When zombies attack

I’ve always thought I’d like a gun so that if something really bad happens, I can just let myself go easily instead of having to face it. Stupid I know, but I always watch these zombie films and just think that if i were one of the characters, I wouldnt put myself through all the terror. I’d just kill myself. I mean you’re going to die anyway right? It’s just a case of whether you want to be eaten alive or go easily at your own hand.

Anyway, a gun in England isn’t an easy thing to get hold of, but instead I’ve been collecting, and now I have 96 paracetamol (some + aspirin), 52 citalopram and about 20 ibuprofen. All washed down with some nice alcohol, it may or may not do the trick. Even if it did do the trick it would probably take about 3 days to actually cause my liver to fail and then I gradually die since my blood cant be filtered. So it’s not a good solution to an imminent problem like some dead thing trying to eat you, but it’s still comforting in some respects.

There’s a constant stream of kids on the wards who have taken overdoses. What amazes me is that they will have literally taken 3 paracetamol and that’s it. I take more than that when I have a headache! But still, i suppose it’s all about showing how unhappy you are. There’s also the odd one coming in who they suspect is being abused, but I try not to think about that too much.