Salaam alaikum sisters and brothers. Today, after 12 or so years of being on and off the tit of Lady H (on wins with barely any competition), I went over. Paramedics were called, my fiancee couldn't get at me in the bathroom. Three hits of naloxone IM and I think I started to come around. The whole thing was just a pain frankly - doctors were dickheads, wouldn't give me proper answers. Anyway, it was all quite strange. I have been clean for a few months thanks to Buvidal (strongly recommend as an ORT - the best so far IME and I know that a lot of people agree. But life can be shite eh? And so I slipped. Got back into the swing of the psychological element which has been followed by the creeping physical WDs. I am happy to say that I am going back into treatment and will get my buvidal next week. This OD was just weird though. Generally, my use has a pattern and I've only deviated recently due to getting some of the worst gear I've ever had. Yesterday and today, I was in Glasgow. Not been for a while and ended up scoring. Fifteen bags, not bad quality. I'd probably jag half and smoke half later on. Anyway, I decided to get a bit to take home with me and he took me on a daft mission to get a twenty bag. Didn't know why he didn't just meet me at his usual stop but it was his pal and he explained that they worked together, hence all the BS. Anyway he said that it had been the same gear I'd been getting off him before. I got home, set up a shot, found a vein and the next thing I remember is being strapped to a stretcher and being taken A&E. BTW, forgot to mention that the lad bagged it up by eye, all in a rush like, nd it was a decent size for 20 quid,
Anyway I just wanted to get it off my chest and also ask a couple of daft questions. Why would my boxers and trousers be off when I kept them on and the missus says she's certain I was found that way - is this a thing that happens? I didn't use any more than usual really, so is it possible that I stumbled across the purest teenth seen in Glesga since the Afghan Civil War of the 90? Given that he bagged it by eye could suggest that he would usually bash it a bit and was just in a rush? Could fentanyl have made its way into Glesga's supply? I'd been offered fentanyl by some "online vendor" on Telegram who claimed that whoever he worked for worked all over Scotland but this could've been anyone - CID, some random dickhead looking to scam folks. In any case, I'm sure it has been turning up and I wonder about my experience given that it was so fckin weird. Apparently there was a bang, I was on the floor and she couldn't get the door so the fire dept came and took the door off (needed planing anyway so at least one positive came out of it). Honestly the way I fell and had no clothes on felt more like a seizure which I've had 2 or 3 times over the years due to alcohol WDs (barely drink at all these days).
None of it just adds up, Maybe I'd just gone a bit to far throughout the day but it just didn't feel right. Cut to black and then suddenly tied to a stretcher with nae trousers or boxers. It worries me to think that there could be synthetic cuts being added. Also, crack is everywhere in Glesga now and it just wasn't a thing there before. In pretty much every city and big town in England, smack and crack are sold together. Crack has only recently appeared in Glesga though and its like an open air market - who is allowing this to happen? Maybe its a part of keeping Scotland in the Union...
Anyway, who knows? At least I'm still alive. Be careful, folks.
Oh and also, how long after naloxone can I toot a couple of lines? It was 5-6 hours ago. Just a little line before after such a shitty day.