ear to her chest. She was breathing but barely. I had to listen hard to hear her heartbeat. I didn’t have to be a doctor to realize it was irregular.
I ran to the dresser and picked up my cell. I placed the call quickly from my missed calls.
“Mike, get up and come over here right now. It’s an emergency get up now! Tess took some pills.”
“What?” Mike asked.
I started slipping my feet into my sneakers. I grabbed my car keys and Tess’ purse off the dresser.
“Tess took some pills. Get over here and watch my kids. I got to take her to the hospital.”
“Okay Mason.”
“Get over here now! Mike! Now!”
“Okay clam down is she still alive?”
“Yes, I think so. I’m not sure. Just get over here.”
“Okay I’m leaving. I’m coming.”
“Now! Mike now!” I ended the call and slipped the phone into my pocket. I lifted Tess’ limp and lifeless body off the bed and slung her ever my shoulder. I ran down the stairs and out the door. I was in the garage. I had somehow tossed Tess in the front seat. I didn’t bother with a seatbelt. The Adventist Bolingcreek Hospital was only seven blocks away. I thought I could make it there before an ambulance could make it here.
My mind was blank. I don’t remember driving to the Adventist Bolingcreek Hospital. I don’t remember pulling into the emergency room entrance. I was shouting at the people in admittance but I didn’t know what the hell I was saying.
I snapped back to life when I felt the doctors remove Tess from my arms and place her on the gurney.
I paced in the emergency waiting room. I placed calls to Mike and Karen. I accepted calls from Mike and Karen.
Time was moving so slowly. I was worried beyond belief. Finally a doctor came out to talk to me. My eyes glazed over as the doctor went over the state mandated procedures for failed suicide attempts. I thought I was listening. I was trying to listen but I didn’t comprehend the actual words?
The emergency room physician did a gastric lavage and nasogastric tube suction on Tess to empty the contents of her stomach. It was made clear to me that she had ten times the maximum recommended dosage in her system. Tess could have died if I hadn’t gotten her to the hospital when I did. This was an overload of information that I didn’t want to hear. I had no way to escape this. This information was the medical facts.
Dr. Sirota explained this incident was indeed a suicide attempt. That this meant Tess was a danger to herself. Tess would be advised of her rights and be detained for a 72 hour mental health hold. The doctor explained that during the 72 hour hold Tess would undergo an intensive psychiatric evaluation. I couldn’t agree or disagree with his words. He told me after the 72 hours Tess can be released or she could sign in as a voluntary patient and or he could put her on a 14-day involuntary hold for intensive treatment. The doctor informed me I would be contacted and informed of all legal and medical procedures.
All I could think is what am I going to tell my kids . How do I explain the absence of their mother? How can I explain something that I don’t quite understand myself? Did she really try to kill herself? I mean would she do that? Regardless of our marital problems, would she really use death to abandon our children? This is completely contradictory of the woman I know. Tess loves our kids. She loves them just as I do.
Ther e are many things she could do to hurt me and get back at me for my infidelity but her death hurts our kids and damages them forever. I can’t believe the woman I knew, the wife that I loved would ever do such a thing but the truth is staring me in the face. The doctor thinks this is a suicide attempt. So how come I can’t call a spade a spade. Maybe because the spade is Tess and she has always been a heart or a diamond. Never a club and definitely not a spade. Dr. Sirota told me that even if this is just a cry for help, it is his job to hold her and at the
I ran to the dresser and picked up my cell. I placed the call quickly from my missed calls.
“Mike, get up and come over here right now. It’s an emergency get up now! Tess took some pills.”
“What?” Mike asked.
I started slipping my feet into my sneakers. I grabbed my car keys and Tess’ purse off the dresser.
“Tess took some pills. Get over here and watch my kids. I got to take her to the hospital.”
“Okay Mason.”
“Get over here now! Mike! Now!”
“Okay clam down is she still alive?”
“Yes, I think so. I’m not sure. Just get over here.”
“Okay I’m leaving. I’m coming.”
“Now! Mike now!” I ended the call and slipped the phone into my pocket. I lifted Tess’ limp and lifeless body off the bed and slung her ever my shoulder. I ran down the stairs and out the door. I was in the garage. I had somehow tossed Tess in the front seat. I didn’t bother with a seatbelt. The Adventist Bolingcreek Hospital was only seven blocks away. I thought I could make it there before an ambulance could make it here.
My mind was blank. I don’t remember driving to the Adventist Bolingcreek Hospital. I don’t remember pulling into the emergency room entrance. I was shouting at the people in admittance but I didn’t know what the hell I was saying.
I snapped back to life when I felt the doctors remove Tess from my arms and place her on the gurney.
I paced in the emergency waiting room. I placed calls to Mike and Karen. I accepted calls from Mike and Karen.
Time was moving so slowly. I was worried beyond belief. Finally a doctor came out to talk to me. My eyes glazed over as the doctor went over the state mandated procedures for failed suicide attempts. I thought I was listening. I was trying to listen but I didn’t comprehend the actual words?
The emergency room physician did a gastric lavage and nasogastric tube suction on Tess to empty the contents of her stomach. It was made clear to me that she had ten times the maximum recommended dosage in her system. Tess could have died if I hadn’t gotten her to the hospital when I did. This was an overload of information that I didn’t want to hear. I had no way to escape this. This information was the medical facts.
Dr. Sirota explained this incident was indeed a suicide attempt. That this meant Tess was a danger to herself. Tess would be advised of her rights and be detained for a 72 hour mental health hold. The doctor explained that during the 72 hour hold Tess would undergo an intensive psychiatric evaluation. I couldn’t agree or disagree with his words. He told me after the 72 hours Tess can be released or she could sign in as a voluntary patient and or he could put her on a 14-day involuntary hold for intensive treatment. The doctor informed me I would be contacted and informed of all legal and medical procedures.
All I could think is what am I going to tell my kids . How do I explain the absence of their mother? How can I explain something that I don’t quite understand myself? Did she really try to kill herself? I mean would she do that? Regardless of our marital problems, would she really use death to abandon our children? This is completely contradictory of the woman I know. Tess loves our kids. She loves them just as I do.
Ther e are many things she could do to hurt me and get back at me for my infidelity but her death hurts our kids and damages them forever. I can’t believe the woman I knew, the wife that I loved would ever do such a thing but the truth is staring me in the face. The doctor thinks this is a suicide attempt. So how come I can’t call a spade a spade. Maybe because the spade is Tess and she has always been a heart or a diamond. Never a club and definitely not a spade. Dr. Sirota told me that even if this is just a cry for help, it is his job to hold her and at the
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