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In April 2017, I was preparing to drive roughly 7 hours to my prior state of residence to get tattooed by my tattoo artist. It was the day Gorillaz tickets went on sale, and I bought myself a VIP ticket to their tour. That's one of the last memories I can trust as having happened. I remember loading the car and hitting the road with my dog around noon. I remember driving north across the state border and seeing a sign with the number of road fatalities so far that year. That was Friday.
I was 10 days overdue on my due date to have my baby and nothing was progressing. My doctor scheduled me for that next morning and they started me on Pitocin to induce labor. I was doing fine at first, then the pain was getting worse so they gave me an epidural block. I was doing fine with that for most of the day, but was not progressing much with dilation. My doctor was starting to tell me I probably was going to have a C-section. I was not happy with that.
In college I was introduced by some friends to marijuana. One night we were sitting in a dorm room, and I smoked hash for the first time. And I suddenly felt like I zoomed up out of this reality like an airplane flying straight up out of the clouds.
I was 5 or 6 yrs old and lived on Miami Beach, Florida. My cousins and I were playing in the back yard in our bathing suits. We were spraying each other with a hose on the cement slab back patio. There was an air conditioning unit in the den—an in-wall unit—that was plugged in, but not turned on. It wasn't grounded. The back of the unit stuck out to the back where we were playing. I got too close to the air conditioning unit and was sucked to it. I was unable to break free, as I was receiving a terrific electrical shock. My cousins ran into the house screaming and got my mother and aunt. Anyone who tried to help me by touching me got shocked as well.
My story is painful to try to explain, but it is a strange situation of attempted murder/incited and assisted suicide. The year was 2016, and I was 20 years old at the time.
My "friend" watched me as I began to pass away after she tried to murder me. I began seizing and asphyxiating on my vomit. At this point, she decided to backpedal and called 911, telling them I attempted suicide. I had to be resuscitated shortly after the paramedics arrived.
In the ER, I had to be administered medication through a PIC line to my heart. I was placed into a comatose state and on a ventilator. However, my prognosis was death. I sustained septic shock, and my kidneys began to fail. By some miracle, however, I woke up after a week-long coma.
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