dynastickitten
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- Jan 12, 2024
- 56
A little over a year ago, my friend died from a botched gastric bypass surgery she was supposed to get to remedy her fatty liver disease. Around two months beforehand, her cousin and I were hanging out and I took some anti anxiety medication. Not too into drugs, but I decided to give them a test run because my friend and her cousin were planning to take them but didn't want to risk getting hurt, so I decided to be their guinea pig. I didn't take much, but it was a lethal dose. Spent the night in the hospital under threat of police intervention if I tried to leave. The poison control people were on a first name basis with me. I should have died. They didn't know how I managed to not die.
I fucked up bad, not even on purpose, but doing something genuinely stupid. And my friend? Died getting a surgery tons of other people around me have gotten.
Why wasn't it me? Got trampled by a fuckass horse a couple months after her death too. If I had gotten stepped on a couple inches higher I would have been disemboweled by those sharp metal shoes. And yet.
She was wonderful. She was full of life. I know this is just how things work out sometimes, but I just don't know how she died instead of me.
I fucked up bad, not even on purpose, but doing something genuinely stupid. And my friend? Died getting a surgery tons of other people around me have gotten.
Why wasn't it me? Got trampled by a fuckass horse a couple months after her death too. If I had gotten stepped on a couple inches higher I would have been disemboweled by those sharp metal shoes. And yet.
She was wonderful. She was full of life. I know this is just how things work out sometimes, but I just don't know how she died instead of me.