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Ismene2

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Whats the strangest place you've ever "come to" after being...I dont know..in a fucking dilaudid coma for 3 hours or whatever.

I once woke up in hospital with a nurse asking me what month it was - Ive never been good with dates...
 
My bed at my parents house. Ran away when I was a teenager and lived with a dealer for a week. Basically snorting meph and eating valium like sweets for days with no sleep, eventually blacked out for several days and apparently went out clubbing with random people I went to school with was selling shit for this dealer throughout, even still attended classes etc but was a gibbering mess lol. Then apparently the house got raided and I was deemed "too intoxicated to arrest". And brought home by police and was extremely rude to them when they tried to interview me. I remember none of this and just woke up in my own bed like wtf.

Besides that robably plain old hospital after a big etizolam and booze fuelled blackout on an IV coke/ethylphenidate comedown
 
Woke up on a strange sofa no idea where I was or who the people I was with were....turns out I was in a town about 70 miles from where I thought I was, and where I had been downing Tequila slammers 12 hours earlier...was one of my very last alcohol binges and a looong time ago now
 
I woke up in a hospital after a multi day black out from at least 5 days of binging phenazepam. I was still completely fucked up. A nurse told me i needed to stay there for monitoring untill 12 am and after that i was free to leave. I thought "fuck it, i'm not gonna stay here for two 2 hours" and i legged it but two security guards tackled me down before i reached the entrance. Because of that i was considered to be a risk for my own safety + health and therefore i was taken to a mental hospital against my will. Of course i was fuck'*ng fuming because of that but it was enough of a reason for them to sedate me. So i got injected Haloperidol in my arse cheek and was unconscious soon after that. They kept me there for 2 days and i had to speak to a psychiatrist a couple of times before being released. All i can say about it is that it sucked.
 
Jackal said:
In a hotel with a beautiful prostitute and a bad hangover and 79 missed calls at 2pm
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Something like this but without "beautiful prostitute" part. Was doing coke, methadone and benzos with friends that left "early". So I continued with coke and "internet movies". Passed out and woke in PM hours. My phone was off due to battery drainage and my family wasn't happy about that. It was obvious cause of 100+ missed calls that I saw when I turned on the phone...
 
Balls deep into a fortnight long phenazepam and vodka binge, I woke up one morning in the gutter between two parked cars with a (very attractive) WPC standing over me. Eager to prove I wasn't a druggy pissed up cunt, I insisted upon performing a sobriety test (this isn't even a thing in the UK). So the poor woman stood there with a bemused look on her face as I marched up and down an imaginary line whilst touching my nose with alternating index fingers.

Eventually, she told me to "get on my way".


Later that evening, the same copper found me crumpled against a wall having been run over by a cyclist riding on the pavement. I had a nasty gash on my head so she took me to A & E. As soon as she fucked off I went back home because I couldn't be arsed waiting to be seen and just wanted to crash out.

Around midnight, I was roused from my slumber by a banging on the door. It was the same copper again. She'd checked up on me with the hospital and when she found out I'd done a runner, she came back to cart me off to A & E. She stayed there while they stuck my head together with superglue and took me back home. Fair play to her, she was patient and genuinely concerned for my welfare - which is more than I fuckin was at the time...
 
F.U.B.A.R. said:
Balls deep into a fortnight long phenazepam and vodka binge, I woke up one morning in the gutter between two parked cars with a (very attractive) WPC standing over me. Eager to prove I wasn't a druggy pissed up cunt, I insisted upon performing a sobriety test (this isn't even a thing in the UK). So the poor woman stood there with a bemused look on her face as I marched up and down an imaginary line whilst touching my nose with alternating index fingers.

Eventually, she told me to "get on my way".


Later that evening, the same copper found me crumpled against a wall having been run over by a cyclist riding on the pavement. I had a nasty gash on my head so she took me to A & E. As soon as she fucked off I went back home because I couldn't be arsed waiting to be seen and just wanted to crash out.

