Another Dramatic/Traumatic Event
OK Well... For the past few weeks there has been MAJOR drama here in Reality for me, my grandfather did turn up last week, but on Saturday he tried to commit suicide after my grandmother was making him face the music and show him what he's done and what we've found out about him whilst he was gone.
During Saturday morning, my grandmother was asking him about all this pornography that he had been watching and asking how old the people in the video were, in the end she asked me to bring the laptop downstairs for my grandfather to find the porn video that he had been watching to show her, but that wasn't on his mind at this point, he couldn't face up to the music or admit that he HAD been watching Child Pornography so he went into the Kitchen, popping out his Anti-Depressants with a glass of water beside him, I was watching, just thinking he was taking his daily dose, but then my Nan came in and was screaming at him, ran over to him slapped the glass into the sink where it smashed, she was pulling him about trying to stop him from putting the meds in his mouth, but he kept pushing her away and put the meds in his mouth and swallowed, she was screaming "WHAT HAVE YOU TAKEN!!!" pulling on his shirt almost strangling him, at that point I just ran to the phone, dialed 999 and screamed down the phone "MY GRANDFATHER IS COMMITTING SUICIDE" and the person on the other said 'Calm down! What service do you need?' So I just said Police and when I got through I was screaming down the phone, they told me to calm down and talk quietly so in the end I sad "My grandfather has just attempted to commit suicide by overdosing on some pills, we don't know what he's taken" and then they asked for the address and asked to speak to my grandmother, so I gave them all that and gave the phone to her, and then I just completely lost it, I kicked down the gate around the stairs, started jumping on it, ran up the stairs and started smashing my room to pieces, I even smashed a great big chunk out of my wardrobe door with a metal pole, my Nan was screaming up at me "JAMIE CALM DOWN" and all that, so I did and just grabbed the house keys, ran out the house up the road out into the main road (not actually ON the main road) waiting for the police car, I saw it but it went the wrong way so I just started jumping up and down waving my arms about screaming at the top of my lungs, I'm sure people passing thought I was some kind of psychopath, I had nothing on my feet, torn jeans and being a maniac. Eventually the car came past and I was running like fuck beside it (actually keeping up with it) wearing myself out running back into Littlecroft and to my house, I just flopped at the stop of the stairs, was seriously exhausted after all the running, and a few minutes later the police told me to go outside and direct the Paramedic's car to the house, so I did, and then sat down again, one of the police officers were telling us to calm down and was being very helpful with all that she did after, then we heard the ambulance, and I had to run back out there again and direct that here too, they got here and then I was just sitting on the stairs, totally out of it, then my mother turned up at the door and her face just turned white when she saw my grandfather laying on the floor, not knowing if he was dead or not, so the paramedics and ambulance people got him onto a trolley to take to the Ambulance, and my mother & grandmother went with him on the Ambulance to the hospital whilst my Step-Dad (Rob) stayed behind to keep me company along with several police officers to make sure I didn't do anything stupid because of my history of doing stuff after a traumatic experience, but things were fine after that, I had to phone my uncle and tell him that "Granddad as tried to commit suicide and was just a few minutes ago escorted to Broomfield Hospital" and he said 'OK' and went there immediately, but then things calmed down, I got a phone call from my mother saying that he was OK and wasn't going to die because there wasn't enough toxin in the Anti-D's to actually kill him, unless he took hundreds of them.
So the rest of Saturday was alright, my step-dad ran over to the shops to get some food and get me a McDonald's since I hadn't eaten anything for a few days, but yeah, Saturday was totally messed up.
When my Mum & Nan came home it was like quarter to eleven at night, so my mum and step-dad went back to their home to get some sleep as my Nan went to get some sleep too.
And believe it or not the Hospital discharged him to come back home, although there are going to be two people and a psychiatrist coming round every day to talk to them and all of that stuff, the psychiatrist wants to speak to BOTH of them because all the stress that my grandfather has put on her is going to make her ill and stuff so he wants to speak to her too, but I personally think he (my grandfather) needs to stay in Hospital and be put in a mental ward.
But since he's here, my Nan & I were cleaning out the medicine cabinet and throwing away anything that had aspirin in it or could kill you, the rest of the stuff (like Paracetamol) we put in a safe which only my Nan would know the combination too, along with the meds we put his House keys, his Van keys and all his credit cards and all that stuff in to the safe too, in-case he tried to run away again and buy some medicine to try kill himself with again.
