Sup Holla Forums Hikkichan here so on Friday night to Saturday morning (1:00 AM or so) I had taken 10 grams of Tylenol. That’s about 20 extra strength Tylenol pills, 500 mg each. I am really not suicidal, no matter what I say, but for some reason this time I did it. I wasn’t even thinking.
So, right after I took the pills, I panicked. I searched online what it could do, I talked to Aconcit and Butters, and then I got dressed and went outside and ran all the way down a block to call Poison Control.
Poison Control told me to tell my dad so I walked home, cussing to myself, and I told my dad. He didn’t believe me and thought I only took 2, but I said I took 20. He told me to go to bed. I went to my room, crying, and talked to Aconcit again and called Poison Control. Poison Control was connecting me to 911 when suddenly, my dad came in and was all “HANG UP THE PHONE”
He then took the laptop away and turned it off, then went downstairs and I followed. I sat on the couch and Poison Control called me back, trying to get my name and address so that they can send an ambulance. My dad kept yelling at me to hang up while I told them everything, then I hung up and yelled at him, telling him it was Poison Control.
So that fucker called the hospital and said he’d take me there. Then, we got in the car and my dad asked me who I was talking to on the couch. I said “I TOLD YOU, IT WAS POISON CONTROL SENDING AN AMBULANCE!!” and he said “WHAT? YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME” so I made a >_> face. So, he called Poison Control and asked to stop the ambulance from coming, then I got to the ER, and I was there for like 10 hours, then I was in the hospital room.
They said I had to take 17 doses of Mucomyst, but all the Tylenol was out of my system by the first day so I only had to take 5-7. They had me on Suicide Watch, so they had to watch me go to the bathroom and someone had to sit in my room and watch me 24/7.
After I was all clean, Sunday, they sent me to a Psych Ward. I was on Suicide Watch level 3, which is the second highest level, and so I had to be watched when I go to the bathroom again, and I had to sleep on a bed in the main room of the unit.
The second day of the hospital I was lowered to level 2, so I could shower on my own, go to the bathroom on my own, etc. So then, I took the first shower I has taken in 5 days. (Nothing different, I HATE showers. Not that I like being dirty, but I just find showers stressful.)
Then, I was eventually let out and now I am home. HNNNNNNG. There’s more to the story, but I’m typing up the basics."