I remember someone was looking for a book on Anna's story?? Well I think this is what you were talking about..
Kinda makes you think.
Everyone Please Becareful
The Daily Telegraph, Sydney, Australia - Friday, May 24, 1996.
"The Ecstasy and the Agony" - Mike Gibson
For all the kids in this city who are going out for a rave this weekend,
this is how 15-year-old Anna Wood died last October. She took an ecstasy
tablet, and went dancing with friends at a club in George Street,
Broadway.
I could try putting what happened in my own words. A traditional review.
But nothing could be more graphic than the words of journalist Bronwyn
Donaghy. Bronwyn has written a book called Anna's Story. It will be
published next week.
"I'm having the best night of my life," repeated Anna to her friends.
"I'm having the best night of my life."
Alexia thinks it was about 5AM when she noticed Anna sitting on a boy's
lap at the edge of the dance floor. "I went up to talk to her and I could
see from her face that she was really drugged out. Her face was
everywhere, her eyes were rolling around in her head, she was sweating.
Her jaw was wobbling. She was clenching and unclenching her fists. Her
facial movements kept changing."
Anna's face was pale and waxy. She vomited, splashing the boy she was
with and the other people beside him. Horrified, she leapt up and ran
towards the toilets.
"I ran in after her," said Chloe. "I got there just as she collapsed. I
caught her and sat her down on the floor, so she could heave into the
toilet bowl. I started to scream."
It was a 45-minute drive to Belrose. "On the way, she said she couldn't
feel her lips or her legs," said Chloe. "I asked her if she thought we
should take her to see a doctor, but she didn't answer."
Chloe and Jeff pushed Anna through the front door and up the stairs to
Chloe's bedroom. She vomited on the way.
"We left her in bed and tried to clean up the mess on the stairs," said
Chloe. "Then we heard this big thump and went up to see what happened.
She was lying against the door and we couldn't get it open. I could hear
her vomiting. I finally pushed the door open far enough to get in. She'd
thrown up on the floor. I put her back into bed. She wasn't talking any
more, just retching and throwing up and rolling around on the bed."
"We weren't scared for ourselves," said Alexia, sounding terrified. "We
were very scared for Anna. We knew that if Anna's Mum found out what
she'd been doing that she would never let us see Anna again."
So they woke up Chloe's mother, Judy, and said Anna was sick in Chloe's
bed and that someone had spiked her Coke, possibly with drugs.
"She was curled up in a ball on the bed, facing the doorway," said Judy,
"covered in vomit."
"You'd better come," said Judy to Angela, Anna's mother. "Anna's ill.
There's something wrong."
It was 10AM. Angela swept through the front door and upstairs into the
bedroom where her daughter lay. She saw a clammy, cramping waif, sweating
and smelling of sick, delirious and out of control. Her hair was matted
with vomit and she had wet herself - her jeans were stained with urine.
"What have you done to her?" screamed Angela. "Where have you been?"
"It was a drink she had at the Go-Kart club," they gabbled. "Someone must
have spiked her drink."
Anna's father Tony was attempting to keep Anna conscious. "Don't die,
darling," he whispered. "You have to keep breathing".
In the distance, they all heard the siren. Anna was taken to the Royal
North Shore hospital.
"They told us then they were pretty sure that her brain was gone," said
Tony. "They had a little cemetery at the hospital. Angie was there,
crying and screaming."
Angela watched the people come and say goodbye to her daughter in a haze
of grief and exhaustion. Tears ran down their faces. How could this
still, white child be that lovely, bouncing talking, lively, vividly
smiling Anna Wood?
On Tuesday afternoon Angela and Tony agreed that their daughter's vital
organs - heart, lungs, pancreas, liver and kidneys were to be removed for
donation. At 8PM the family left the intensive care unit after Anna had
been wheeled away for the final oper ation. In the early hours of the
morning they saw their daughter again, but she was no longer the Anna they
remembered.
"She lay there like stone," said her father. Anna Wood, a girl as golden
and warm as a sun-ripened peach, was cold.
Ecstasy is a drug which causes stimulation and hallucination to a highly
abnormal degree. Its real name is MDMA - the name of the chemical from
which it is made.
There is no doubt that the poisonous chemical, MDMA, would have changed
the way messages were carried to and from Anna's brain. Anna's brain
swelled so much that the lower end or stem was forced down through the
hole in the base of the skull where the spinal cord joins the brain.
This hole is called the foramen magnum.
[Ed Note: If MDMA is a "poisonous chemical" then so is Aspirin -- lamont]
The brain stem contains the body's respiratory drive. Once it was pushed
down through the foramen magnum, the mechanics of respiration would have
stopped working. Normal breathing would have stopped.
"Anna didn't do drugs like we did," said Chloe. "She smoked some pot over
the last nine months or so but apart from that she might have had one
trip, at a fireworks night - she didn't like it - and I think she tried
speed once. She took half an ecstasy tablet about a month before she
passed away. We were at a local rave party. Her parents didn't know and
it wasn't far from home so she would have just said she was staying with
one of us for the night".