Around midnight, I was roused from my slumber by a banging on the door. It was the same copper again. She'd checked up on me with the hospital and when she found out I'd done a runner, she came back to cart me off to A & E. She stayed there while they stuck my head together with superglue and took me back home. Fair play to her, she was patient and genuinely concerned for my welfare - which is more than I fuckin was at the time...
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Swear UK cops are such decent people 70% of the time. Fuck living in the US. Youd be in jail or shot by now
 
F.U.B.A.R. said:
As soon as she fucked off I went back home because I couldn't be arsed waiting to be seen and just wanted to crash out.
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I sympathise as I can't be arsed hanging around in there either, I dont care how much blood is pouring out or how much pain I'm in. If i'm still able to move then I must be ok.
 
On a more sordid note, on a beanbag, flooded by my own, already cold,urine filling the indent my arse made in said waterproof beanbag after the tail end of a mdpv and gbl run while I had a bit of a nasty g habit on the go some time in the 2000's
 
In the back of an ambulance with the medic shouting at me, saying that my heart rate etc had been fine but that I'd been unrousable, and when I faded in and out again shouting at me "HAVE YOU BEEN PUTTING BLUE POWDER UP YOUR NOSE!!??"

I remember denying this fiercly but he had obviously seen my bag of 'Heisenberg' blue Ethylphenidate, in my pocket.

Besides, it was the Geeb that had caused my KO, not the Ethyl. I'd completely messed up my Geeb dosing that night when the barman gave me a pint of lemonade rather than half a pint, I was already a bit too far gone to correctly work out the correct dosage adjustment. The O/D KO came on very suddenly in the venue, one second i was feeling a bit swimmy in the head and then next thing I knew it was wake up in an ambulance time.

I was in and out of consciousness in the ambulance, but woke up completely after a short while on the hospital bed. A very stern nurse found my little vial of Geeb along with the Ethyl and my half baked lies, denials, and excuses obviously weren't going down well. She probably phoned the police on me. Someone did. I was getting impatient to leave as I recovered, but when I saw a copper on the front desk I decided to retreat back to my bed. Fortunately there was no police action. He didn't even speak to me, If he was even there because of me at all. The Ethyl was legal at that point, and Geeb a grey area I guess. He probably had better things to do than to write me up, fortunately for me.

I did love Geeb so much, music was just so incredibly lush on that stuff, but taking it on a night out has never been a good idea for me. I've only done this 3 times, and that resulted in 2 kos and on the 3rd time I tried to rip a cash machine apart when it swallowed my card. I would absolutely never ever dream of doing anything so completely demented and stupid otherwise.
 
Woke up to find a woman in a white coat pulling a needle out of my arm, my shirt ripped open and a sore chest. Eventually I realised I was in hospital. My girlfriend was there and she informed me that I'd overdosed and was in the resuscitation ward having been defibrillated twice and given naloxone.

First thing I said?

"Wow, that must have been good shit".

That doctor gave me such a dirty look that it will haunt me for the rest of my life...
 
Ismene2 said:
Whats the strangest place you've ever "come to" after being...I dont know..in a fucking dilaudid coma for 3 hours or whatever.

I once woke up in hospital with a nurse asking me what month it was - Ive never been good with dates...
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I "came to" after being drugged and kidnapped and then drugged on and off. I came to one time and got away and everything around me was in the Cyrillic Alphabet 0.O
I was FUL-LY not aware I wasn't still in the UK.
 
I woke up on the floor with the dog licking my face this morning. I got the proportions wrong on a combination that previously worked wonders.

I once started taking amphetamines in Sydney and woke up several days later in Canberra with a car I didn’t own. Fortunately it was friends. But he hadn’t lent it to me.

I once went to play blackjack at the casino and woke up in the ER when I took a quick heroin break in the toilets. First time using it.
 
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