Well this is the 2nd time in a year and a half that my son overdosed. The first time he was in his room and his father found him and called 911. This past Saturday morning I found him and after cpr and EMS arriving, he ended up in ICU on a vent. He has just been taken off the vent and is very, very lucky to be alive. My husband has a heart condition and this has not been good for any of us. I feel like I have aged 10 years in the past few days. The second day, still with the tubes running everywhere, I didn't know if he was brain dead or not! I was able to communicate with him and he was crying. I was asking him if he had enough and he was nodding yes, are you going to change, "yes", don't you want to be happy and live a normal life, "yes". He has herniated discs and mixed percocet (his drug of choice - not prescribed), with his anxiety meds (xanax and valium). Yesterday, after the tubes were removed, he wants to know if he will be getting pain meds at home. I thought I was going to faint. He keeps telling the nurse how much pain he is in even after they have given him the meds After everything he has been through, I see the selfish addict attitude slowly starting to creep back. There will not be a third time because I don't think he will pull through again. I am so disappointed, depressed, disgusted and just plain sad. I don't know what to expect when he comes home!