So yes... Very eventful few weeks, been really stressful... But hopefully things will get better now. But my Nan did say, if he starts talking suicidal or anything like that she's getting him put back into the Hospital because she doesn't want his death on her consonance etc.
During Saturday morning, my grandmother was asking him about all this pornography that he had been watching and asking how old the people in the video were, in the end she asked me to bring the laptop downstairs for my grandfather to find the porn video that he had been watching to show her, but that wasn't on his mind at this point, he couldn't face up to the music or admit that he HAD been watching Child Pornography so he went into the Kitchen, popping out his Anti-Depressants with a glass of water beside him, I was watching, just thinking he was taking his daily dose, but then my Nan came in and was screaming at him, ran over to him slapped the glass into the sink where it smashed, she was pulling him about trying to stop him from putting the meds in his mouth, but he kept pushing her away and put the meds in his mouth and swallowed, she was screaming "WHAT HAVE YOU TAKEN!!!" pulling on his shirt almost strangling him, at that point I just ran to the phone, dialed 999 and screamed down the phone "MY GRANDFATHER IS COMMITTING SUICIDE" and the person on the other said 'Calm down! What service do you need?' So I just said Police and when I got through I was screaming down the phone, they told me to calm down and talk quietly so in the end I sad "My grandfather has just attempted to commit suicide by overdosing on some pills, we don't know what he's taken" and then they asked for the address and asked to speak to my grandmother, so I gave them all that and gave the phone to her, and then I just completely lost it, I kicked down the gate around the stairs, started jumping on it, ran up the stairs and started smashing my room to pieces, I even smashed a great big chunk out of my wardrobe door with a metal pole, my Nan was screaming up at me "JAMIE CALM DOWN" and all that, so I did and just grabbed the house keys, ran out the house up the road out into the main road (not actually ON the main road) waiting for the police car, I saw it but it went the wrong way so I just started jumping up and down waving my arms about screaming at the top of my lungs, I'm sure people passing thought I was some kind of psychopath, I had nothing on my feet, torn jeans and being a maniac. Eventually the car came past and I was running like fuck beside it (actually keeping up with it) wearing myself out running back into Littlecroft and to my house, I just flopped at the stop of the stairs, was seriously exhausted after all the running, and a few minutes later the police told me to go outside and direct the Paramedic's car to the house, so I did, and then sat down again, one of the police officers were telling us to calm down and was being very helpful with all that she did after, then we heard the ambulance, and I had to run back out there again and direct that here too, they got here and then I was just sitting on the stairs, totally out of it, then my mother turned up at the door and her face just turned white when she saw my grandfather laying on the floor, not knowing if he was dead or not, so the paramedics and ambulance people got him onto a trolley to take to the Ambulance, and my mother & grandmother went with him on the Ambulance to the hospital whilst my Step-Dad (Rob) stayed behind to keep me company along with several police officers to make sure I didn't do anything stupid because of my history of doing stuff after a traumatic experience, but things were fine after that, I had to phone my uncle and tell him that "Granddad as tried to commit suicide and was just a few minutes ago escorted to Broomfield Hospital" and he said 'OK' and went there immediately, but then things calmed down, I got a phone call from my mother saying that he was OK and wasn't going to die because there wasn't enough toxin in the Anti-D's to actually kill him, unless he took hundreds of them.
So the rest of Saturday was alright, my step-dad ran over to the shops to get some food and get me a McDonald's since I hadn't eaten anything for a few days, but yeah, Saturday was totally messed up.
When my Mum & Nan came home it was like quarter to eleven at night, so my mum and step-dad went back to their home to get some sleep as my Nan went to get some sleep too.
And believe it or not the Hospital discharged him to come back home, although there are going to be two people and a psychiatrist coming round every day to talk to them and all of that stuff, the psychiatrist wants to speak to BOTH of them because all the stress that my grandfather has put on her is going to make her ill and stuff so he wants to speak to her too, but I personally think he (my grandfather) needs to stay in Hospital and be put in a mental ward.
But since he's here, my Nan & I were cleaning out the medicine cabinet and throwing away anything that had aspirin in it or could kill you, the rest of the stuff (like Paracetamol) we put in a safe which only my Nan would know the combination too, along with the meds we put his House keys, his Van keys and all his credit cards and all that stuff in to the safe too, in-case he tried to run away again and buy some medicine to try kill himself with again.
So yes... Very eventful few weeks, been really stressful... But hopefully things will get better now. But my Nan did say, if he starts talking suicidal or anything like that she's getting him put back into the Hospital because she doesn't want his death on her consonance etc.
