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Close calls you've had

I haven't had anything too scary in comparison but I'll never forget my first ever experience with ketamine (and had lyrica and valium/temazepam in my system that I forgot about) I was alone and the effect was so gradual but when it finally built up it was so strong that I was screaming internally trying to stay awake (couldn't make a noise as I was totally paralysed) because I was shit scared that if I blacked out I wouldn't wake up.

Another time was in a hospital when a doctor IV pushed a rather large amount of morphine into me and walked away and instead of expecting a nice rush I ended up with laboured, voluntary breathing and I couldn't yell anything cause I was struggling to breath. Luckily he was coming back soon and then I had midazolam so don't remember much else.
 
Good Thread,

I have had quite fair few close calls such as crashing my car into someone's house while drunk and on E (never drove drunk again, but have to admit driving while on drugs a lot as was on maintenaince,weed,meth etc).

Please anyone reading this DO NOT ever dose someone up on drugs and especially psyches without them knowing and while they have to be somewhere in an hour. I was only 16 and I was smoking bongs after school at a mates house. I was at boarding school at the time and he was a day student. He then without me knowing had boiled up solid sub shrooms trip and emptied the contents into the red cordial glass I was drinking. I had to back for dinner at school in 1 hour. Basically it was one of the most terrying couple hours I had up until as I was sure I would be explelled on the spot as was falling deep in a strong trip and being a very uneexperienced tripper. Anyways I just went straight to bed and missed school dinner and just told the duty teacher I had barfed in the toilet and had to lie down and fell asleep.

The worst close call though was in 09 after a work function I went to the cross with some work mates. As usual I was obscenely drunk and did not get let in. Seeing as I was at the cross on my own all of a sudden wasted I thought it would be good to go and score some H and a hooker. I had been clean for about 2years at this time and during my using years had never OD'd before I stupidly I told the hooker I had been using that week so she didn't mix me up a small shot and try and rip me. After the pushing the plunger I just remember thinking oh fuck this iss soo good, then next thing I am being revived by paramedics and then in st vincents. After I got out I went to see the prostitute to thank her for calling the ambos, and she told me she was in the bathroom and heard a 'thump' came back and I was on the floor. She also gave me CPR while the ambos came. This changed my life and I have only once used IV H since. I still shudder when I think about my parents getting the news I had OD on H and died. Thank god and the universe I survived that one.
 
I was coming down after an ice/mdma binge and decided to have a shower, when I got in I felt dazed and confused (like being drunk). Suddenly I lost consciousness inside the shower and fell over, hit my head against the glass door and tried to balance myself using the shower handle (it broke), then slid down and hit my head again on the marble floor. I woke up later in the shower in an awkward position, managed to turn the water off then got out and passed out on the bathroom floor - face up in the star jump position...

Probably the shock to my CNS from the water being too cold :/

Ended up with a graze on my head but not many other symptoms, lucky...
 
Don't have time for any long yarns at the moment but -

Related to legal/LE stuff -

Had a quarter of weed found in my backpack that had been stolen. Cop said I'd had enough strife for the night, and let me keep the bong and weed. I appreciated that a lot because I needed a few cones after that experience (being rolled by a group of people)

Police gave me and a friend a lift into town, after missing our train because of being chased after by someone with a trolley pole. Were gurning our tits off...friend had some weed in his backpack which was fairly stinky, police were nothing but kind and friendly, and even made a joke about it.

Scary drug related experiences -

Friend overdosing on mushrooms (will elaborate later, was fairly traumatic though...)

5000m said:
I was coming down after an ice/mdma binge and decided to have a shower, when I got in I felt dazed and confused (like being drunk). Suddenly I lost consciousness inside the shower and fell over, hit my head against the glass door and tried to balance myself using the shower handle (it broke), then slid down and hit my head again on the marble floor. I woke up later in the shower in an awkward position, managed to turn the water off then got out and passed out on the bathroom floor - face up in the star jump position...
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Exact same thing happened to me also... How strange. I came to face down in water (probably only a few seconds later) Had a bit of a panic attack approaching after that, I opened a bottle of vallium, poured a bunch into my mouth and washed it down with a skull of beer. Was very shaky and had no footing at all afterwards (which wasn't just benzo related)
 
Drinking a bottle of DXM and coming home talking crap to my parents. It was not a very fun night. But the next day I had laser tag, so that was fun considering I still had a bit of a buzz.
Oh yes, and the first time I took ecstacy was when I was woken up at 1am by my brother, 3 days before NYE, pressuring me into taking ecstacy. I took it, mainly because he told me that I'd be fine at 9am when I had to do my driving lesson and then go to work. :X
Oh, oh. And when I smoked some bud with my brother and we both freaked out during a walk. I kept hearing girls screaming REALLY loud behind me, and my brother was trying to ring the ambulance but I stopped him and calmed him down, then I had to get him out of the public toilet with no lights and riddled with spiders and insects because he was trying to sleep in there. 8) I swear that bud had something else in it, because everytime I smoked even a little bit like one cone, i'd freak out and just have these introspective visuals. - totally unaware of what was going on.

