I've had at least one pretty bizzare mishap which can only have been caused by being fucked up on at least one substance or other.
A big dose of benzos was involved, but it might have been something else too, and it was something that affected my thought processes enough for me not to think straight and to make bad decisions.
I was sitting on the edge of bath one time, not something I normally do, and that's pretty weird in itself as to why I was even doing that. I must have been fucked. Anyway, somehow I lost my balance, even sitting down, and I managed to fall backwards into the bath, and somehow straining and fucking up my back in the process of falling while trying not to fall at the same time.
I was then laid out flat on my back on the bottom of the bath. Something in my back had 'gone' and it wasn't long before the big dose of benzos had fully kicked in and that definitely did not help matters. I just could not sit up, or get up. I was struggling for hours to try to move and get up. Several hours. I was getting nowhere. I was lamenting the lack of strength in my triceps at that time. If I had been training my triceps muscles maybe I could have lifted myself out by the strength of those muscles. Tricep dip style. But I did not have the sort of tricep strength required to do be able to do that.
Eventually I had the demented idea that if I was to fill the bath with water, maybe it would help me float upwards and make it easier to just roll out the bath if necessary. Surprise surprise that did not quite go to plan. Unfortunately something I didn't think of was that the temperature control on my hot water wasn't working right and so scaldingly hot water was coming out. Hotter than I realised. I ended up scalding the fuck out of my head and face in that water. And so I gave up on that idea, but the damage had already been done.
Eventually I somehow managed to generate enough movement and momentum to kind of lift myself up to the top of the bath and roll myself out. I was so exhausted by that time that I just went straight to bed and slept for hours regardless of the burns.
I got a second scolding when I woke up and took myself to the hospital for the burns. It was from the nurse this time for leaving it so long before going to hospital. I was in for a few days. My face was burnt bright red and thick layers of dead skin were falling off, or had to be rubbed off my face in the shower. When I was released I had to wear a bandage and then a gauze over my face for a few more days, and I was under strict instructions to keep the sun off my face for at least 3 years otherwise the burning to my face would flare up again. I was advised to go the Drs for some codeine for the pain relief, and when I went I was immediately given a prescription for a large tub of 30mg cocodamols with no questions asked.
The burning gradually faded over the next few weeks and I did mostly manage to keep the sun off my face for the 3 years they advised. One time early on I got caught out somehow, but it it was unavoidable and it did feel very sore so I had to get out of the sun asap.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
. Although I can't even remember what I may or may not have taken besides the large dose of benzos, it almost certainly wasn't just benzos. It's amazing how fucked up things can sometimes get without even leaving your own 4 walls.
