prodigaldaughter
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First let me preface that before this particularly scary experience my feelings and thoughts towards meth were amicable. I've smoked it a total of 4 times with my friend (who was addicted to it for about 6 months) as well as a guy friend (fwb, who also had a lot more experience with it than I did). So, this was my first time smoking it alone. I bought a gram last Thursday and was pretty excited to be doing it again since I missed the euphoria and high it gives. (The last time I smoked it was about a month ago)
I really couldn't tell you how much I smoked, but I can give you a play by play as to how much I did smoke(at the time I wasn't paying attention which ultimately lead to me smoking too much). I loaded the bowl and took two big hits around 8pm. I instantly felt that tingly, fuck yeah rush in my head and body. The urge to smoke more was strong but I put it away since I had to go to the store with my friends. It definitely woke me up, but I wasn't tweaking or visibly spun- just more awake and talkative.
My plans were to stay up all night to do homework and just come down the next day. When I came back to my home I hit the pipe 3 more times around 2 am. I loaded the bowl again so I could have it ready for my next hits before leaving for class in the morning. I stayed up all night nothing significant happened. I made the decision to smoke more before I left so I could stay high through out the day. This is where I fucked up. When I smoked with my friend I would usually take 2 big hits(till my lungs couldn't expand) and then come down and smoke again 8 hours later. But this time smoking alone, I was redosing and not really paying attention to how much I had been smoking.
Before I left my home(8Am) I sat on the floor of my bathroom, lit a candle, held the bowl one inch to the flame and watched the smoke start to circle in the bowl. I remember taking 3 huge hits- I wanted to feel that rush again before leaving. After my last hit I looked in the mirror and my pupils were fucking huge. I liked it, didn't think anything of it. Then I left.
I'll fast forward to when shit was getting real. Around 9am, sitting in class I noticed I was feeling sleepy. Not heavy sleepy, but like noticeably tired? I was thinking:wtf, this meth is bs. But then as the minutes went by I felt something wasn't right. I felt weird, like uncomfortable but I couldn't understand why. I was tweaking, I was actually able to sit still, but found it hard to focus on what my teacher was saying. Just something wasn't right.
Then it happened. Out of nowhere I felt the blood from the top of my head just drop and flush down to the bottom of my body like instantly. I felt extremely ligh headed and the urge to vomit was overwhelming. I knew it was the meth. I gathered my shit and just walked to the bathroom. I got extremely angry at myself for not realizing how much I'd smoked. Once in the bathroom I began drinking handfuls of water to calm myself down, and to cool myself off. I didn't know what to do. I could feel my heart racing but that's "normal" when you're smoking meth. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked fine. But it was when my left arm started feeling tingly and numb that I started to panic because I knew that was a sign of a heart attack.
I tried drinking more water but nothing was working. I checked the timer I set and it had been exactly and hour and 30 min since I last smoked. I was so confused, if I was really ODing wouldn't it happen instantly?? Not an hour later?? Whatever. I kept checking my face, and my lips were a deep red almost purple. My palms were turning purple too and my hands were completely swollen. This wasn't helping me, I started to panic more. I thought if I could just calm down and ride this out I can make it. No chest pains so no worries right?
At that moment I felt extremely light headed again, and like I was about to vomit. I made the decision to leave the building because if it came down to calling the ambulance I didn't want anyone from my class seeing that. So I decided to walk a couple blocks away, just so no one would see me or see me get into a ambulance if I was really going to call one(I know paranoid much). But since I wasn't experiencing chest pains I thought I was in the clear. It had been 2 hours and my pulse still wasn't letting up. My left arm would go numb, and cramp up every so often. The left side of my face was also tingly, and would go numb as well. There were 3 instances in which I did dial 911, but would hang up because I was able to calm myself.
Around noon(4 hours after I smoked) I decided to call my friend and have him pick me up. Also I didn't want to be alone. When he showed up he did everything he could to calm me down. He kept reassuring me that I was all in my head and that I was just having a bad trip with the meth. He checked my pulse with the heart monitor app on his iPhone and my pulse was 160. He reassured me that that wasn't too bad(I didn't know what a regular pulse was so I believed him). We were walking around the block since that seemed to help me calm down but I was getting tired. My vision was kind of blurry and it was hard to focus. All the while I'm taking deep breathes in an out trying to remain calm. We made the decision to get in his car to drive to a gas station to get me water-big mistake.