They were all close calls one way or another. Not on dying, but just being caught, getting into an accident etc.
 
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Oh man, oh man.

Main problems with benzodiazepines:
Overdosed on them about 10 times, 6 of which had landed me in the intensive care unit for overnight observation. Very, very close to death, I'm only 21, and have steered clear of abusing benzodiazepines.

Poly drug use is a no goer for myself. Resigning myself to the fact that A. I don't want to pay per mg dosages of OxyContin 20/40 or 80's...so I mainly stick to codeine etc.
 
Once i had two very large doses of Ice IV'ed in quick succesion, first doses was fine, great rush zooooooming, thought i may aswell finish the rest of the gear, maybe 10 mins after the first dose, my mate gave me the shot because i was already shaking a bit(probably a good sign not to have had anymore), so instead of the normal rush i just got this really strange visual distrotion thing start happening, like felt off balance and my vision was swaying side to side very quickly almost like my eyes were vibrating, could hardly manage to walk, only lasted about 20 mins and then the symptoms vanished.

Anyone else had a similiar experince over amping?
 
long post, but here goes, im not the best at english but ive tryed my hardest haha,

My story about getting lucky with cops

i get the call to go pick up a few friends because we are jumping the fence to a music festival today (big day out) i decided i take a few of these shit eccy pills to sell once i get in i had vacuum sealed these at work so sniffer dogs couldn't smell them , so i meet up with them and buy them some alcohol, im 17 so this is illegal in Australia, but i still succeed. so we drive to the festival just as we are leaving the car i get the bright idea to cover my pills in stickers (no idea why) , one of my friends has a ticket, i get shouted about a half bottle of jim-beam and 2 pulses (energy drink with alcohol)
so me and my jumping buddy are with this huge group of other people trying to jump, there about 3 guards along a 50m wall with one guard sitting in a watch tower pointing to the other guards were the kids were jumping, the wall is about 2meters tall with barbed wire along it has been cut in 2 places, my friend think he is smart jumps without really planning it and get caught straight away, so im left there with all the other kids trying to jump, when i realize that the best way is to just rush the wall, because there are about 50 of us and 4 guards, so being the intoxicated fellow i was, i organize the group to all jump, saying i will jump first, so i jump and i immediately get caught and no one else follows me, fucking pricks
so i get taken to the police house and my details get taken and i get issued a move on notice, meaning if i am caught here again i would be issued some sort of fine, so i decided to drive back to my suburb and see what all my other friends are doing, i wanted to buy some weed but literally no one has any anywhere, so i have to go with option b and get some alcohol, but this time i get asked for ID, fuck my life. i end up smoking 3 resin cones, and after that i yakked because all i had in my stomach was alcohol. i feel like absolute shit for about 15mins and decide id get a feed, after my feed we drive back to try get into the festival, so driving there's all good im feeling better now after a meal still not sober though, and then fuck, i see a booze bus up ahead... i tell my friends i think im about to loose my license.
so i get breathalyzed and he asks to see my license, then after fumbling around for about 15seconds he tells me to get out the car, me thinking its because the Breathalyzer turned positive for alcohol, because the legal limit for me was 0.00 because i was on P's. but no its just because he said the car reeked off weed. (it doesn't really, more like tobacco imo) so they search the car and find my bong in the center console, because that's how i roll (or used to) they are convinced we have bud on us and tell us to take everything out of our pockets, and there was my pills wrapped in stickers i had forgotten about then until then, see takes a look at everything and places it on a limestone wall next to a garden, so there we are me and my two friends getting question by 3 police with my three pills sitting there waiting to be discovered, so i casually push the pills off the wall and bury them into the garden, fuck yes no cop saw me.
so they strip search my two friends and orally-swab me for marijuana use, whilst there waiting for the results to show they're asking when was my last cone and why do i smoke weed, to which i replied "feels good man". they search the rest of the car and don't discover the pipe i have in my glove box, lucky on that one as-well. so the test comes up negative for weed and im free to go, after getting a fine for not having P plates up ($100) and possession of smoking implement ($100). so i drive off to the festival, preety much on a feeling invincible, just getting away with pill possession, driving drunk and driving under the influence of drugs. so im back at the same wall (to jump back in) but they now have a dog, i wait around and eventually see my opportunity and rush and leave the two friends i came with behind as i jumped the fence, after i jump its just me no one else jumped after me and this big Maori security guard trys to catch me but i dodge and run past him to run behind some building to get in successfully, i then proceed to walk around lost for an hour, then find some friends, watch 1 act then leave, then go home to smoke some weed with my friends.
 
two stories and I'll say the moral of the story right now, considering your all going to be like tl;dr, but the moral is, don't ever let anyone cook up your shots for you, no matter how much you trust them.

