Post Suicide Attempt: Prologue – https://sophiebuck.wordpress.com/2013/10/29/post-suicide-attempt-prologue/
This post is going to be choppy and confusing because it is going to be about when I woke up from trying to overdose on pills. You are going to experience this like I remember it.
I wake up sprawled over my bed with vomit on the floor, on myself, and on the bed. I go right back to sleep.
I wake up again.
I remember telling the girl who lived in the dorm room beside me, who is now my roommate, that I need to go to the hospital. She must have gotten my residence advisor because now I’m in her car.
Now I’m sitting on a chair waiting in line to see a nurse in the ER.
I’m was over a toilet, throwing up. Apparently this happened several times, but I only remember it happening once.
I’m in a hospital bed. My dad is holding me up, hugging me. My stepmom is standing behind him. I think he told me how much I scared him and that he loves me.
I ask for my mom.
I’m listening to my headphones and I am alone. A nurse comes and takes my phone and headphones away because I’m not allowed to have a phone with me.
I wake up after trying to roll over in my bed and tugging on the IV that is now in my arm. A woman I do not know is sitting by my bed, reading a magazine.
My bed is being wheeled somewhere else in the hospital. I’m starting to become a little more lucid. I learn that the woman who was sitting in my room is my personal support worker. She’s there to watch me in case I try to hurt myself again. She and one or two nurses bring me to a room in the ICU.
At some point, my dad arrives with clothes. When he is gone, my personal support worker says that it’s nice how involved my dad is. It’s usually the moms who do everything to make their kids comfortable.
“It’s midterm time in school right now, isn’t is?” she asks.
“It can be a stressful time.”
“Is that part of what happened to you?”
“No,” I say. “I was doing just fine in all of my courses.”
Two of my friends come to visit me. One of them brought me graphic novels to read. They stay until my parents show up with my brother and sister.
My sister looks terrified; I know she doesn’t like hospitals. She is sitting on the window ledge in the corner of the room.
At some point, I take a shower and realize that my dad only brought me pants. I keep wearing my hospital gown as a shirt.
A few of my friends from residence come to visit me. It could be the same day; it might not be.
I only really start to remember things on my third or fourth day in the hospital. I’m in my own room with an en-suite bathroom, but I have to leave the door open when I shower and go to the washroom so that my personal support workers can keep an eye on me. I don’t have much of an appetite for anything except toast. I’m not allowed to have anything within reach, so I have to ask my personal support worker for books or whatever else I might want. Except there isn’t really anything else that I’m allowed to have. I am not allowed electronics, but the nurses let me watch tv anyway. Whenever I have to go to the bathroom, I have to ask my personal support worker to get a nurse to take the IV out of my arm. Eventually, my dad brings me some shirts, and I start to get used to the way things are even though I want nothing more to go home.
Post Suicide Attempt: Chapter 2 – https://sophiebuck.wordpress.com/2013/11/12/post-suicide-attempt-chapter-2/