Severus Snape
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How's that for an interesting thread title? Well, it's true. I didn't mean for it to go about that way, but I reckon that's what I get for wanting a better slumber. See, when you're a chronic insomniac, you do whatever it takes to get at least a few hours of that beautiful sleep. Unfortunately, the only way I'm able to do that is by taking sleeping pills, which are not meant to be used past a few weeks, and which the body builds a tolerance to rather quickly, so that you need to take more to get the desired effect.
Well, yesterday wasn't such a good day, so I wanted nothing more than to just have the most glorious sleep in the universe, so that at least the day wasn't such a complete waste. Instead, I got over six hours or absolute Hell.
I did manage to get like, an hour and a half of very good sleep--which was unfortunately interrupted by a sudden urge to vomit--first sign of a dosage screw-up. I wasn't intending to do that, of course, and I thought maybe it was a stomach virus or something, but in hindsight I can see it was my body reacting to the meds. So, that was quite disgusting.
Apparently, that was followed by shaking and general 'jitteriness'. I stepped outside only to retrieve a paper towel with which to clean up the puke. I ran into some lady in the hallway who thought I was drunk [I wasn't, just highly sedated and exhausted, I guess.] So, she said something about fetching security, and that's what happened. I kept telling them that I didn't really need to go to the E.R. but they said I did, because of my shaking. So, after back-and-forth arguing, they decided that I should go, so I did.
I don't recall much of what happened, but apparently, I was completely incoherent [I remember being fairly coherent, though.] According to someone, I was just randomly changing subjects, and I kept talking about Michael (???) which I do not at all remember doing. Jeez, I must have been as high as a kite then. =/
Anyway, once we got back to the hospital, they hooked me up to an I.V. on both arms, and put an oxygen mask on me. They also had me strapped to the heart monitor, which apparently said that my heart was beating at 145 beats per minute, while resting (which highly deviates from the standardly accepted 60-80 bpm in the resting heart rate of an average adult.) So, really, I could have died of cardiac arrest right there and then--had it not been for that lady who got security. I honest to goodness didn't think it was that big of a deal, but if I was making no sense and talking about Michael and other random things, switching the subject every 5 seconds, and shaking--well, that pretty much sums up the experience.
So, yeah, that's my story lol. All that happened yesterday. I'll have to be more careful with my measurements in future.
Well, yesterday wasn't such a good day, so I wanted nothing more than to just have the most glorious sleep in the universe, so that at least the day wasn't such a complete waste. Instead, I got over six hours or absolute Hell.
I did manage to get like, an hour and a half of very good sleep--which was unfortunately interrupted by a sudden urge to vomit--first sign of a dosage screw-up. I wasn't intending to do that, of course, and I thought maybe it was a stomach virus or something, but in hindsight I can see it was my body reacting to the meds. So, that was quite disgusting.
Apparently, that was followed by shaking and general 'jitteriness'. I stepped outside only to retrieve a paper towel with which to clean up the puke. I ran into some lady in the hallway who thought I was drunk [I wasn't, just highly sedated and exhausted, I guess.] So, she said something about fetching security, and that's what happened. I kept telling them that I didn't really need to go to the E.R. but they said I did, because of my shaking. So, after back-and-forth arguing, they decided that I should go, so I did.
I don't recall much of what happened, but apparently, I was completely incoherent [I remember being fairly coherent, though.] According to someone, I was just randomly changing subjects, and I kept talking about Michael (???) which I do not at all remember doing. Jeez, I must have been as high as a kite then. =/
Anyway, once we got back to the hospital, they hooked me up to an I.V. on both arms, and put an oxygen mask on me. They also had me strapped to the heart monitor, which apparently said that my heart was beating at 145 beats per minute, while resting (which highly deviates from the standardly accepted 60-80 bpm in the resting heart rate of an average adult.) So, really, I could have died of cardiac arrest right there and then--had it not been for that lady who got security. I honest to goodness didn't think it was that big of a deal, but if I was making no sense and talking about Michael and other random things, switching the subject every 5 seconds, and shaking--well, that pretty much sums up the experience.
So, yeah, that's my story lol. All that happened yesterday. I'll have to be more careful with my measurements in future.
Wow... How many pills did you take?... That's really not good, you could've died!..... This reminds of my best friend's friend, who unfortunately was high on salvia, and spoke incoherent things and she's almost convinced she got raped in the park where they found her. She has some mental problem which makes her unstable, but I remember her being admitted into a psychiatric institution shortly after Michael passed.. She was that shaken. She's taking treatment now, she's got much deeper issues than the Michael story.
