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**Exo** · 03-19-2013, 07:53 PM

I mentioned a page ago that I had a more detailed update coming. Here it is...

Last week Ryan went to the hospital with what was considered a bladder infection. He got a weeks worth of 10 mg pain percocets and was for the most part okay. Like his regular medicine...the pain killers were to be administered by us twice a day. He complained of pain and he ended up getting three or four a day. When he wouldn't give him one he would pout and eventually give up but we started noticing he would go into the bathroom multiple times a day and stay in there going through drawers for 20 minutes at a time. Every time we asked him about it he'd deny doing anything.

The day we got our puppy which was three days ago he left without telling us and didn't come home until two in the morning. He was high and I was disgusted. Yesterday he spent the whole day with the puppy and around five o'clock he asked for a percocet. We told him that he didn't have any left and that he wasn't getting any more. He then starting wincing in pain complaining of sharp pain. He apparently asked my mom to bring him to the hospital and she said no.

I had no idea this happened. I was downstairs. The doorbell rings. It's the cops. Ryan called himself an ambulance and didn't tell us about it. The cops know my dad who has been a volunteer fireman for 30 years in our town. They asked if Ryan really needed to go and we told them if he did we would take him and to call off the ambulance. They left and we dug into Ryan. He kept begging us to bring him and we kept screaming at him that all going to the hospital would do is waste seven more hours and waste a hundred dollars for them to say the same thing last week. He cried and begged. It was strange. He wasn't even listening to us. Just kept saying he needed to go. Just kept repeating it. Very strange.

Twenty minutes later he put on a coat and boots and walked out the door. It snowed seven inches last night. He walked out into it with no phone and no money. He never came back.

I called everywhere and finally found out he had hitchhiked to the hospital. He talked to me and told me that the doctors said he had kidney stones. I actually ****ing apologized to him.

Today my parents went to the hospital. There's nothing wrong with Ryan. He made the whole thing up. The nurses said he asked for drugs all night. They had to actually tell him they couldn't give him any more because all the tests were negative.

They called a social worker and a psych doctor. Ryan is a drug addict. He told them he's been snorting heroin and that he has voices in his head telling him to hurt people. Now he has security in his room 24 hours a day and he's being admitted to a psych ward. I won't be seeing him for a while. We finally found out what happened. And now it's being taken care of.

I'm actually happy. He's safe and being protected by professionals and now I can sleep. What a ****ing month.

I know they'll be more responses and and replies from me but I just wanted to tell all of you who have been actively following this story and providing support that I thank you from the deepest depths of myself. Really. Herm, Troll, Vanilla...everybody else...you guys are really good people and I'm happy to say I know people like you even though it's on the internet. Thank you.

03-19-2013, 07:53 PM	#80 (permalink)
Exo All day jazz and biscuits Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: NJ Posts: 7,359	I mentioned a page ago that I had a more detailed update coming. Here it is... Last week Ryan went to the hospital with what was considered a bladder infection. He got a weeks worth of 10 mg pain percocets and was for the most part okay. Like his regular medicine...the pain killers were to be administered by us twice a day. He complained of pain and he ended up getting three or four a day. When he wouldn't give him one he would pout and eventually give up but we started noticing he would go into the bathroom multiple times a day and stay in there going through drawers for 20 minutes at a time. Every time we asked him about it he'd deny doing anything. The day we got our puppy which was three days ago he left without telling us and didn't come home until two in the morning. He was high and I was disgusted. Yesterday he spent the whole day with the puppy and around five o'clock he asked for a percocet. We told him that he didn't have any left and that he wasn't getting any more. He then starting wincing in pain complaining of sharp pain. He apparently asked my mom to bring him to the hospital and she said no. I had no idea this happened. I was downstairs. The doorbell rings. It's the cops. Ryan called himself an ambulance and didn't tell us about it. The cops know my dad who has been a volunteer fireman for 30 years in our town. They asked if Ryan really needed to go and we told them if he did we would take him and to call off the ambulance. They left and we dug into Ryan. He kept begging us to bring him and we kept screaming at him that all going to the hospital would do is waste seven more hours and waste a hundred dollars for them to say the same thing last week. He cried and begged. It was strange. He wasn't even listening to us. Just kept saying he needed to go. Just kept repeating it. Very strange. Twenty minutes later he put on a coat and boots and walked out the door. It snowed seven inches last night. He walked out into it with no phone and no money. He never came back. I called everywhere and finally found out he had hitchhiked to the hospital. He talked to me and told me that the doctors said he had kidney stones. I actually **ing apologized to him. Today my parents went to the hospital. There's nothing wrong with Ryan. He made the whole thing up. The nurses said he asked for drugs all night. They had to actually tell him they couldn't give him any more because all the tests were negative. They called a social worker and a psych doctor. Ryan is a drug addict. He told them he's been snorting heroin and that he has voices in his head telling him to hurt people. Now he has security in his room 24 hours a day and he's being admitted to a psych ward. I won't be seeing him for a while. We finally found out what happened. And now it's being taken care of. I'm actually happy. He's safe and being protected by professionals and now I can sleep. What a **ing month. I know they'll be more responses and and replies from me but I just wanted to tell all of you who have been actively following this story and providing support that I thank you from the deepest depths of myself. Really. Herm, Troll, Vanilla...everybody else...you guys are really good people and I'm happy to say I know people like you even though it's on the internet. Thank you.