Three in morning

Three in morning and fighting hysterical anxiety. stomach hurts, whatever i am on makes me nauseated and wishing i were dead. have taken tylenol, vicodin and phernergan. nothing knowcks me out. want so desperaztely to be knocked out wish i could go to hospital and given something to put me out of misery. wish i had a gun to put me out of misery. how much fucking hell and misery can i endure. God me please helpl, smellin somerthing funny, cant stand the smell, but cant escape it.