Haven't posted for a while as have been going through a terrible time. About 6 weeks ago a awoke early one Sunday morning to find one of my housemates dead....well he had no pulse and wasn't breathing so I assume had suffered respiratory failure and subsequently cardiac arrest. I did my best for him, performing CPR until the ambulance got there (there' nit much you can do with no equipment or drugs by yourself). As it turned out there was nothing the ambulance crew could do either. I accompanied them down to the hospital and then the cop shop to give a statement. I mentioned that this was the same guy who I suspected of stealing my pain meds and it turns out he was well known to the police as an enforcer for a large drug gang and had done years inside for drugs and guns and had been a former heroin addict./ I mentioned to the cops about him nicking my pills and also that he had asked to borrow my phone earlier in the day as he said his was out of credit.....naturally then my phone was confiscated so they could look at all the numbers called and texts etc.
While I wasn't charged or anything since I had done nothing wrong, I've got to return to the police station 17th December to hopefully get my phone back and here the verdict of the coroners report. It turns out he was extremely well known to the police for extreme violence e and drug dealing/taking and was described to me as a total psychopath.
Although finding dead people and giving CPR is pretty much an everyday occurrence, the fallout from this has hit me hard. Although I've been advised both by the officer in charge and a lawyer friend of mind that since I've done nowt wrong I'll be fine and have nothing to worry about, non the less I'm bricking it as my whole career that I've worked so hard for is on the line.
It's just been an awful situation that I've been sucked into despite it having nothing to do with me and it's just awful to live with this hanging over my head. It turns ou that he'd already taken a shit load of diazapam (and I mean a shitload) along with half a dozen other things including my stolen methadone pills).
The policeman told me that no-one on this earth could make him take something he didn't want to and that he was incredibly reckless, taking everything and anything he could get his hands on and was universally hated by the police. I'm hoping that this combined with my solicitors advice will mean that on 17th December they will tell me it's case closed but finding a dead person whose death may or may not have been caused (at least in part) by stealing some of my medication has got me really scared with dozens of possible outcomes going through my mind..........What a fucking mess that I've been apparently drawn into despite committing no offense (to my knowledge anyway) and trying to save the guys life.
I'll let you know how it goes but inside it's tearing me apart on top of all the worries I had before this (housing - or the lack of along with girlfriend trouble, preparing to spend yet another xmas on my own in a pokey little bedsit, having no family or anyone to be with or exchange gifts with, spend xmas day with or have xmas dinner with.
This really is the stuff nightmares are made of!