While in the car, it was hard to distract myself from all the symptoms I was feeling which fed into the anxiety. I really felt like I was having or going to have a heart attack. All the signs were there. 5 min away from the gas station my left leg goes completely numb, and I feel a pain traveling up from my shin to my thigh and up to the side of my body. I felt a sharp pain in the left side of my upper back and soon my arms went completely numb and my hands were cramping up I into the shape of Cs(I couldn't move or bend them at all it was extremely painful to do so). Then the pain coming up into my left arm.
This wasn't all in my head, these were real symptoms happening out of my control and that's when I made my friend call 911. I just couldn't take it anymore. I started really panicking telling my friend I couldn't move my arms or hands. When we got to the gas station he had me step out of the car which was another big mistake. I instantly felt like I was going to pass out. And on top of not being able to move my arms or hands-I thought I was going to die right there at the gas station.
The ambulance pulled up and it took all my strength and will to walk over to the van and climb in. The check my vitals and my pulse was at 155. The emt guy told me a regular pulse was 70. After I told him I've been like this since 9 am (it was 1:30pm at the time) he urged me to go to the ER, saying I would probably drop dead if I don't. The only reason I decided to go to the ER was because he told me they would give me something to come down. On the way there my chest on the left side started feeling tingly- intense dread filled my stomach. I looked up at the emt guy saying my chest was starting to hurt but he told me everything was going to be ok, and that I wasn't going to die. They put an IV in my arm and before I knew it we were at the hospital.
The chest pains started getting more intense when I was in the actual ER room. And to my dismay they didn't give me anything to come down. The nurses hooked me up a heart monitor machine, my pulse was 160. My arms were still painfully locked up as well as my hands. It was a fucking nightmare. This lady actually tried to make me sign something, but I kept pleading that I couldn't grip the pen. So she managed to fix it into my cramped distorted fingers and I somehow managed to scribble something down before the pain in my chest was just too much.
It grew harder to breathe, like my chest was hurting from expanding and at one point I couldn't take deep breathes anymore. The nurses were telling me to calm down and take deep breathes but I physically couldn't. At one point I looked up to a nurse and in rapid shallow breathes I tried telling her I couldn't breathe, but she reassured me and said if I was talking then I could breathe. Around 3/4pm(I'm guessing here) that's when it happened, the moment I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Both my legs when completely numb, my feet were actually purple, my left leg cramped up and there was this intense pain almost like my leg was collapsing in on itself. The pain traveled up my thigh, then to my side, the familiar sharp pain came back into the upper left side of my back(shoulder blade), then up my left arm and this time my right arm as well, the left side of my face went numb and tingly and finally my chest was cramping. I saw flashing lights around me, and I just accepted the fact that my heart was going to stop beating. I tried telling a nurse my chest was hurting, that it's going to stop, but all she did was hand me a plastic bag contraption and had my hold it over my mouth to slow my breathing. I couldn't really hold it so I kind of just pushed it up to the side of my face as I laid there in terror and accepting of my fate. My pulse was still 160 at this point.
I felt like the nurses were waiting for me to flat line, honestly. At one point they left me in the room by myself. Around 5/6pm my pulse actually stabilized and went down to 120, then 100, then 90. My feet weren't purple or swollen, same with my hands. Because I was able to control my breathing my arms were freed and I could actually move my fingers around. I was completely exhausted, and completely out of it. They helped me on my feet to pee in a cup(pregnancy test). I needed to hold onto the wall since being up made me feel extremely dizzy and I found it hard to keep my balance. Around 9 pm is when they finally discharged me. My blood pressure was 125/89. I was deemed ok to leave. My friend picked me up and that night I was still really anxious about my body. Being in a panicked state like that for 8 hours left me super aware and anxious about every little pain in my body.
I literally got the work out of my life that day. I've never experienced anything like that the 4times I smoked meth with my friends. I'm still coming down from the meth right, it's been 3 days. I'm exhausted unmotivated and still very anxious about my heart.
Before leaving the ER a nurse gave me a sonogram of my heart noting that it was in perfect condition even after what I had put it through.
When I came back home from the ER my place stank of meth. I was shocked. I guess I really did smoke way too much for my body to handle.
