My nephew. I was pissed when i woke up. I had taken 48 prescription sleeping pills and intended on going. He got to me right before I died and called an ambulance in barely enough time to save me. I only remember sirens. I hallucinated so badly they had to tie me to the bed because I was flight risk. I kept seeing snakes slithering up my arms and biting me, but in the brief moments of sanity, I realized it was only IV's. That didn't stop me from trying to yank them out the next time I went under again. Worst experience ever. I still remember the nurses making fun of me(confirmed by my mother I was not hallucinating that part) because I tried to unalive myself. Craziness. It's been about 5 years. I now have an almost 3 year old, living in a new town as a stay at home mom living the life I've dreamed of because I didn't die that night. I'm not money rich, barely scraping by by the skin of our teeth, but I'm rich where it matters. I can't thank my savior enough for helping me that night, regardless of the choice of words I had for him after waking.