My friend, L, and I had talked from 5 pm until 9 pm at Starbucks 6750. It made up for all those months we haven’t seen each other. One of the topics was our struggles with our bosses. We both have asshats for managers.

Driving back, while I was about 2 km away from home, my sister called and told me to go straight to the ER because she rushed our nephew who overdosed on sleeping pills. She needed to go home to get stuff because they will be admitted and the medical staff strictly told us not to leave the child alone, out of sight, for one second.

They tried inducing vomiting and pooping to get it out of his system. Activated charcoal was given to absorb all the toxins, supposedly, in his stomach. I saw the ER bill to check what else they did. Nothing in his toxicology report showed something was unusual but his blood clotting time is alarmingly long. That may not be related to this attempt at suicide—if it is an attempt at suicide.

His mom is abroad for work and is rushing back home. She really needs to acknowledge that this not just a simple General Anxiety Disorder.