Maybe I’m an evil, apathetic, cynical bitch, but when someone takes the wrong medication twice over a period of two days and has a bad reaction the second time, I’m less likely to really think it’s a “medical emergency”. Yep, Dennis took the wrong medicine again, this time in the morning, and now he wants to go out to the ER.

I told him to have one of his band-mates take him; I had to finish the laundry and get things ready for tomorrow morning.

Oh what a hateful thing to say! This was an emergency! I’m such a bitch! How could I say something like that?! I bet Darren wouldn’t say things like that…

Fine. Go be with Darren. I’m sick of saying “how high?” when I’m ordered to jump. I put my entire day on hold Friday, and I’m way behind now, so I’ll be damned if I’m going to keep putting my life on hold because Dennis wants attention now. I thought about telling him if he wanted attention so badly, he could wash the laundry or make the bed. I wouldn’t protest that too badly. Ha ha! Or maybe he could clean the bathroom up? That would certainly catch my attention. Being an ex-chronic drug over-doser, I know why and how people do it. The number one reason is attention, especially when they’ve experimented enough with the drug so they know how much to take to make them sick, because they’re such awful actors without the drugs, without killing them.

Besides, Litican isn’t that toxic in less than a gram, even if we had toxic levels of it here, it’s not as if people are dropping like flies over it.