roommate_hospitalization jane i walked into the house today around noon. carrie was sitting on the couch, smoking a clove & watching a movie. "whatcha watching? oh, taxi driver. cool," i said. 'i'm not really... watching... this..." she said. her lack of a complete response wasn't really abnormal or anything, but she kept rubbing her eyes, really slow like. "are you okay?" i asked. no response. i figured i would just take a shower & when i came out i would ask her again. when i got out i went into cris' room. "what's up with carrie?" i asked. "i don't know," she said. "i tried to talk to her earlier & she just kept rubbing her eyes." "should we try to talk to her?" "i don't know, man. i don't know." so we get dressed & realize that carrie is not really there at this point. she was holding a bottle of pills - bupropion (wellbutrin). also we found a new bottle of vodka that was a quarter empty. i used to take wellbutrin & i know it isn't really supposed to be mixed with alcohol. she kept slowly grabbing for more pills, for any booze she could see. she even kept reaching to the same spot after we took the pills away. i call e; he just passed his emt courses so i figured at the very least he would know whether or not she should be sitting up or laying down, i mean hell i don't know this stuff. do we give her water? he says he'll be over soon. when he walks in she sees him & turns the other way, tries to go out the back door. he takes her pulse & calls an ambulance. they come in & they're asking all sorts of questions about her medical history & we feel stupid telling them how little we know about her from living with her for five months, um... she plays the cello, has a history of depression. i know she doesn't get along with her father very well. she was drinking with me last night, but things seemed okay, nothing really out of the ordinary. she drinks quite a bit (however she was in a household of alkies so it's not like we were ones to judge). she wouldn't talk to any of us. i hadn't heard her say_anything since i walked in the door. after the ambulance left, we all just sat for a couple of minutes. as cris & i were getting up to go to the hospital, & e was leaving to go back to work, carrie's father & brother are walking up the stairs. i'm sure they got dumbfounded looks from all three of us. "is carrie here?" "uh.....no......" "do you know where she went?" "actually....she just went to the hospital in an ambulance...." "is she hurt? what happened?" "we're not really sure...... she's at kaiser north......." weird, man. weird. what are the odds? maybe she wanted them to find her? cris & i had to stop for food on the way to the hospital because we were both really hungry. when we got there, it was hell to find a parking spot within a mile of emergency. at the counter, the lady tells us that she can't disclose any information about carrie; she has requested not to see anyone. "is her family at least up there with her?" "she has requested not to see anyone." "did they leave?" "i don't know where they went." "is she...alive??" "yes. she's alive." so we leave a note saying something like we've both been in similar situations, we know how lonely it can be. if you need anything at all you can call us. we weren't really sure what to write. leaving the hospital, we realized we forgot to write down our phone numbers. 061229 ... stork daddy whoa 061230 ... r_r . 091117 ... evil birdmad if i had known what a douchebag he would turn out to be several months later, i would have come home later and been slower in guessing that Damian was suffering from appendicitis yes, i'm saying i should have let him die would have saved me a lot of trouble later 091118 ... fghio fghio 101114 what's it to you? who go blather from