In the hospital my so called friend told the staff I was an alcoholic. I think that’s why they took my overdose less seriously to start with, I was just another alccy. But when they checked toxicology there was no alcohol in my system. I wasn’t an alcoholic! She also told them she couldn’t speak any German but she was practically fluent, much better than me anyway. She lied from the start. She even rang my mum and said that I was drunk and might just need to have my stomach pumped but that I would be on the flight home later that day. She had just watched me having seizures and foaming at the mouth throughout the night FOR FIVE HOURS, but decided to down play it dramatically to say the least. Then the shit started to hit the fan, doctors told her I was brain dead and she realised then she had to tell the truth for once in her life. She called my mum and told her I was in a coma on life support and I had a very serious brain injury and to get to the hospital ASAP because I might not survive the next 24 hours. See, I just don’t get her. She could have been the hero. She could have saved my life, not put me into the numerous disabled boxes I’m in now while she is living her life getting married having a baby. She took away my future and never even said fucking sorry or gave an explanation as to why she waited so long to call for help. I know it was me that took the pills but she could have done something to help me instead of just watching me die.
Studying a Masters in Law I became aware that I could have gone to the police at the time and had her done for mal intent for waiting that long. But you only get 3 years to press charges. After 9 months in a coma and 3 years in hospital I didn’t know what day it was. The scary thing is and I will go into more details in the future, when I first saw her again the first thing she said to me was ‘Guess what? Ive got my own apartment now’………….
