Here's how it happened:
Anyway, sunday evening 9:30pm, I was drifting off to sleep nicely opiated. I get a phonecall from a good friend whom I had spent a year in rehab with and who has been falling off the wagon more and more lately together with some chick (the one mentioned above..) who was also there in rehab with us and is a diagnosed borderliner. Anyway, I don't answer and I don't intend to. 2 minutes later he calls me again, I don't answer again, I'm thinking it's sunday evening, I could be asleep (I almost was asleep until he kept waking me twice in a row), I want my peace and quiet now. But 5 minutes later I'm wide awake and decide to call him back anyway, and just politely decline anything he suggests we do this evening. Calling back... Big mistake!
He was with this chick, he just woke up and was unable to wake her. Not knowing the full extent of the drugs she had consumed he was panicking (rightfully so). I just said call an ambulance, which he didn't want to do because (believe it or not!) 2 weeks ago the same shit happened, only that time they both OD'd and ended up in the hospital. So they would both be in a LOT of trouble if they had to go to the hospital. He's begging me to come over and help him. So I say 'sure, if you can pick me up' (I don't have any transportation and wasn't about to take the bus for this). He picks me up and to her place we go.
When we get there she is completely non-responsive, very raspy breathing but not really shallow which I guess was good. The next 3 hours were just us trying to bring her back to consciousness. We actually gave her some amphetamines in hopes of it bringing her out of it. We both assumed she had overdone it mainly with the downers, the way she was looking, so amphetamines seemed a viable thing to give her en lieu of calling an ambulance or taking her to the hospital. I kept thinking (and I must've said it at least 30 times as well) that she needed a hospital. I tried to give her some water, tried talking to her, waking her, putting her in a safe position incase she threw up. You know, I did everything (as little as it was...) I could.
Inside I'm kind of pissed off at the dude for involving me in his bullshit. I had litterally nothing to do with anything she took - whatsoever. Yet if police or the ambulance had to have been called, I would probably be in some kind of trouble as well. He did not seem to take this into account at all. Only the shit he'd be in (because of this happening twice in a row). I of course don't whine about it. But I do tell him that by 1AM I 'have to go home' (I didn't 'have to' do anything), because he seemed to expect me to just stay there all night because of the bullshit those 2 got in. I only did it because he is a friend, I hardly have had any contact with that chick since I left rehab. Why should I be concerned with her? Right, I did it for my friend. That is all.
So now I'm back home, but my night is royally screwed. He asked me to stay available online to which I said yes, but when I'm tired and if I fall asleep, so be it. I think I've done enough.
God dammit, I was so nicely nodding at 9:30PM with a whole nice, stress-free, evening ahead of me; nicely nodding while smoking my last weed. Now it's almost 2AM with this friend who keeps bugging me on fb with questions he should be asking the paramedics in an ambulance. Not me.
I'm gonna get nice and high and respond to him when (or if) I get around to it. And if any of it sounds serious I'll tell him 'call an ambulance, that's the only advice I can give you, period.'.
TL;DR: Friend calls me up, picks me up to help him deal with an OD situation with some chick I know but who isn't my friend or anything because he can't call ambulance (because reasons..), I spend my entire evening dealing with this crazy, at first K.O. and then half awake but nowhere near conscious chick who keeps flailing around with her arms and legs uttering gibberish. Tried feeding her water, and speed to wake her up. None of it worked. He still didn't want to go to hospital. I said I had to go at 1AM which wasn't true, I didn't have to. He expected me to just stay there all night if need be. Fuck that, I think I did enough by just coming in the first place. He fucked up my entire sunday evening already and I think he should be grateful of what I did instead of whining about me not staying.
I can't stand it when people fuck up that massively with drugs and then won't call an ambulance. Despite all the trouble it might land them both in, it was what she needed. You don't toy with a human life like that.
IF he ends up being pissed off about my leaving instead of being grateful about me coming in the first place, he's going on my IRL shitlist. For real.
