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transpaoA good friend of mine called me from the hospital last night sluring her speach and unable to stand. apparently she became upset at work about 4 hours earlier and proceeded to take an overdose of Klonapin.
When she passed out at her desk her retarded as work called her husband to come pick her up rather than 911. So 4 hours after her OD she was still sitting in a waiting room in the ER not even treoged yet. FUCK!
Thankfull the dose of meds she took was not fatal. Though I have not heard from her since before she saw the counseler last night, my best guess is that she was 10/13'd. Which is the first responsible thing someone in the situation did.
The only real other thing going on now is that I'm trying to get my nerve up to go pester the managers over at my local starbucks for a job. I haven't any idea why this is such an overwhelmingly anxiety provoking thing for me, but it is.
When she passed out at her desk her retarded as work called her husband to come pick her up rather than 911. So 4 hours after her OD she was still sitting in a waiting room in the ER not even treoged yet. FUCK!
Thankfull the dose of meds she took was not fatal. Though I have not heard from her since before she saw the counseler last night, my best guess is that she was 10/13'd. Which is the first responsible thing someone in the situation did.
The only real other thing going on now is that I'm trying to get my nerve up to go pester the managers over at my local starbucks for a job. I haven't any idea why this is such an overwhelmingly anxiety provoking thing for me, but it is.
