So I get this phone call, about 830, from a girlfriend of mine. She had received a call from her husband (who works offshore) who tells her that he’s having problems e-mailing her and she should go check her account. She’s tired (b/c she’s got a 2.5 y/o and a 3 week old at home) and argues…but decides to get on the computer anyway.
She begins to peruse Myspace.com afterwards, for the hell of it, and checks out one of her friends page. We’ll call him JOhn.
Now John is this single guy, one kid, small town, kinda screwed up life. Anyway, he decides to post a blog about how he’s tired of living, doesn’t like his life, is going to kill himself, and asks everyone to take care of his daughter.
My friend reads this, freaks out, and starts calling her friends. It’s 800 and he signed the blog off at 445 saying that he had just taken approximatley 65 prozac (I believe she told me flouxetine (s/p??) ).
No one is answering their phones, and he lives alone, with no phone in the house. My friend calls her sister, who gets her boyfriend to ride over there.
He gets to the house, beats down the dooor, and finds this guy laying on the floor foaming at the mouth.
As far as I know, EMS was called, and the guy is on his way to the hospital.
All I have to say is that if my friend hadn’t gotten that call from her husband, and hadn’t decided to be nosey on Myspace.com, they would be going to another funeral.
To say the least, she’s a little shaken up tonight!
I believe things happen for a reason…you?