I'm 24 yr old female, 130 lbs, 5'2". I'm still conflicted as to whether I should throw away the meth I have left(there's a lot left). Since I have had enjoyable and good experiences with it. If anything I've learned NOT to redose as many times as I did, as well as respecting the drugs itself. It's fucking strong.
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I really couldn't tell you how much I smoked, but I can give you a play by play as to how much I did smoke(at the time I wasn't paying attention which ultimately lead to me smoking too much). I loaded the bowl and took two big hits around 8pm. I instantly felt that tingly, fuck yeah rush in my head and body. The urge to smoke more was strong but I put it away since I had to go to the store with my friends. It definitely woke me up, but I wasn't tweaking or visibly spun- just more awake and talkative.
My plans were to stay up all night to do homework and just come down the next day. When I came back to my home I hit the pipe 3 more times around 2 am. I loaded the bowl again so I could have it ready for my next hits before leaving for class in the morning. I stayed up all night nothing significant happened. I made the decision to smoke more before I left so I could stay high through out the day. This is where I fucked up. When I smoked with my friend I would usually take 2 big hits(till my lungs couldn't expand) and then come down and smoke again 8 hours later. But this time smoking alone, I was redosing and not really paying attention to how much I had been smoking.
Before I left my home(8Am) I sat on the floor of my bathroom, lit a candle, held the bowl one inch to the flame and watched the smoke start to circle in the bowl. I remember taking 3 huge hits- I wanted to feel that rush again before leaving. After my last hit I looked in the mirror and my pupils were fucking huge. I liked it, didn't think anything of it. Then I left.
I'll fast forward to when shit was getting real. Around 9am, sitting in class I noticed I was feeling sleepy. Not heavy sleepy, but like noticeably tired? I was thinking:wtf, this meth is bs. But then as the minutes went by I felt something wasn't right. I felt weird, like uncomfortable but I couldn't understand why. I was tweaking, I was actually able to sit still, but found it hard to focus on what my teacher was saying. Just something wasn't right.
Then it happened. Out of nowhere I felt the blood from the top of my head just drop and flush down to the bottom of my body like instantly. I felt extremely ligh headed and the urge to vomit was overwhelming. I knew it was the meth. I gathered my shit and just walked to the bathroom. I got extremely angry at myself for not realizing how much I'd smoked. Once in the bathroom I began drinking handfuls of water to calm myself down, and to cool myself off. I didn't know what to do. I could feel my heart racing but that's "normal" when you're smoking meth. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked fine. But it was when my left arm started feeling tingly and numb that I started to panic because I knew that was a sign of a heart attack.
I tried drinking more water but nothing was working. I checked the timer I set and it had been exactly and hour and 30 min since I last smoked. I was so confused, if I was really ODing wouldn't it happen instantly?? Not an hour later?? Whatever. I kept checking my face, and my lips were a deep red almost purple. My palms were turning purple too and my hands were completely swollen. This wasn't helping me, I started to panic more. I thought if I could just calm down and ride this out I can make it. No chest pains so no worries right?
At that moment I felt extremely light headed again, and like I was about to vomit. I made the decision to leave the building because if it came down to calling the ambulance I didn't want anyone from my class seeing that. So I decided to walk a couple blocks away, just so no one would see me or see me get into a ambulance if I was really going to call one(I know paranoid much). But since I wasn't experiencing chest pains I thought I was in the clear. It had been 2 hours and my pulse still wasn't letting up. My left arm would go numb, and cramp up every so often. The left side of my face was also tingly, and would go numb as well. There were 3 instances in which I did dial 911, but would hang up because I was able to calm myself.
Around noon(4 hours after I smoked) I decided to call my friend and have him pick me up. Also I didn't want to be alone. When he showed up he did everything he could to calm me down. He kept reassuring me that I was all in my head and that I was just having a bad trip with the meth. He checked my pulse with the heart monitor app on his iPhone and my pulse was 160. He reassured me that that wasn't too bad(I didn't know what a regular pulse was so I believed him). We were walking around the block since that seemed to help me calm down but I was getting tired. My vision was kind of blurry and it was hard to focus. All the while I'm taking deep breathes in an out trying to remain calm. We made the decision to get in his car to drive to a gas station to get me water-big mistake.
