A stripper named red...all well most of the misadventures, mishapes, mistakes, of being a stripper. All the good things too. Usually funny. Mostly entertaining. Highly opinionated. Never on time.
Monday, March 26, 2018
My first trip in an ambulance
So with being a stripper comes the added benefit that everyone thinks you are a drug addict...sorry kids not today and not that day. It started out like any other day I went for a job interview since I'm looking for a new job...they basically told me to fuck off, I went to the nordstrom bar to get a drink. I complimented some middle aged overweight white man with thinning hair on his jacket, and then said I had no interest in talking to him because at that time I was trying to write a blog that now in drafts. Anyway friend of a friend with the bartender so I went around the bar leaving my drink for just a moment and with the middle aged man with this back to me...to hug my friend, put down a $20 slammed my drink and dashed out of nordstrom...the only indicator something was wrong was that I twisted my ankle on the way out. I jumped in a cab and came home...My best friend was here we were suppose to have drinks and talk about the interview, I immediately started freaking out and kicking things and said I needed 5 minutes alone. I started crying they came over to hug me and I guess I let out three breathes and passed out with no breathing and no pulse and no I didn't take anything.
I woke up for a second in my hall to some emt's shouting my name and I couldn't get my name out and said I took nothing because well I took nothing. Anyway my bestie made the call to put me in the ambulance and we head down the hill they thought they were going to have to go across since they thought they were going to have to paddle me...luckily they didn't. However those guys are good, they can get an IV in while in a moving vehicle.
So I get to the hospital they run a bunch of tests...cannot wait for the bills on those, and there were no opiates no nothing, I'm in great health besides the in and out of it thing.
After 7 hours in the hospital and me yelling at people to shut the fuck up no one gives a shit they are addicted to heroin I was free to go, I took a cab home. I slept a whole day, and luckily for my best friend I'm here to tell the tail had they gone to get vodka I'd be a ghost typing...But I'm not I'm just a normal stripper typing.
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ReplyDeleteWait so you got drugged and they couldn't even tell you with what?
ReplyDeleteI've had sort of the same experience when I got carried out of a strip club on a stretcher. (https://pdxstoney.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-idiot-and-ive-got-paper-to-prove-it.html) Nobody accused me of being a drug addict, but every conversation began 'So how much did you have to drink'for the entire time at the hospital. I hope they catch the bastard that did to you.
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