I got out of the hospital yesterday before lunch, I have been too ill from the effects of what I did to post prior to now. On Wednesday evening I went out with friends had a couple of drinks and then came back home. At about midnight I overdosed, what at the hospital I would later find out was a fatal amount... anyway after doing it, I dunno why I called a crisis line, and basically said this is what I have done, I told them my first name and the city I was calling from as it was a province-wide crisis line. I asked them if I hung up if they would call the cops. Anyway I hung up and passed out. I guess this unleased an interesting chain of events as the crisis line called back but I live in the dorms on campus and so they got the front desk but didnt know my extension and only my first name. So they called the police and the police came and with the help of the front desk they got the room numbers of everyone named Amanda in my building and commenced a floor-by-floor search. Anyway luckily I am the Amanda who lives closest to the ground floor and so they found me passed out. The pills spread out on my desk and me semi-conscious in shock having a seizure gave me away as the one. The police called for an ambulance and the ambulance came, and they took me away. At the hospital they decided it was too late for charcoal and so they gave me this chemical detoxicant by IV to clean out my liver. It took like 35 hours, but luckily I didnt do any permanent liver damage. They told me that if they police hadnt found me when they did if I had even come in an hour later I would most likely have died the levels of the substance I chose were so high. Psychiatry wouldnt see me until I was medically stable so I didnt end up seeing them until late Friday morning but they let me out. I dont know why; If I were them I wouldnt have let me out. ...I still feel kinda down mentally, and pretty crappy physically... Like I have been repeatedly punched in the guts... I felt so naseated yesterday when I came home from the hospital, but I think I am getting better. I didnt realize how many people cared about me, people at school were so worried, about me and so sad when they found out where I went. Anyway, I have to wait for a referral to see the psychiatrist, and I really hope that I can handle it. It was really horrible, and I would totally not recommend overdosing on anything to anyone under any circumstances. It sucked, it hurt, and it was pretty scary, and I feel like shit afterwards. Anyway I really hope that I can keep it together until I get to see the psychiatrist.