Anna Wood was a lovely girl. Everybody said so. She died on October 24,
1995.
Kinda makes you think.
Everyone Please Becareful
The Daily Telegraph, Sydney, Australia - Friday, May 24, 1996.
"The Ecstasy and the Agony" - Mike Gibson
For all the kids in this city who are going out for a rave this weekend,
this is how 15-year-old Anna Wood died last October. She took an ecstasy
tablet, and went dancing with friends at a club in George Street,
Broadway.
I could try putting what happened in my own words. A traditional review.
But nothing could be more graphic than the words of journalist Bronwyn
Donaghy. Bronwyn has written a book called Anna's Story. It will be
published next week.
"I'm having the best night of my life," repeated Anna to her friends.
"I'm having the best night of my life."
Alexia thinks it was about 5AM when she noticed Anna sitting on a boy's
lap at the edge of the dance floor. "I went up to talk to her and I could
see from her face that she was really drugged out. Her face was
everywhere, her eyes were rolling around in her head, she was sweating.
Her jaw was wobbling. She was clenching and unclenching her fists. Her
facial movements kept changing."
Anna's face was pale and waxy. She vomited, splashing the boy she was
with and the other people beside him. Horrified, she leapt up and ran
towards the toilets.
"I ran in after her," said Chloe. "I got there just as she collapsed. I
caught her and sat her down on the floor, so she could heave into the
toilet bowl. I started to scream."
It was a 45-minute drive to Belrose. "On the way, she said she couldn't
feel her lips or her legs," said Chloe. "I asked her if she thought we
should take her to see a doctor, but she didn't answer."
Chloe and Jeff pushed Anna through the front door and up the stairs to
Chloe's bedroom. She vomited on the way.
"We left her in bed and tried to clean up the mess on the stairs," said
Chloe. "Then we heard this big thump and went up to see what happened.
She was lying against the door and we couldn't get it open. I could hear
her vomiting. I finally pushed the door open far enough to get in. She'd
thrown up on the floor. I put her back into bed. She wasn't talking any
more, just retching and throwing up and rolling around on the bed."
"We weren't scared for ourselves," said Alexia, sounding terrified. "We
were very scared for Anna. We knew that if Anna's Mum found out what
she'd been doing that she would never let us see Anna again."
So they woke up Chloe's mother, Judy, and said Anna was sick in Chloe's
bed and that someone had spiked her Coke, possibly with drugs.
"She was curled up in a ball on the bed, facing the doorway," said Judy,
"covered in vomit."
"You'd better come," said Judy to Angela, Anna's mother. "Anna's ill.
There's something wrong."
It was 10AM. Angela swept through the front door and upstairs into the
bedroom where her daughter lay. She saw a clammy, cramping waif, sweating
and smelling of sick, delirious and out of control. Her hair was matted
with vomit and she had wet herself - her jeans were stained with urine.
"What have you done to her?" screamed Angela. "Where have you been?"
"It was a drink she had at the Go-Kart club," they gabbled. "Someone must
have spiked her drink."
Anna's father Tony was attempting to keep Anna conscious. "Don't die,
darling," he whispered. "You have to keep breathing".
In the distance, they all heard the siren. Anna was taken to the Royal
North Shore hospital.
"They told us then they were pretty sure that her brain was gone," said
Tony. "They had a little cemetery at the hospital. Angie was there,
crying and screaming."
Angela watched the people come and say goodbye to her daughter in a haze
of grief and exhaustion. Tears ran down their faces. How could this
still, white child be that lovely, bouncing talking, lively, vividly
smiling Anna Wood?
On Tuesday afternoon Angela and Tony agreed that their daughter's vital
organs - heart, lungs, pancreas, liver and kidneys were to be removed for
donation. At 8PM the family left the intensive care unit after Anna had
been wheeled away for the final oper ation. In the early hours of the
morning they saw their daughter again, but she was no longer the Anna they
remembered.
"She lay there like stone," said her father. Anna Wood, a girl as golden
and warm as a sun-ripened peach, was cold.
Ecstasy is a drug which causes stimulation and hallucination to a highly
abnormal degree. Its real name is MDMA - the name of the chemical from
which it is made.
There is no doubt that the poisonous chemical, MDMA, would have changed
the way messages were carried to and from Anna's brain. Anna's brain
swelled so much that the lower end or stem was forced down through the
hole in the base of the skull where the spinal cord joins the brain.
This hole is called the foramen magnum.
[Ed Note: If MDMA is a "poisonous chemical" then so is Aspirin -- lamont]
The brain stem contains the body's respiratory drive. Once it was pushed
down through the foramen magnum, the mechanics of respiration would have
stopped working. Normal breathing would have stopped.
"Anna didn't do drugs like we did," said Chloe. "She smoked some pot over
the last nine months or so but apart from that she might have had one
trip, at a fireworks night - she didn't like it - and I think she tried
speed once. She took half an ecstasy tablet about a month before she
passed away. We were at a local rave party. Her parents didn't know and
it wasn't far from home so she would have just said she was staying with
one of us for the night".
Anna Wood was a lovely girl. Everybody said so. She died on October 24,
1995.
