A Story From The Detox Facility aka Fatty Needs Attention I got sent to detox about a month ago for my drug addiction. I was very near the verge of death before I came to the hospital (barely a pulse, vital organs shutting down). Now detox is a pretty pathetic place, but you can definitely find hope in unexpected situations. I talked to people who had been through so much. Prostitution, sexual assault, violence, ODing outside in the middle of winter. I commend most of those people just for being alive and most of them still wanted to get better. They helped convince me to never come back. And then there was this hambeast. She was about 350 pounds and 25 years old. She had never had a job in her life, and still lived with her parents. When I was able to leave my bed, she was sitting out in the day room taking up two chairs and waiting for lunch. I asked her what she was detoxing from because she was smiling and able to eat all her food (and my portion) and she said that she had taken 10 sleeping pills in front of her boyfriend to try to kill herself (after she had tried to slit her wrists, I looked at her wrists and could barely see a mark) because she was so stressed out. First off, that is the most half-assed suicide attempt I have ever heard of in my life. 10 sleeping pills could maybe kill a newborn not an anthropomorphic trash heap like yourself. I guess she was stressed because she had to get up on occasion and walk to fridge to get more food (that her military boyfriend bought her). I'm not even shitting you, she said the first thing she was gonna do when she left was get her boyfriend to drive her to McDonald's to make her feel better. I saw 40 year crack addicts in this place that weren't as pathetic.