FuriousGeorge
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Hi,
If this post seems somewhat deficient in details, it's probably intentional. If you wish to skip the following preamable and get to the specific question, it's in the second to last paragraph.
I'm a "respectable" H.S. teacher and would prefer to remain so. I drink rarely and in moderation and occasionally take one of the wife's Ambien. That said, in my college years I did binge drink, smoke pot, take Ecstasy, Percocet (once) and Dexedrine (once or twice).
Just over ten years ago my older brother died of an IV cocaine/heroin overdose. I hadn't seen him in years and we were never especially close; me being the 'good' (and it has to be said, 'boring') son to his recklessly energetic and cheerfully sociopathic personality. He was also tragically (in my view), extremely intelligent.
An ancillary question just occurred to me: his girlfriend/common-law wife told me after his death that he would, once a week or so, "intentionally overdose". She wasn't talking suicide (I'm almost certain). What did she mean? Why would my brother do this, i.e., "intentionally overdose"?
Anyway, sometime around 1987/1988, while my brother was still living at home, he confided in me (he must have been high) that he had a 'stash' (or words to that effect; I've forgotten) hidden under a loose floorboard in his bedroom. Soon afterward he left the house for good. I've always assumed the 'stash' -- whatever it was, probably pot -- was still where he'd left it.
And it was.
Both my parents are elderly now and have put the house on the market since they have trouble getting up the stairs and need a single-story house.
So, finally curiosity caught up with me after all these years. I removed the indicated floorboard with ease and with the help of a dental mirror, flashlight, and several coathangers duct-taped together, hooked the handle of the aforementioned "stash" and pulled it toward me. It turned out to be a document case; the cheap, accordian-style case you'd buy at Office Depot to keep tax documents and insurance papers in, but it was surprisingly heavy. So heavy that I had to double-up on coathangers and duct-tape to drag it to within reaching distance.
It was covered with mold spores and had a highly unpleasant, almost revolting, "musky" odor. I held it by its handle like I would a dead rat by the tail, dropped it into a Hefty trashbag and put it in the trunk of my car. The next day I sprayed a can of Lysol into the Hefty bag, put on a pair of rubber gloves, popped the pitted aluminum clasps and looked inside.
I expected to find moldy pot.
And I did.
Maybe an ounce of it. But I also found some items that have left me both intrigued and more than a little scared. Apparently, my late brother was far more heavily into the 'game', even at nineteen, than I'd ever imagined. I was, and remain, astonished. I never knew the specific circumstances of his eviction from the house, but it must have been sudden & unexpected for him to leave all this behind.
I'm only going to mention one item as I don't want some SWAT team tracing this post and descending on my house with submachine guns blazing and tossing stun grenades through our windows.
(1) A small, glass amber bottle of (100) 1 mg. Dilaudid. I think it's important to mention that the bottle had been opened, the factory seal broken, and it's not completely full. The expiration date is 11/90. The tablets have a stylized 'K' imprinted on them and appear to be a very light green. Some tablets are more faded than others, almost white in color, but this also applies to the rest of the pharmaceutical tablets contained in the case as well (the bottles of capsules seem to have 'melted' together into a single amorphous mass.)
Though I've never stuck a needle in my arm, I've been curious about Dilaudid ever since seeing the film "Drugstore Cowboy" when it came out and was playing at a theater in downtown D.C. (I saw it with my brother incidentally).
My question is this: Considering the truly disgusting state of the (non-airtight) document case, the ancient expiration date, and the fluctuations in temperature over the decades in the crawlspace (I'm guessing close to zero in the winter and over 90 degrees in the summer), would it be pure folly to IV, say, 4-6 mgs? There are BD syringes in the case that have never been opened. Even taking the precautions I've read about here (wheel-filtering, etc.) I'd only do it once; just for the experience. But, based on the above, I'm worried about a severe allergic reaction that would require a trip to the ER (and cost me my job, my marriage, perhaps even my arm). Is this worry justified? I'm not entirely risk-averse, but I don't want to be idiotic.
