I deserved this I thought, holding the bag between my hands, wiping bile from my face. I was still extremely nauseas as I laid my head back onto the pillow. Mum sat next to me, reminding me to remember what it feels like so I wouldn't do it again. I rolled up my sleeves, exposing the scars and cuts, up and down my arms. It felt like I was in a sauna or some one had increased the temperature on the heater. I was boiling and had to lift the blankets of off me. By this time I was in the adolescent ward where I was supposedly going to stay all night.
Couple of hours went by and we still hadn't heard anything from the blood work. My mum decided to leave around 11pm when I was drifting of to sleep. Nothing could of warned me for the long night ahead. Not long after I was awaken by one of the doctors. I was in a shared room with three other beds so she swung the curtain closed and we had a small talk. I told her about my symptoms and she seemed to be quite concerned about the ringing in my ears.
There I was again, throwing up any thing I had left in my stomach. One of the nurses came by and handing me an anti-nausea tablet that dissolved on my tongue. The taste was horrible, sweet but with a disgusting flavour. The one I had in the emergency room a month before, I remembered tasting a lot better than this one did.
I sat up in my bed in this dark room, looking out to the nurses desk. I could hear them saying my name. Whats going on, I thought. It didn't sound good. By the few words I could hear, I put them together and realised it was worse then I thought. Originally the doctor came in and told me my blood work is okay at the moment and that I wouldn't need to go on the drip. Oh boy, were they wrong. The doctor who saw me earlier, I heard her talking to poison control asking what they should do.
Unexpectedly, I had five different people come into my room, packing up my belongings and getting my stuff together to leave.
"Where am I going?" I pleaded for answers.
"We can't treat you here," one of the doctor's said.
It felt like they were treating me as someone who wasn't with it. I believe they should of told me that my levels were dangerously high and should of told me the truth up front. I mean I was expecting the worst anyway. I did it to myself and I knew there was going to be a price to pay.
Although, this was certainly the scariest thing I had encountered yet. I had a big oxygen tank hanging of the end of my bed and a resuscitation kit by my feet. They were getting ready for the worse and so was I.
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In The Hands Of The ICU
Non-FictionTRIGGER WARNING! A suicidal teen giving up on life. Living with severe depression and losing hope of ever getting better. After an overdose, she was found by family and taken by ambulance in critical condition. Was the doctors and nurses in the pae...