How times in your lifetime do you get a chance to say, "Yeah, I drove 100+ next to a cop on the highway and didn't get pulled over!"

Hopefully never. Here's how it all went down:

*cough cough choke choke* I hear the faucet running as he was downing water as if he just got back from a 10 mile hike through the desert.

"Gawddam... since when do YOU of all people drink faucet water? Mr. Germaphoebia..."

"Oh don't worry about it..."

This awkward silence is something new to me. I went to the bathroom he came out of and saw a empty sheet of Nyquil pills.

"Interesting..." I thought... must've been left overs from the day before. I went downstairs to get wire cutters to wire my new head-unit up. As I walked back up, he was in the bathroom again hacking away. "WTF are you DOING in there?" I pressed my ear against the bathroom door... sounded like he was choking on unchewed food... there's absolutely no reason to choke when you're just drinking water. He came back out and sat down quietly without making a noise.

I pretended I needed to take a number 2, so I went into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the fan, and ran the water. I looked into the waste basket... 3 trays of empty Nyquils now... "oh... umm.. chit..."

Walked out, looked at the trashcan next to the computer table... another empty tray of Nyquil... WTF man!?! Where are all these Nyquil trays coming from? He sits in the corner quietly trying to doze off.

"Hey man, you got a will?"

"No... why?"

"well, if you happen to die on a random day, then your family would know what to do with your belongings."

"No.. I never thought of writing one."

"By the age of 13, everyone should have a will."

I didn't ask the question to know if he had one or not, but to gauge his reaction to the question itself. The reaction was sub-par, I knew he had done something stupid.

"So how many did you take?"

"how many of what?"

"If you want to kill yourself, 1. make sure you have will, 2. make sure you at least take 200+ so it'll be for certain... you wouldn't want to wake up half brain dead or paralyzed drinking from a straw for the rest of your life."

"I took about 40... I just want to sleep this misery away..."

(Apparently he had an argument with his girlfriend not too long ago.)

"So you go and take 40 pills? If you want to sleep, take 4 at most, not 40. You have 5 minutes to explain yourself then I'm calling 911 OR you can jump in my car and I'll drive you to the ER."

"Nah don't worry about it man, it's nothing."

"Yea right, you have 4 minutes"

"No really, it's okay, I'll be fine, just drive me home"

disintegration rate of exterior shell x time it takes to integrate into blood system +/- 20 mins for effect... all these math problems and chemistry crap I learned from school shot through my brain...

Conclusion: I have less than 2hrs to save this guy.

"3 minutes, get in my car right now or I'm going to have to call police and they can escort you... it's your choice." He quickly cooperated.

(side note: first time breaking the speed limit laws in my LIFE!) I took the beater and gunned it through the neighborhood rushing as fast as I can to the hospital. (I really think the gov't should hire professional race car drivers for ER emergencies, this would totally save so many lives) Got onto the main road and it was just my luck.. a cop! I chased him down till we reached a red light. Got out of my car and banged on his window which freaked him the hell out (when's the last time someone bangs on your window in the middle of the night at a red light? LOL)

"My friend just popped 40 Nyquils, he needs to go to the ER ASAP. I don't want to fly through traffic lights so I thought I'd catch you since you luckily happen to be right infront of me when I got onto the road. Can you escort me or take him to the hospital?"



"What? 40 pills? holy cow! I cant escort you but I can call an ambulance" We're in luck, the fire-station was literally a walking distance away from the stop light we were at. I see the sirens blaring as the trucks came rushing our way.

We got out of the car and I told him the story of what happened. He went into the ambulance truck for them to check his vitals.



"How many did you take sir?"

"4"

"4? you seem fine, are you sure it was 4?"

"40..."

"if you took 40, you would be on your azz by now"

"I'm fine, can I just go home? Can you take me home?"

"We got a call that you might have overdosed, I want to check you out first"

the whole time, i was thinking OMG these guys need to hurry the F up. WTF is taking so long to go to the hospital? Why ask all these silly questions... just GO!



Everything was fine and dandy till the exterior shells of the pills started to dissolve which leaked the medicine into the bloodstream. They were asking him questions and such until his speech started to slur and his eyes started to feel heavy.

"slurring speech... heavy eyes... " said one of the medics...

"OMG.... he's going into cardiac arrest! We need to go... NOW!!!" They quickly phoned the hospital to ask for assistance. His body started to shake, heart beat slowed and the lungs started to slow as well.

"Okay, here we go!" I thought to myself. The adventure begins.

Cop went up to me and said, "Follow if you can, we're going to Fairfax Hospital... do you know where that is?"

"Yes sir, and don't worry about me following, I'm sure I can keep up with you guys."



BTW, this is the FASTEST I've EVER seen an ambulance truck go. Usually can you pace them through traffic at 65mph... but no.. this guy hit triple digits. Ambulance driver must have been a ricer or something.

The cop flicked on his sirens and followed behind the ambulance. Both vehicles were going 100+

Now take note, my beater tops out at 120mph so I thought this thing was going to blow up at the rate it was traveling... scary stuff! I really wish I had my camera and mount at this moment. "Mid-A would love video footage of this!" Darn, maybe next time.

With that in mind, I finally get to tail a cop when he's driving at his max. And needless to say... they kinda... suck? Braking through turns... slowing down dramatically when sharp corners are coming up. The only time he gained on me was in a straight traveling at 100+ but when we hit highway ramps and exit... bleeeh... no good! They need high performance driving classes and/or coilovers + corner balancing on those Crown Vics.