I am by no means proud of these moments:

First story was about 14 years agos. A glorious Saturday afternoon. I was getting ready for a good friends birthday, big party to be had when another one of my friends friend drops over. Without much ado she pulls out some heroin that she had already cooked up and loaded into a fit. Awesome i thought to myself, a little dabble in some smack would be a nice way to chill before the party.

Sitting there on my bed something came over me and for some bizarre reason I make a crucial decision to halve the shot. I don't know why I did this but if I hadn't then I probably would have died. I though i could trust my friend but looking back I was stupid to do so. She was losing it big time. Not only was her consumption of all things drugs off the scale but she was making homemade snow cones, not with speed though but with; Ajaxs, powdered kitchen cleaner Ajaxs. The clincher was she claimed she had already shot this stuff up.

So after hitting it I instantly realised that things weren't right. I tasted multiple drugs, the rush was strange, hair raising on my arm, not very pleasant at all.

Birthday friend rocks up at the same time and bam we're in cab heading to the party. I started becoming really sensitive to the light and sounds, feeling sick I close my eyes the entire way. We get to my mates place and the party is just about to start when this massive headache hits me along with waves of nausea. I start losing, not able to talk properly, i’m losing my balance and I end up lying on the ground in a fetal position. We call the poisons hotline. They think i'm going through a cerebral haemorrhag, luckily we're around the corner from RNS.

Now I'll gloss over this (as i've said it before) but the treatment from the triage nurse is woeful, you could tell she hated junkie scum and was happy to let me die. Me, I'd call it malpractice. They refuse to admit me to ER despite the fact I can no longer walk, see properly, i'm blinded by pain. I’m starting to get scared, its getting worse as every minute goes by. I’m on a seat, sweating profusely, my friend has to hold me up as I can longer hold myself. I’m freezing cold, shivering. my head is killing me.

A passing nurse notices that i’m not alright and finds a bed for me. I’m wheeled into intensive care. Soon after that I start to vomit. They put me on a drip and i’m not sure what else. I end up passing in and out, waking to pain, vomiting, and embarrassingly enough, diarrhea. No one helps despite calling them. My friend holds/helps me walk to the the toilet.

So for the next 8 hours a cycle of vomiting, and diarrhea happens, alongside lots of other thing like pain and discomfort. I ruined my friends birthday but without him i would have died that night.

Second story is a lot more brief. I start using big time soon after the OD. With a brothers friend we end up getting on somewhere in Surry Hills. Again I let my friend mix up for me (hmmmmmMMMmmm). The shot is exceedingly powerful but i'm riding the wave and all is good. My friend though is coming in and out and we have to get going. So we jump in the shaggin waggin (hot purple panel van with flame decals, and chrome everwhere - awesome car). but his's way too smashed to drive. Stupid me on the other hand puts his hand up to drive.

It is 2am and a school night so the streets are pretty deserted even though its the inner west. So we're driving along, doing about 10-20kph when everything goes black. I don't know how long after but I wake up with the car stopped in the middle of the road. I don't remember how we got back to the house but we did and I swore I'd never do anything so fucking stupid & dangerous like that. That is truly the most stupidest thing I have ever done and I am so glad I didn't end up killing anyone. I truly apologise to the entire universe for that one.
 
Closest call I've had would have had to be a few years ago.. Probably 2008 or 2009..

Was using heroin with a couple of mates and had gone along for a drive to go see 'Old love' about some more gear. Me and my mate F were crusing back from Ashgrove to her place in Spring Hill with I'd say 1g-1.5g of gear for us stashed in a hiding place in her keyring..

We're 30m from turning the corner and pulling into her driveway when from behind us a light flashes on and a siren is heard..

We turn the corner so we're directly across from her driveway and stop to see what the cops wanted.. Just a random breath test, which F passed no problem.

We park the car, run in and tell her husband of our tale. We were SHITTING ourselves.. When they pulled us over..

Lucky for us, we seemed innocent enough
 
^^
I took 5 at first, 10 mg, blacked out due to a low tolerance of being off the shit for 5 weeks, ended up taking 200 in total. Was rushed to the nearest hospital, even paramedics were shitting themselves, all I remember of the event was that first encounter with the paramedics and me waking up in hospital, with Ma and Pa Kettle overseeing me. One of the most shameful/embarrassed moments of my life. Hence, which is why I limit my benzodiazepine intake these days.

No brain damage/neurological malfunction was detected after a fMRI.

Close call indeed, MikeRWK.
 
