How I Got to the Hospital @ 51/50

My boyfriend stranded me in Trona instead of taking me to the hospital. For almost a month I had been taking prescription Ibuprofen 500 and Prozak. My Prozak got lost soon after I was dumped in Trona. My face had a sore on it where I could feel something dripping inside my cheek. I was in poor shape.

For some reason my dad wanted to meet me in the desert to give me my Prozak pills. He didn't show up. When I saw him later that night I cussed him out. Through a fence. I was on the outside of it. I never called him what he said I did. After I made it to the field on a dirt road, I heard the strangest sound. It was the sound of my 6'4'' father coming at me like he was going to sack the quarterback. He knocked me down. My purse and belongings were tossed into the desert. He took me by the hair and slammed my head against the ground for several minutes.

When I escaped, I screamed and begged for help. I screamed for an ambulance. I walked all the way to my friend's house screaming. Even he didn't believe me. He wouldn't call an ambulance or take me to the hospital. When the sun came up, I showed my friend the evidence in the desert and then he believed me.

I layed on his couch very sick. My dad showed up with a handful of pills that he demanded I took. I knew if I took all those pills I would die. I said, "I'll take that one and that one." Instead of going to the hospital, I was going to sleep on my friend's couch.

When I woke up I felt a lot better and wanted to take a shower. My friend tested the voltage of the bathtub faucet and it had a nine volt charge. He checked to see if I was lying about getting "electrocuted" in the shower. The thing is, I got shocked in the shower and it made me unusually angry. Then I started mood swinging from fine to irate because I wasn't in the hospital yet. I wreaked havoc on my friend. I threw his laptop like a Frisbee, let his dogs out, kicked over his dirt bike, and embarrassed him in front of his neighbors with a half dressed living nightmare.

The ladies next door all had towels on their heads and were mocking me for being half naked instead of offering me a towel to cover up with. So after I swung a pushbroom like a grand slam hitter and busted my friend's nose, I went after the ladies next door. An authoritative sounding man told me to drop my weapon, so I did. The school bus drove by. Some lady that wanted to go out with my wonderful ex boyfriend tried to help me and I was rude to her and walked back over to my friend's.

I went in the house and it stunk like gasoline, since I kicked over his dirt bike. So I'm naked at the front door way talking to a cop, too scared to go outside. In the police report it says I tried to burn down my friend's house. I hurt my friend when I hit him, he did not press charges and remained suspect, himself. So now the cop has my friend dress me, he handcuffed me and hauled me off. Finally I was getting a ride to the hospital. I knew I was going 51/50.

I had mood swings the whole half ride and raged on this cop, and then be nice, over and over again. He also snuck smoked a flavored vape pen in the car and let me stick my face to the screen so I could smell it. Then I switched cops. I got in a new car. I heard Cop A tell Cop B he needed a cold shower. Cop B took me to the hospital. He put me in a room with windows so he could see me, guarded me, and told me to pee on the floor. Hours later they put me on a stretcher. The next thing I remember is a doctor coming into the room and telling me I'm allergic to Ibuprofen.

My mom came and picked me up from the hospital when I got out. My release papers said I was gravely ill. My cheek still felt leaky. As I was laying on my mother's brown sheets, she saw my cheek drip! On the brown sheets it was a glittery white color. My mom knew it was bone and freaked out. It was, in fact, my bone dripping out of my face due to an infection I didn't know I had in my jaw. I spent the next four months seeing the dentist and recovering at my mother's house.