willy33
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I flirted with fentanyl for a few days before a rather negative experience, which was this:
My girlfriend at the time had acquired 100 microgram patch, and knowing how strong these bad-boys are, I took precautions. First, We cut the patches into quarters, with the intent on going halves with the quarters, for an individual dose of an eighth at a time.
The first two times we did it it seemed fine. We put the quarter-patch into a spoon and added half a mil of lemon juice, then bought it to the boil. Then we drained off the lemon juice and added 90 units of water from a clean needle onto the patch. We brought it to the boil again, and then stirred the mixture for a good few seconds to infuse it with the water. We chucked in a filter and both drew back half exactly half of the remaining water each. Obviously some water had boiled away to steam, so we each had about 35 - 40 units in our needles. We found our veins and plunged away. The result was wonderful, to say the least. Very much like heroin, which we were not as used to as morphine (our drug of choice) which crosses the blood-brain barrier that little bit slower than oxycodone, heroin and fentanyl (and other more exotic opiates which are difficult to obtain).
We had done this perhaps four times in the two days leading up to the negative event i'm going on to describe, the one which put us off fentanyl. These four times were positive experiences and we enjoyed them.
The next (and last) time we did fentanyl, we employed the exact same process as the one I have described above. I put my shot away, and was feeling great to say the least. Then my girl put hers away, and was seemingly okay. She got up off the kitchen stool where she had taken the shot, then announced she had to go to the toilet. I heard the toilet flush, saw her walk out the door and then wham! She fell flat on her face (luckily there was no damage). At first I thought she was playing a prank on me, as she is known to do such things (even though I had told her to NEVER joke about overdosing). After saying it wasn't funny and to get up, I realized she wasn't mucking around. I rolled her onto her back and she started to make this weird and extremely disconcerting sound, like she was struggling to breath (which in hindsight was exactly what her body was trying to do). It sounded kind of like a burp in reverse, if that makes sense. It's very difficult to describe in words. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. I began to slap her with one hand and dial 000 for and ambulance with the other. I had only been out of jail for three days and was on parole, but I knew not to fuck about with an OD. Life is so very precious. I have heard of selfish people not ringing the ambo's because they are worried about the cops. To that I say: DON'T BE SO BLOODY SELFISH!
Anyway, about seven minutes later the paramedics arrived and I told them exactly what she had taken, and they dosed her with naloxone and took her to emergency. She lived, thank God. The police didn't get involved, and neither of us used fentanyl again.
I wanted to use this forum to ask people why she dropped that particular time, when we had been using the exact (well, as exact as we could be) same method each time. Same amount, same way of extraction, same method of administration etc. Does anyone have any explanation as to what happened that day?
My girlfriend at the time had acquired 100 microgram patch, and knowing how strong these bad-boys are, I took precautions. First, We cut the patches into quarters, with the intent on going halves with the quarters, for an individual dose of an eighth at a time.
The first two times we did it it seemed fine. We put the quarter-patch into a spoon and added half a mil of lemon juice, then bought it to the boil. Then we drained off the lemon juice and added 90 units of water from a clean needle onto the patch. We brought it to the boil again, and then stirred the mixture for a good few seconds to infuse it with the water. We chucked in a filter and both drew back half exactly half of the remaining water each. Obviously some water had boiled away to steam, so we each had about 35 - 40 units in our needles. We found our veins and plunged away. The result was wonderful, to say the least. Very much like heroin, which we were not as used to as morphine (our drug of choice) which crosses the blood-brain barrier that little bit slower than oxycodone, heroin and fentanyl (and other more exotic opiates which are difficult to obtain).
We had done this perhaps four times in the two days leading up to the negative event i'm going on to describe, the one which put us off fentanyl. These four times were positive experiences and we enjoyed them.
The next (and last) time we did fentanyl, we employed the exact same process as the one I have described above. I put my shot away, and was feeling great to say the least. Then my girl put hers away, and was seemingly okay. She got up off the kitchen stool where she had taken the shot, then announced she had to go to the toilet. I heard the toilet flush, saw her walk out the door and then wham! She fell flat on her face (luckily there was no damage). At first I thought she was playing a prank on me, as she is known to do such things (even though I had told her to NEVER joke about overdosing). After saying it wasn't funny and to get up, I realized she wasn't mucking around. I rolled her onto her back and she started to make this weird and extremely disconcerting sound, like she was struggling to breath (which in hindsight was exactly what her body was trying to do). It sounded kind of like a burp in reverse, if that makes sense. It's very difficult to describe in words. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. I began to slap her with one hand and dial 000 for and ambulance with the other. I had only been out of jail for three days and was on parole, but I knew not to fuck about with an OD. Life is so very precious. I have heard of selfish people not ringing the ambo's because they are worried about the cops. To that I say: DON'T BE SO BLOODY SELFISH!
Anyway, about seven minutes later the paramedics arrived and I told them exactly what she had taken, and they dosed her with naloxone and took her to emergency. She lived, thank God. The police didn't get involved, and neither of us used fentanyl again.
I wanted to use this forum to ask people why she dropped that particular time, when we had been using the exact (well, as exact as we could be) same method each time. Same amount, same way of extraction, same method of administration etc. Does anyone have any explanation as to what happened that day?