Let Me Tell You About The Time I ODād
I was 19 and at work, and had the beginning of a migraine brewing. I worked as a receptionist for a timeshare line that my worked for inside a resort, and even though it was a slow day for us, it was a busy day for the hotel. Even my mom was slacking off and mostly hanging in the office with the ladies, or up front with me hanging with me and the front desk ladies for the resort.
I didn't work for the hotel, so I had no idea of anything that was going on, and if something was not in my line of sight, I had no idea where it could be. Multiple people (and even staff of the resort that didn't know I had no association with the hotel) would berate me, but because I had no association with the resort, I would laugh in the staffs face and tell them to take it up with my boss who had my back on me not needing to know anything except emergency protocols for the resort in case of emergency (also there was the fact that my boss was located in a different building, so as long as I got my work done and faxed to her everyday, she didnāt care what I did so long as I didnāt be rude to the people coming in for tours), and just tell resort guests that if they needed information, to just go to the front desk. If there were kids that wanted to know something, I'd send them to the game room/ information center, just cause their kids and wouldn't really understand I'm not part of the hotel. It was always great hearing the front desk manager snap at guests, screaming that I did not work for the resort when guests complained about me.
Anyways, the day I OD'd, it was apparently let your screaming toddlers run around the lobby while you did fuck all to calm them down day, and because I was stationed in the lobby, people were coming up to me and yelling at me for letting the parents get away with not parenting their kids. The one lady I legitimately told it was not my problem. But all the screaming was starting to give me a migraine, and right as I was about to go to the first aid kit to get some Tylenol, a fuck ton of people decided to all show up for their timeshare tours at once, so I could not leave my podium. Ā It must have shown on my face that my head hurt, because the last lady I had to check in, asked me what was wrong. She was an elderly lady, probably around 70-ish, maybe later 60s and gave off aĀ āGrandma AFā vibe. She was a sweetheart, and she looked like she really cared I was in pain. So I told her, I have a headache, and was about to run to get some aspirin before everyone showed up. She said she had some on hand, and I was going to politely tell her no thank you, when a bunch of screaming kids came running down the hall, and tried to go down the hallway where the timeshare line is located, and no one is suppose to go down there if they are not on a timeshare tour or using the bathrooms.Ā
I had to run to stop them before they disturbed the salesmen and saleswomen. It was the third time they had done that already that weekend, and had they just gone to the restrooms any of the times I had to stop them, I would have let them be. But every time they would run straight past the bathrooms, and towards where the sales reps were working. None of their parents were on tours due to them being actual timeshare owners already (I had asked due to one of my duties being to try to recruit resort guests into going on a tour). So after telling them to scram for a third time, I went back to my podium to apologize to the little old lady for having to leave her.
She again offered me some of her aspirin, and I did actually give in that time since I was very stressed and my migraine was almost full on at that point. Full disclaimer: I have never done drugs before, and I had never used narcotics for painkillers before, so I did not at all recognize that what she gave me was Oxycontin, especially since she took it out of a Tylenol bottle. I was a naive 19 year old that just wanted her migraine to go away. She gave me two, I took them both with a few sips of water, got everyone hooked up with their sales reps, and went to go file paperwork since she was the last guest of the day after her sales rep collected her.Ā
Not even ten minutes later my head felt fuzzy, and I was hot and cold, and I was freaking out. Iām diabetic as well, and my blood sugars skyrocketed from the mid-100s I had been in all day, to over 400. I sat in front of the air conditioner in the office room where I was filing paperwork, and drank nearly a full 2 liter bottle of water to help my thirst. I was not okay, and everyone saw it. But my downfall was going to the bathroom, after doing my business, I passed out on the floor of the bathroom (thank god it was clean). I was found by a resort guest who sent her daughter to the front desk for help. One of the front desk ladies was actually a registered EMT, and someone grabbed my mom. The EMT checked my vitals, and my mom and someone else helped her get me to my momās office. Once I was stabilized and somewhat aware, they once again moved me to my moms car and she rushed me to the hospital. My mom kept hitting me in the face to make sure I was awake.Ā
Once I got to the ER, I was placed in a room right away, and then the fun began with a doctor, four three nurses, and an EMT trying to get an IV in me. Iām honestly glad I couldnāt feel anything, because the place where they finally got the IV in me was in my foot. They did blood work through it and everything, just trying to figure out what happened. It finally came up that there was Oxy in my system, and a nurse came in to talk with us about what happened once I was aware enough to hold conversation. I told them the truth about what happened, the screaming kids, my migraine, the old lady, everything. I was honestly freak out that I had taken Oxy, and 2 at that matter, without even knowing it. I was scared out of my mind.Ā
They let me go after I became more conscious, and told me to just get as much sleep as I could and drink a lot of water to get the rest of it out of my system. My mom was just glad nothing serious happened to me, and after yelling at me to never do something like that again, she made me go into work the next day even though I wasnāt at 100% as punishment for my idiocy and to show everyone I was okay. And even to this day I still donāt like even taking normal painkillers that are prescribed to me, like oxycodone or percocet. (when I had my wisdom teeth pulled and when I went for laparoscopic surgery respectively.)
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