Self-unintubation seems to have a really high fatality rate and I have known three people that happened to and a fourth who did it and was in a persistent vegetative state because of it for something like four and a half months but had a remarkably complete recovery considering everything that happened. There was a man in town who was injured very badly in the head after a motorcycle accident who very well could have removed the tubes as a means of suicide, and then my hairdresser at the time was in hospital in and out of a coma or very deep sedation for H3N8 influenza (which was similar to but worse than Sars; just how she caught the 1891 Asiatic Horse Flu and the one that killed George Burns' parents in 1903 all the way in 2009 was never explained) and she got up in the night and removed it and suffocated.
Hmm, I think I'll bang up some dextromoramide and drink a big coffee and eat caffeine tablets to get a big long posts . . . . ahah ahaahah!
I had an aunt who way back when added a little bit of tubing and a Y to her oxygen apparatus in hospital so that she could put her cigarette holder into the tubing and smoke whilst she had the nasal cannula or mask on, and brought a lot of the tubes and things home with her, so her husband would turn on the oxygen, then connect his tobacco pipe to the thing somehow and would mix opium or Dilaudid with his smoking tobacco and soon had constructed a large, complex bong with the medical equipment with two or three chambers and several places to suck in the smoke. Both of their enthusiasm for water pipes and more or less quitting tobacco smoking a long time ago has allowed them to live to a healthy old age, and they are spry and quick, quick as a hot knife through opium . . .
I used to tap a little morphine into a cigarette and would smoke it , and learned how to chase the dragon using about a half-dozen different morphine derivatives and started to assemble my opium smoking outfit at the time going to antique shops and trading implements with other folks, like those who used the bowl scrapers as improvised screwdrivers and all that kind of thing. They both gave up tobacco quite some time ago but like opium, smack, morphine, dipipanone, Palf, phenadoxone, and that stuff and will sometimes smoke/vapourise it. When I would cook up the opium prior to smoking it , I often mixed morphine, oxymorphone, hydromorphone, and/or hydromorphinol into the liquid opium or knead some smack or nicomorphine powder into it, Usually the only reason they smoke tobacco is to use it as a substrate to smoke morphine or something like that.
My neighbour has a pet kiwi who makes her own acetylmorphone from D and Affordable Care Act Cap'n Crunch cereal ( AcA) right before it is time to let it rip, usually likes to mainline or rail it, or shoot it into her cloaca with an oral syringe like for feeding little squirrels and raccoons who lost their mothers, including making sure they get all the vitamin A and B₃ they want. Obtaining a powder of the narcotic by drying andthen mixing it into Bolivian Marching Powder or Vitamin R or something of the same sort works well. The kiwi also had eggs of little dibenzoylmorphine and acetylpropionylmorphine and nicomorphine birds in her nest too a lot of the time. and one of the male birds we call Ace Chloride, Pet Detective.
When I was a child, I was having eye surgery and tests in hospital and they kept the damn 15-gauge IV needle in my arm the whole time for the first couple of days, so I could not roll over and it made it impossible for me to sleep, so the second night, I removed it with proper technique -- it wasn't giving me anything but a slow trickle of isotonic saline to keep it open -- which my sister who was a nursing student taught me and watched me do it, and then I rolled over and went to sleep. I was very obstreperous when the nurse asked what was going on the next morning and I asked the chaplain, a couple of the other nurses, my GP/paediatrician and my family members and neighbours to help me get something changed,, and for the remaining nights, they put the IV line in a part of my arm which was not as obtrusive, it was some kind of smaller and flexible catheter and allowed me to move around better, and I got a small glass of a cough syrup with phenyltoloxamine, dextromethorphan, and dihydrocodeine after dinner and then they gave me a capsule of hydroxyzine HCl, and a shot of orphenadrine HCl and dihydromorphine tartrate in the IV at bedtime, and I slept at lot better the remaining nights I was there.
I had some kind of projectile vomit and violent coughing and asthmatic-type reaction to something the radiologists were giving me in the IV, so I was on a benzodiazepine and hydromorphinol combination for the rest of the day
They used a paint brush on my tear ducts, my eyelids, and inside my nose to daub 17.5 per cent C-Jam solution when they were getting ready to cut me, then the sedative was my very first dose of the glorious drug Scophedal, then the anaesthesia itself was levorphanol & nitrous, and I remember the high but not the surgery -- excellent, and to this day I insist on that protocol for endoscopies and spinal injections. Most recently, a few years ago, they did trihexyphenidyl + ephedrine + dipipanone + propofol, my only complaint being that I forgot the entire thing. I was sure that Sexy Trihexy added to dipipanone and ephedrine and so on would be very good, but of course no memory of it, and I was told I had everybody gather round the bed and told them I love everybody and people need a Recommended Daily Allowance of Diconal and Sexy Trihexy to make the world run more smoothly. When I woke up, I was at first convinced that I had travelled back to 1910 and was disappointed to hear that was not the case. A couple of years later, I ate Sexy Trihexy and Bentyl with DHC and coffee with my science instructor after the end of the school day and she ended up feeling my cock and showing me her clit, which I used a little paintbrush on. I also learned about Ben Wa balls that night, thinking earlier that it had something to do with Benoît Mandelbrot at first.
The anaesthesiologist earlier gave me some levorphanol tablets partially to make sure I tolerated it well so they could use it in the IV for the surgery, and he left the box and said to have some if I needed it, and before and after the surgery, he gave me some hits off the nitrous oxide tank and told me the history of nitrous oxide whilst I was breathing it in and laughing. He also sent me home with a 32-count box of morphine + cyclizine (Cyclomorphine) tablets and that was about the time that I discovered Blue Velvet on my own because I would take them with an small cup of coffee and an effervescent tablet of tripelennamine citrate in water; the tripelennamine and a bunch of hydroxyzine my maths teacher brought back from Paris with her earlier that year.
I took the antihistamine Pyribenzamine for hay fever and Föhnkrankheit and it felt wonderful along with DHC linctus and paracetamol and caffeine and I felt just like Jesus' nephew and made sure to ask my doctor for a shot of the combination the next time I went in for an appointment, also about the time I discovered glutethimide and was introduced to nicomorphine (Vilan) tablets and suppositories too when arthritis in my spine first blew up and paracetamol, aspirin, and thebacon would cut it usually but not always. Then I just accidently stumbled on Loads by taking a half of a Doriden with the thebacon and paracetamol and aspirin with caffeine one night,
By that time I was such an antihistamine lover and expert that on a family vacation I made a point of wangling a factory tour of sorts at a location of Rhône-Poulenc and was elated to find that they indeed has sort of factory outlet store at which I purchased bottles of a bunch of different types of antihistamines and also some monographs and books about antihistamines. I had a very interested and motivated lab partner in the form of one of our pet rabbits who had a bad itch a lot of the time, so I tried all sorts of different antihistamines in drinking water and cucumber and the rabbit loved them all. Years later I had a cat and three rabbits who were secondhand opium smokers and would come running when they saw the keyless saxophone and/or heard the tray with the outfit on it bang down on the table.
