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08/09/11(Tue)19:02 No.6619700>>6619684
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of the nurses were being really shitty about me being in there for a
drug overdose. They kept lecturing me about not doing drugs, how I am
too young to do this to myself, and kept asking me why over and over if I
tried to commit suicide. I kept mouthing to them it was an accident but
they didn't seem to care. I later dated an ER nurse and he said a lot
of time nurses are really shitty to drug overdose patients because they
view you as a waste of their time and resources. However, they were
helpful in some areas, they made sure I was comfortable and when I felt
like I started to loose consciousness I would start counting, and they'd
count too.
True to my fashion, I am a shameless flirt, and
actually hit on the only male ER nurse. I got his attention and made him
bend down next to me and I mouthed to him "You have the most beautiful
eyes I have ever seen." He smiled and said thanks. I asked him to hold
my hand because I was scared, which I was. He stood with me for a bit,
then said he had to go because his shift was ending. I started to cry
and he came back to hold my hand. I remember looking at him, smiling,
then looking at the clock, it was 6:30am. I blinked, then the clock said
7am and he was gone!
About 7:30 I was able to breathe on my own
and started to find the breathing tube really uncomfortable. I started
fucking around with it by holding my breath, breathing too fast and
doing things to make the machine beep and freak out the nurses. They
eventually came and took the tube out, it hurt like a bitch coming out
but it was nice that I could talk again. They wheeled me up to ICU and
now that I could talk I was able to tell the nurses that kept lecturing
me that it was an accident (they gave me skeptical looks), I didn't know
there were drugs in that drink, etc. At least I was able to actually
tell them stuff instead of mouthing to them.
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