By Jared Allaway, Washington State cannabis activist
Waking up and thinking, “why do I have a catheter?”
Man this is irritating. Aren’t humans silly? Here I am waking up after a night of flat lining and being brought back to life and I’m complaining about discomfort. I should be thankful that I can still experience discomfort. I was just dead a couple hours ago.
That was the morning I woke up at the Hospital in Kennewick Washington. I actually started racking my brain for ways to just slink back in to the shadows, like I could just brush it under the rug and act like it didn’t happen. Get to school and take that test for which I have been studying. No one will ever know.
But everyone did know. There was no way out. I was stuck there in the hospital bed on my back, dried charcoal on the corner of my mouth because I had recently overdosed on alcohol and aspirated my own vomit.