Oh, we called the national hospital helpline after I got home. They laughed when they heard my story and my name because I'm named after a girl in an famous Astrid Lindgren story that everyone in Sweden is familiar with. In the story she runs of and lives in the woods.
To find my way home I listened to the motorway and made sure I had the moon on the same side the whole time.
It was really nice/funny/tragic to see everyone post pictures on facebook about the beautiful night sky. (that they had taken while looking for my lost ass) I mean, yes really fucking pretty but also really fucking cold.