While in the car, it was hard to distract myself from all the symptoms I was feeling which fed into the anxiety. I really felt like I was having or going to have a heart attack. All the signs were there. 5 min away from the gas station my left leg goes completely numb, and I feel a pain traveling up from my shin to my thigh and up to the side of my body. I felt a sharp pain in the left side of my upper back and soon my arms went completely numb and my hands were cramping up I into the shape of Cs(I couldn't move or bend them at all it was extremely painful to do so). Then the pain coming up into my left arm.
This wasn't all in my head, these were real symptoms happening out of my control and that's when I made my friend call 911. I just couldn't take it anymore. I started really panicking telling my friend I couldn't move my arms or hands. When we got to the gas station he had me step out of the car which was another big mistake. I instantly felt like I was going to pass out. And on top of not being able to move my arms or hands-I thought I was going to die right there at the gas station.
The ambulance pulled up and it took all my strength and will to walk over to the van and climb in. The check my vitals and my pulse was at 155. The emt guy told me a regular pulse was 70. After I told him I've been like this since 9 am (it was 1:30pm at the time) he urged me to go to the ER, saying I would probably drop dead if I don't. The only reason I decided to go to the ER was because he told me they would give me something to come down. On the way there my chest on the left side started feeling tingly- intense dread filled my stomach. I looked up at the emt guy saying my chest was starting to hurt but he told me everything was going to be ok, and that I wasn't going to die. They put an IV in my arm and before I knew it we were at the hospital.
The chest pains started getting more intense when I was in the actual ER room. And to my dismay they didn't give me anything to come down. The nurses hooked me up a heart monitor machine, my pulse was 160. My arms were still painfully locked up as well as my hands. It was a fucking nightmare. This lady actually tried to make me sign something, but I kept pleading that I couldn't grip the pen. So she managed to fix it into my cramped distorted fingers and I somehow managed to scribble something down before the pain in my chest was just too much.
It grew harder to breathe, like my chest was hurting from expanding and at one point I couldn't take deep breathes anymore. The nurses were telling me to calm down and take deep breathes but I physically couldn't. At one point I looked up to a nurse and in rapid shallow breathes I tried telling her I couldn't breathe, but she reassured me and said if I was talking then I could breathe. Around 3/4pm(I'm guessing here) that's when it happened, the moment I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Both my legs when completely numb, my feet were actually purple, my left leg cramped up and there was this intense pain almost like my leg was collapsing in on itself. The pain traveled up my thigh, then to my side, the familiar sharp pain came back into the upper left side of my back(shoulder blade), then up my left arm and this time my right arm as well, the left side of my face went numb and tingly and finally my chest was cramping. I saw flashing lights around me, and I just accepted the fact that my heart was going to stop beating. I tried telling a nurse my chest was hurting, that it's going to stop, but all she did was hand me a plastic bag contraption and had my hold it over my mouth to slow my breathing. I couldn't really hold it so I kind of just pushed it up to the side of my face as I laid there in terror and accepting of my fate. My pulse was still 160 at this point.
I felt like the nurses were waiting for me to flat line, honestly. At one point they left me in the room by myself. Around 5/6pm my pulse actually stabilized and went down to 120, then 100, then 90. My feet weren't purple or swollen, same with my hands. Because I was able to control my breathing my arms were freed and I could actually move my fingers around. I was completely exhausted, and completely out of it. They helped me on my feet to pee in a cup(pregnancy test). I needed to hold onto the wall since being up made me feel extremely dizzy and I found it hard to keep my balance. Around 9 pm is when they finally discharged me. My blood pressure was 125/89. I was deemed ok to leave. My friend picked me up and that night I was still really anxious about my body. Being in a panicked state like that for 8 hours left me super aware and anxious about every little pain in my body.
I literally got the work out of my life that day. I've never experienced anything like that the 4times I smoked meth with my friends. I'm still coming down from the meth right, it's been 3 days. I'm exhausted unmotivated and still very anxious about my heart.
Before leaving the ER a nurse gave me a sonogram of my heart noting that it was in perfect condition even after what I had put it through.
When I came back home from the ER my place stank of meth. I was shocked. I guess I really did smoke way too much for my body to handle.
I'm 24 yr old female, 130 lbs, 5'2". I'm still conflicted as to whether I should throw away the meth I have left(there's a lot left). Since I have had enjoyable and good experiences with it. If anything I've learned NOT to redose as many times as I did, as well as respecting the drugs itself. It's fucking strong.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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