Dec 26, 2007 11:45
I just got home from the hospital a few minutes ago. My mother and I both agreed to keep this between us. I lied and told her it was an accident, and that I was frustrated because I had pain from the acid reflux thing and I took a lot of pills without thinking, trying to kill the pain. She believed me...sort of. It sort of was an accident. I mean, yesterday was a shitty, depressing day after what happened with Lillian, and I wasn't thinking straight. Anyway, it was a long night, getting your stomach pumped is not fun and my throat is killing me. I'm glad daniel said what he did when he did and I'm glad there was still time and I'm glad I was able to calm down enough to sort of think straight and call the ambulance.
Now, I am actually anxious for 2008 to start so I can put all of this behind me and sort of start afresh. There's a lot I need to figure out, and there's a lot I need to learn to just accept and get over.
Last night was a close call, too close. Now I'm even more ready to move on. I just need to figure out how.
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