Like WOW, if a ricer were to get chased through a backroad... these guys totally could NOT keep up! Keep this in mind folks.

Anyways, back to the story: He got admitted into the hospital and it was NOT fun. They stuck a tube down his nose that goes all the way into his stomach in order to pump coal in there. Yes... COAL, the black stuff you use to charbroil your hamburgers with. 2 full tubes of coal to be exact in order to coat the stomach lining to absorb all the medicine. He manged to barf out 10 pills and a crap load of other things... needless to say... it wasn't the prettiest sight.

If that wasn't bad enough, imagine getting poked a billion times with needles and getting 2 IV's put into you with docs drawing blood and doing tests every hour for the ENTIRE night when you're trying to sleep!

"OMG I'm never doing this again!" Watching all the things the docs do to you to keep you alive and pump stuff out of you... lets say if I was him, I'd gladly pick death! Holy cow, the process is no fun!

Fast forward to today: "Not a bad way to spend $10,000 dollars..." (no FF quote intended, I swear it just came out like that!)
"Hahaha, you're right, I have no idea what I was thinking... I just felt really depressed and wanted to sleep..."

After that whole adventure, he's recovering very well and thanked me for saving his life. He sees life in a whole new perspective now and said he'll definitely never try that again.



In conclusion, it gave me a chance to reflect on things. As I sat there in the waiting room, I watched the hands of the clock tick by. Never will I see that second that went by again, it's gone forever. Time is short, life is short. Those 2 nights must have felt like an eternity for him lying in that hospital bed, but it's gone now. Things move by too quickly to make any rash decisions in life or to wastefully live it. Rice it out while you can, because before you know it, nothing's ever going to be the same the next second of your life. What's left are only memories of what happened.

(OMG, abui01 ends a thread on a serious note? Get outta here! What has this world come to?)

 

your a good friend man, luck for him you were there

 

Crazy story. +1 for being there for your friend.

 

wow thats crazy man, good thing you were there to save him. So this friend was at your house? and decided to just kill himself there? or did he live there or something

 

wow ahn You're my hero! awesome story and ur def an awesome friend

 

Cliff Notes!

 

40 nyquils are enough to kill you?

didn't think that stuff was so strong. good to know to take it seriously.

 

40+ Pills

Police Escort @ 100+ in beater

Hospital stomach pumped

OP is hero

 

carrazyyy....

nyquil is no joke tho lol.

i took 4 last night cuz i was feelin a bit sick and it knocked me out till now... i issed 2 hours of work lol. gotta go to the shop now tho... goodhting ur friend is okay tho ahn.

 

Crazy story, wonder how this kid will handle tough **** in life later if he cant handle 13. The cops should hire you to train them lol

 

+1 for bein a good friend

 

Nice Work Ahn!

 

Good story. Your friend now owes u his life.

What kind of car is your beater.

 

Thanx for the comments guys, he took off work today and is sleeping like a rock after being poked by needles, barfing, and being tested on all night long for 2 nights straight.

We were hanging out after he got into some argument w/ his gf. I didn't bother asking what was up. After he overdosed, he wanted to leave asap to "sleep it off" at home.
Yea man, in the ambulance truck they were educating us about what it does to you. (apparently a lot of people have tried this before) 40 is no joke. Nyquil is actually 5 drugs in 1. The "nyquil" portion of it doesn't do much to you, but there were 2 other drugs inside there that concerned the medics. One of them I don't remember the name they described, but the other drug was Tylenol which destroys your liver. They were saying that Nyquil slows down your heart rate and your lungs, the more you take the more it slows your system down until it gets to a point where you pass out w/o a heart beat and w/o any oxygen.

It's a 2.5 RS Impreza, FTW

 

great story, glad everything turned out ok. the ricer references had me rolling.

 

Wow Anh... You should've educated your friend about the way of a PUA. Maybe this wouldn't have happened. I would think you would've taken the Z since it does go a little faster than the beater!

 

I got a call at work from my Mom's work last year, saying she just got picked up in an Ambulance and was taken to the Hospital. I dropped everything at work and went crazy. I was at Andrews AFB at the time, and I hit 95 headed in to VA. Fastest I think I've ever taken an on-ramp. Within 30 seconds I had a state trooper, lights on, on my azz. I pulled over and he walked up, looked at me (in uniform, clearly stressing out) and asked "What's wrong?"

I explained to him that my Mom is in the Hospital, and my Dad is a week away from returning from a 13 month deployment. I've only been home for about 2 months, and my Mom has been alone the entire time.

He responded with "Follow me." I looked at him weirdly, and he smiled and replied "Try to keep up"

He flipped his lights on and pulled out. I gunned it to get behind him. We were cruising at about 85-90 most of the time, but on some parts we would hit triple digits. We got to the bridge and waved me by him. I hit Rt.1, then took the parkway to Belvoir to see my Momma.

Coolest cop I've ever met

 

That kids lucky. He's lucky that you not only took action, but figured out what he was doing before it was too late. Way to go, Anh!

 

Glad to hear you were there and able to take action before it was too late. Too bad your dialogue with the cop couldn't have ended with something like:

Anh: "I know where the hospital is, see if you can keep up with me"

*after some driving and the cop falling behind in the turns*

Cop: "Damn, that guy can drive"

 

Trying to kill yourself over a girl ftl. But glad you saved his life.