An OD Waiting To Happen

Why me?

Why is it always me who comes upon those in distress?

I just came back from the ER with my neighbor upstairs whom I found sprawled in the hall like a felled fawn.  Her eyes, gleaming like prisms, told me all I needed to know.

Drugs, with a capital D.

I was able to get her on her feet while she said things like, “Mommy, I’m sorry Mommy.  I wanna come home.”  It would have broken your heart and your back since I ended up practically carrying her like a papoose.

I know, why didn’t you call 911?

Because time was of the essence.

I had this happen years ago to a model I knew.  The doctors said, if we hadn’t brought her in when we did, we would have lost her.

This came to mind as I dragged this girl into a cab.

And here’s something else I want to mention.  The driver was a Muslim who sprang into action like the National Guard.  He jumped out of his taxi to help me drape her along the backseat.  He then flew to Lenox Hill Hospital, double-parked, and carried her in.  This man impressed me more than I can say.

It’s not my favorite hospital, Lenox Hill, more for the way they rip you off financially, but from the looks of it, they saved her life.

I waited while they pumped her stomach remembering that Italian girl.  Gemma was her name, also a breathtaking blonde…Elizabethan looking with corkscrew curls framing her face.

But then my reverie was interrupted when a nurse came out and said, “She’s okay, and  was wondering if you could go see if she dropped her phone.”

(No, I did not make that up)

Priorities are different for a 20 year-old than a woman of a certain age.  Mine would have been gratitude, not voicemail.

God help us all.

SB

 

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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29 Responses to An OD Waiting To Happen

  1. micklively says:

    Why you Greatheart? The answer’s in the question.

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  2. You forgot her phone! My god woman, what were you thinking? LOL Nevertheless Susannah, you know you did right by her. Proud of you. :O)

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    I’ll bet she doesn’t realize what a close call she had, merely viewing it as an event blip.

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  4. Lynn says:

    You help people because it is the essence of who you are. Sadly with addiction, priorities are lost & logical thinking is practically nonexistent. The fact that this young woman was asking for her momma to forgive her in her drug induced state speaks volumes. You did the right thing Susannah, regardless of her lack of appreciation. We need more Susannahs in this world!

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    • I don’t think she realized how serious this was. I saw her for a minute. They kept her for the night. I didn’t exactly search for her phone, but retraced our steps finding nothing. It was probably lost in her earlier travels.

      I often think about her since she’s the ultimate party girl. I’m coming home when she’s just going out. I pray nothing happens to her because boy, is she a target.

      I could never turn the other way in a situation like that. Not my MO Lynn. It stems from being on my own for so long. I see how others struggle. Explains my admiration for Diana, that I’m getting so much shit about.

      Oh well.

      Thanks for writing.

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  5. This one made me laugh out loud. Maybe we would have been more concerned about a cell phone at the age. Can’t quite remember…oh yes, we didn’t have cell phones!

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    • I yearn for the days of phone booths and 12 hour acceptable delays of…getting back to you. I lost a job the other day while I was buying Swiffer refills at Bed Bath & Beyond because it took ten minutes to return the call.

      This state of immediacy blows.

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  6. MJ says:

    God bless you, Susannah, you saved a life! That’s Biblical in its awesomeness. If you hadn’t acted as you did, and the taxi-driver as he did, that girl wouldn’t be alive today, despite the best efforts of the pros at Lenox Hill. They do what they’re trained to do and get well paid for it. You, and I suspect the driver as well, have been cultivating grace. Bravo!

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    • Thanks MJ, but let’s not canonize me. You would have done the same thing, I’m sure. As humans more often than not, when called to duty we heed the call. Look at that driver. I didn’t even have to say anything.

      Always appreciate hearing from you and that you still read athingirl.

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  7. I am going to dub you the Florence Nightingale of the Big Apple, Susannah. I think it happens to you because other people would just step over her and keep going. Thank God you were there and not on the way to a big job (you weren’t, were you?). Hopefully once her precious iPhone is safe, she’ll at least say thank you.

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  8. Hens House says:

    Some people, just don’t have the right grasp on life, I do hope she gave her heartfelt thanks at some stage x

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  9. Dear God! I’m sure she just wanted to take her “hospital selfie” to post on Facebook. 20 year olds today scare the shit out of me! Mainly because at one point they might be in control of my wheel chair. I just saw a post from a 23 year old who just gave BIRTH. “Just had a baby whelp” Seriously Susannah, I was at a loss for any emotion.

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