Posted by Andre Allard on November 6, 2000, at 22:13:17
Thursday night was when I wrote here last. That night, after being on the computer here at the school I went home.
As the night grew so did my depression and by 10pm I was sinking fast.
I had an Advertising exam the next afternoon and I went to study with a couple of friends at their house.
I found myself unable to retain any amount of information while studying. I had had enough and decided that this was going to have to be one of those exams that I miss due to my depression - I just could not study.
So, I got up, packed my books and left the house, leaving my study friends wondering why I was leaving so early.
The entire way home, I wepped like a baby and had to take actually stop in the mall parking lot to cry on my knees. My pants got a little wet though since it was raining.
When I got home at around 1:30am, I went directly to my bedroom, grapped a couple of bottles I had of Xanax and zyprexa and a mickey of whiskey to wash everything down with.
Fastforward to Saturday afternoon.
I wake up, in a hospital bed, wearing nothing but a geriatric diaper and hooked up to a bunch of machines and electrode-thing-a-mijjiggies.
It seems as though a couple of pedestrians found me face flat in the ground, lying unconscious in the rain (that could explain my black eye and the 6 inch cut across my jaw).
At some point during the night, someone must have performed C.P.R. on me because when I woke up my sternum (breast bone) was sore as hell! I don't know whether this means that my heart stopped but I was told that while in the I.C. unit, my heart was very weak all the way up until Saturday night.
Well, I got out of there Sunday afternoon and here I am, typing away at the school, telling a story about the time when I almost took a trip to the "Big City in the Sky".
poster:Andre Allard
thread:48316
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