What a way to start the weekend...
Saturday morning my girlfriend and I were woken by a phone call letting us know that her oldest friend had tried to commit suicide by overdosing on her medication. She was being flown by LifeFlight to another hospital as we were on the phone, so we ended up quickly throwing some clothes in a bag and driving the 2+ hours to the hospital to comfort her husband and assure him that everything was being done that could be.
I must say that its a pretty disturbing site to see someone laying in a hospital bed with a breathing tube in and the activated charcoal dried in her hair. Knowing that had she taken only a few more pills, she probably would be dead, or at least in much worse shape. I don't think I can understand the depression that someone would have to be living with that would make them think that ending their life is actually an alternative, although in this case, I think some of the ingredients for her depression were pretty obvious.
Thankfully as the day progressed the drug level in her blood began to lower (with the help of dialysis) and by 10:00pm, they were able to remove the breathing tube. My girlfriend and I drove back home that night and talked about how much we hoped and prayed that she gets the psycological help she needs since she has such a great life to live for.