan and Celexa, both by railing and oral ingestion, I did not feel so well on the bus to school. The bottle of Glenfiddich sloshing around on top of that did not help at all. And would have been an amazing high, if I hadn't overdone it. Six minutes into my bus ride, I had no clue what was happening or where I was. I puked and wasn't grossed out, only vaguely satisfied at the little sigh of shock and repulsion from the girl beside me as she pulled her shoes out of reach of my acidic puddle. I smirked inside, pulled the cord for the next stop, puked again, and fell out onto the curb. I sat there puking for another twenty minutes, before attempting the walk to school, where I could at least vomit in peace in a washroom stall. Wow. I don't remember that walk at all.... like, at all. I remember being pretty sure I wasn't going to make it, and the fact that I could barely see, or walk in a straight line.
I remember making it into a washroom stall, puking all over the floor, and having to move into another one. I have never in my life been so sure I was going to die. Think, though, I had 300 pills or so of sleeping pills and anti psychotics going through my blood stream (other than what got puked up). Lights were too bright, I actually went temporarily blind, and my heart was going 5x faster than it should have been. My nerves were shot, and I couldn't stop shaking, or puking, and my breath was like this pathetic dying butterfly on a porch light. An art teacher found me, and a guidance counselor looked at me disdainfully, and... put me on a bus home? =(! Dude. I puked all over the bus again and barely made it inside. Where I proceeded to fall into bed and stay there for five days drinking Gatorade while my hands stopped shaking and my heart returned to a normal speed.
Oh, on top of that? Salmonella poisoning from the dumbass boyfriend not cleaning the chopping block of raw chicken grease...
Well. I'm glad to look back at that and see how far I've come from being that pathetic.
Lesson to all: do not rail your prescription medications. Do not swallow them in excess. Do not drink excessively on top of that. And always, always clean your chopping block! The time you don't, it might save your life.
(Photo. That was a year ago. And SUCH a good chicken burger!)
I remember making it into a washroom stall, puking all over the floor, and having to move into another one. I have never in my life been so sure I was going to die. Think, though, I had 300 pills or so of sleeping pills and anti psychotics going through my blood stream (other than what got puked up). Lights were too bright, I actually went temporarily blind, and my heart was going 5x faster than it should have been. My nerves were shot, and I couldn't stop shaking, or puking, and my breath was like this pathetic dying butterfly on a porch light. An art teacher found me, and a guidance counselor looked at me disdainfully, and... put me on a bus home? =(! Dude. I puked all over the bus again and barely made it inside. Where I proceeded to fall into bed and stay there for five days drinking Gatorade while my hands stopped shaking and my heart returned to a normal speed.
Oh, on top of that? Salmonella poisoning from the dumbass boyfriend not cleaning the chopping block of raw chicken grease...
Well. I'm glad to look back at that and see how far I've come from being that pathetic.
Lesson to all: do not rail your prescription medications. Do not swallow them in excess. Do not drink excessively on top of that. And always, always clean your chopping block! The time you don't, it might save your life.
(Photo. That was a year ago. And SUCH a good chicken burger!)
No comments:
Post a Comment