When I was 18 months old, before fences were a legal requirement around swimming pools - we were visiting some friends who had an inground swimming pool.
My mother looked out the window and saw my woolly hat bobbing up and down in the pool. Then she remembered that I was wearing it.
Everyone raced outside, dad jumped in and lifted me out.
Gingebread biscuits are apparently as water soluble as granite. Because I had one in my mouth and refused to let it go - which meant that I kept my mouth shut and avoided drowning. Thank you, gluttony.
11/13. I tried to kill myself when I was 15. I took an overdose of painkillers. Tylenol with dihydracodeine. Not a small overdose, either - I took more than a hundred. Afterwards, I took a nap, not expecting to wake up. I woke up feeling better than I had in years, and my depression has mostly been gone since then.
I don't know how or why this happened, and have no memory of the time that I was asleep. Maybe someone came along and found me and pumped my stomach, and then for some reason didn't stick around afterwards. Maybe the pharmacy accidentally gave my mom placebos instead of real drugs.
All I know is that I changed that day, and whatever the reason, I'm thankful for it.
-Sati Marie Frost
12/13. On Wednesday I started feeling a bit ill. By Friday morning I was feeling a bit queasy, but not too bad. Friday afternoon my stomach started hurting, the doctor diagnosed muscle strain and sent me home.
The next morning I knew I had a serious problem. The pain was excruciating - so bad I could barely move.
I woke my wife and said, “call an ambulance.”
So I went to the hospital. They put me on some painkillers, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was completely horrified to discover what had happened. (continued...)