The first time I ever whacked up coke was a close call I think but not too sure if it was because I've never OD or experienced anything close to ODing. I whacked a point and as soon as I took the needle out of my arm I felt this insane rush that I've never experienced in my entire life and hardcore bell ringing in my ears. But at the same time I had this weird feeling that I couldn't explain, the best explanation I can come up with is that it felt like I was about to fall over an edge.
 
^ Stopped in the middle of the road is a lot better than many other possible outcomes. Some nice stories here, not sure if I should add any or not. Most of mine involve alcohol when I was a lot younger. I certainly should be dead. Never come close to death from opiates, I'm sure our family has a natural tolerance, laugh if you want but I don't think it's a laughing matter with the amount of money I need to spend, and my brothers say similar things.
 
I have a couple:

Cocaine overdose in Colombia:

I had been using cocaine by this stage for about 4 months, and considered myself pretty experienced with the drug. Though probably not technically an overdose in that I didnt need to go to hospital, I feared for my life. The previous night I had drunk alot and gone through about 2 grams. I woke up feeling not too bad and had a little coke left over. At about lunch time I started doing it again, and by the time I stopped at 5am the next morning I had probably gone through 4 grams of colombian coke. now keep in mind that it is ALOT stronger than what you get in Australia. I had also drunk a ridiculous amount, plus eating nothing for two days.

Once I got back to my hotel with my girlfriend I had a shower and noticed that I was feeling really light headed. After getting out of the shower, 10 minutes later I was too dizzy to walk and felt like I couldnt get any oxygen into myself. I was also paranoid and anxious as all hell, my left arm and face were going numb, and my heart rate was at about 150bpm (as though I was exercising heavily). I was also sweating alot.

It was scary as shit. I honestly thought that I was going to die. Luckily after a few hours I passed out and woke up 5 hours later feeling like absolute shit. you would think that would of knocked some sense into me. Nope! I continued to use cocaine pretty heavily for the next month, but luckily a comedown was never that bad again. I always made sure I had xanax on hand after that one. now that I am back from south america, I would happily never touch cocaine again. Though it is pleasurable and great for talking shit with people on, it really is a terribly addictive and fiendish drug. It also often brings the worst out in people.

Serotonin Syndrome

I was taking zoloft at the time, and my doctor thought it would be a good idea to up my dosage from 50mg a day to 100mg. stupidly, the day it was upped I went out and got drunk as it was my girlfriend's birthday. this leaded to have some dexamphetamine. fast forward a few hours and I'm in Revolver and stupidly purchase a pill and halved it with my girlfriend. It turned out to contain DXM, which is a dangerous chemical to mix with SSRIs.

I fell asleep well that night but woke up feeling terrible. I was very paranoid and anxious and had a very upset stomach. I was also sweating alot. After a few days the symptoms got worse, and I was starting to have some quite scaring invasive thoughts. I went to the doctor and they told me I suffering serotonin syndrome and prescribed some valium and immediately halved my medication. In some cases Serotonin Syndrome can be deadly.


anyway, this was a great idea for a thread. reading the posts about heroin has further strengthened my resolve to not try it. Though I'm sure I'd like it (as I love opiates) the risk of overdose and addiction scares the shit out of me.
 
^told you cocaine was nasty shit^ ;)

In the highlands of Guatemala there is a Mayan village called San Pedro La Laguna on the shore of Lake Atitlan, which for better or worse has turned into a party destination where everything is available. There are fullmoon raves on the shores of the lake and numerous bars and nightclubs spread along the waters edge. Usually there is no problem with police, but every now and again they raid the town to extort money from the patrons at the bars that haven't paid them off in advance.

Long story short, I had just finished smoking a massive joint on the ground floor of a certain bar when around ten fully-armed (think riot gear and automatic weapons) Guatemalan officers stormed the place. I was lucky (having just finished smoking) but I knew one of my friends was on the rooftop and would most likely be breaking any number of laws at the time. I ran up the stairs after a few of the officers in the hope of warning her but only arrived in time to see her surrounded by police while rolling a joint with an ounce sitting on the table. The police momentarily arrested her (along with a few local Mayan dealers who they apparently took to prison) and interrogated her in the car while threatening a lengthy jail term. After half an hour or so, they drove her to an ATM and made her pay them 2000 quetzales, which is about $300 and confiscated her weed.

The shit thing is this particular bar is basically a smokers bar, nobody uses hard drugs there, but they were raided instead of the clubs where everyone is high on E or cocaine because they didn't pay bribes to the police.

About 10 years ago I took a cocktail of 6-7 "pills" (including some MDMA, but numerous other substances were consumed) in blind childish stupidity at a Space Dj's party in the city before I was more educated on the subject. Hiding under stairs in the shadows vomiting and disorientated for a few hours while the music turned into a high-pitch ringing in my ears was not cool. I have no idea what I consumed but there were definitely dissociatives involved, perhaps DXM.

Needless to say, a lot of reading was done after that experience.
 
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