when I was a co-op student near Dallas. I called the paramedics - when they showed they thought I was retarded - I cursed them and shook the pill bottle in their face - they put me in the back of the ambulance and started an IV - some punk 6th graders that were riding their skate boards gathered around to watch and ask the paramedics "dude - is he going to die?" - response "I don't think so" - I'm feeling real good about now. they take off headed for the wonderful baylor medical center-waxahachie, tx branch - the hit me with a lot of injectable benadryl and epi - doesn't do a freaking thing - we get to the er - by this time I appear to be severely retarded - the er doc checks me out then proceeds to get on the phone - he stays on for several minutes - I am about to eat my tongue - and about to involuntarily dislocated my hand from my wrist - he finally gets off the phone and proceeds to tell me that "YOU - - HAVE - - HAD - - A - - SEVERE - - REACTION - - TO - - YOUR - - MEDICATION" - i am thinking "I know that douche-now make it stop - and by the way, my brain is working fine, and I'm not retarded, so stop talking like that". he said that they were looking in to the best treatment options - he tells me to "hang in there", pats me on the shoulder, and proceeds to his big red medical desk referenced - "I'm 17'd". He can't find anything, so he decides to OD me on benadryl and epi - i pass out, and wake up about 6 hours later, and it has stopped - I got a ride to my apartment and slept for about 3 days, and had panic attacks for 3 years - funny now, but sucked at the time. i have several jackass friends that demand I re-tell the story and act it out on occasion.