It was the right thing to do.
Remember me telling of the Mad Stripper? There was one night when I was at work and she called me and was highly upset and sounded drunk. During the course of the conversation she told me that she had taken all of her remaining Valium, eight or ten of them. She wasn't coherent enough for me to get much more than that out of her, and she hung up shortly thereafter.

I thought about it for a few minutes, said a few very bad words and called 911 and had the cops go check on her.

She turned out to be okay and was rather angry with me for embarrassing her in this way- but I'd rather have her angry and embarrassed than have to spend the rest of my life knowing that she had died of an overdose because I had done nothing...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 12 Oct 2008, 16:25, Reply)