Mine was a mix of so many things that I have no idea what really caused it. I can't remember what all it was exactly, but apparently my tox-screen at the hospital was pretty goddamn long. It was about a year ago. I was in balls-to-the-wall party mode and for some reason decided to ignore all my usual rules about substance use and literally wanted to get as high as I could. I'm an idiot, apparently.
MDMA, Ritalin, cocaine, amphetamine/meth, Lyrica (I have nerve pain, so was taking it regularly to treat that), gravol (was trying to take it to sleep. Probably took way too much), weed (not that weed would have done it, but it sure made the experience bizarre in it's own way), a large amount of alcohol, and my daily antidepressant at the time, Wellbutrin.
It was a really slow spiral downward, starting later in the evening when I'd probably done just a *little* too much MDMA and various uppers. Music started getting scary, i didnt want people around, i was feeling really tired, and I decided to call it a night and went to lay down with my boyfriend.
So far, nothing especially unusual, I'd just decided I'd had enough partying. I didn't have my usual benzo prescription with me to pull the ripcord like I had many times before and I kind of started panicking when I couldnt get to sleep as quickly as I'd wanted to, which is probably where I went wrong.
I tried taking a few gravol. Nothing. Couple hours passed so I took a couple lyrica and a few more gravol. By this point, my memory was really spotty, and I probably took way more than I'd meant to. My memory at this point gets pretty fuzzy.
Several more hours passed. I smoked some weed at some point, I don't think I fell asleep, but I don't really remember much until the next morning. I remember distinctly feeling like something was wrong, and checking my pulse a lot, but that's about it. I probably just laid there all night doing that. My boyfriend later said that I was extremely twitchy at points, and he had been starting to worry a little by then.
The next morning as everyone was preparing to leave the hotel we were in, I was extremely confused, had a lot of trouble following conversations, and was slow to react. I was really freaked out by this point, but didn't have the ability to explain what I was feeling, or what I thought I needed. Time went by extremely slowly, and my short term memory was next to nothing. I just wanted to sleep.
At some point, I went to say something, and found I couldn't talk. This horrible broken sound came out of my throat, and for a second, I thought for sure I was choking to death, or maybe I was just tripping out really hard, or I didn't know.
Then suddenly all these people were asking me if I was okay and freaking out, and I was just confused. What did they mean? I was fine. I didn't remember the part where I couldn't talk just then, so as far as I knew I'd just been getting ready to leave the hotel. This freaked me out, and I started having a panic attack. Someone finally had the sense to explain to me that I'd had a seizure.
Ambulance was called. I laid there really embarrassed and just wishing that everyone would stop looking at me. There were times I felt perfectly fine and would try to stand up, make jokes, etc. Just to prove that I was okay so everyone would calm down. Moment of complete lucidity. Then I'd suddenly start getting all confused again, conversations would stop making sense, and I'd suddenly realize "oh shit. I think I'm about to have another seizure".
I apparently had three grand mal seizures over 8 hours. I don't even remember the last on happening, but apparently it was bloody and violent enough that the attending doctor was half sure I was literally dying right there. So yeah. It wasn't a fun time. But I also wasn't entirely aware of what was happening, just that something was wrong, but I didn't really grasp HOW wrong until several days later.
I wish it was more of a blurry memory than it already is, because yeah, it was scary as hell. And embarrassing.
My body ached for days afterwards, and my brain was basically mush.
0/10. Would not recommend.
I've been present for a few ODs (one opiates, and GHB), and both were horrific to watch, so I feel for the people that were present for mine.