Saturday started off like any other day. My husband made Me a cuppa tea in bed when he got back home from walking the dogs. We had dinner and I then watched tv while he listened to the football. I had got to a point where I could no longer cope with everything life was throwing at us. I saw the only way out was to end everything. I had already sorted out the way I would do it. I had already written letters to my husband and son explaining why. So I took my tablets with some water and continued with what I was doing. I remember feeling a bit sick and that’s it. The next thing I know I’m in hospital being asked if I know who I am and where I am. I did. They told me no to pull my tube out but it made me sick. I remember walking up and seeing my Sister there and knowing David was there. I remember being asked if I had taken something and I think I said yes but I was too itchy to concentrate. I remember being told I was to have a lumber puncture but don’t remember having it done. I must of fell asleep because the next thing I remember is waking up on a different ward and it was Tuesday I think. They kept me in until Thursday then sent me home. This is what they tried to feed me.