My brother showed me this site years ago, and I'm positive there was a photo page where one could anonymously upload photos. There are some pics I could take that I believe members of this site would find very interesting (and perhaps clarify for me what some of this stuff is; most isn't pharmaceutical). Do you have to be an advanced/veteran member to access this page?
Thanks in advance for your time and advice.
-F.G.
If this post seems somewhat deficient in details, it's probably intentional. If you wish to skip the following preamable and get to the specific question, it's in the second to last paragraph.
I'm a "respectable" H.S. teacher and would prefer to remain so. I drink rarely and in moderation and occasionally take one of the wife's Ambien. That said, in my college years I did binge drink, smoke pot, take Ecstasy, Percocet (once) and Dexedrine (once or twice).
Just over ten years ago my older brother died of an IV cocaine/heroin overdose. I hadn't seen him in years and we were never especially close; me being the 'good' (and it has to be said, 'boring') son to his recklessly energetic and cheerfully sociopathic personality. He was also tragically (in my view), extremely intelligent.
An ancillary question just occurred to me: his girlfriend/common-law wife told me after his death that he would, once a week or so, "intentionally overdose". She wasn't talking suicide (I'm almost certain). What did she mean? Why would my brother do this, i.e., "intentionally overdose"?
Anyway, sometime around 1987/1988, while my brother was still living at home, he confided in me (he must have been high) that he had a 'stash' (or words to that effect; I've forgotten) hidden under a loose floorboard in his bedroom. Soon afterward he left the house for good. I've always assumed the 'stash' -- whatever it was, probably pot -- was still where he'd left it.
And it was.
Both my parents are elderly now and have put the house on the market since they have trouble getting up the stairs and need a single-story house.
So, finally curiosity caught up with me after all these years. I removed the indicated floorboard with ease and with the help of a dental mirror, flashlight, and several coathangers duct-taped together, hooked the handle of the aforementioned "stash" and pulled it toward me. It turned out to be a document case; the cheap, accordian-style case you'd buy at Office Depot to keep tax documents and insurance papers in, but it was surprisingly heavy. So heavy that I had to double-up on coathangers and duct-tape to drag it to within reaching distance.
It was covered with mold spores and had a highly unpleasant, almost revolting, "musky" odor. I held it by its handle like I would a dead rat by the tail, dropped it into a Hefty trashbag and put it in the trunk of my car. The next day I sprayed a can of Lysol into the Hefty bag, put on a pair of rubber gloves, popped the pitted aluminum clasps and looked inside.
I expected to find moldy pot.
And I did.
Maybe an ounce of it. But I also found some items that have left me both intrigued and more than a little scared. Apparently, my late brother was far more heavily into the 'game', even at nineteen, than I'd ever imagined. I was, and remain, astonished. I never knew the specific circumstances of his eviction from the house, but it must have been sudden & unexpected for him to leave all this behind.
I'm only going to mention one item as I don't want some SWAT team tracing this post and descending on my house with submachine guns blazing and tossing stun grenades through our windows.
(1) A small, glass amber bottle of (100) 1 mg. Dilaudid. I think it's important to mention that the bottle had been opened, the factory seal broken, and it's not completely full. The expiration date is 11/90. The tablets have a stylized 'K' imprinted on them and appear to be a very light green. Some tablets are more faded than others, almost white in color, but this also applies to the rest of the pharmaceutical tablets contained in the case as well (the bottles of capsules seem to have 'melted' together into a single amorphous mass.)
Though I've never stuck a needle in my arm, I've been curious about Dilaudid ever since seeing the film "Drugstore Cowboy" when it came out and was playing at a theater in downtown D.C. (I saw it with my brother incidentally).
My question is this: Considering the truly disgusting state of the (non-airtight) document case, the ancient expiration date, and the fluctuations in temperature over the decades in the crawlspace (I'm guessing close to zero in the winter and over 90 degrees in the summer), would it be pure folly to IV, say, 4-6 mgs? There are BD syringes in the case that have never been opened. Even taking the precautions I've read about here (wheel-filtering, etc.) I'd only do it once; just for the experience. But, based on the above, I'm worried about a severe allergic reaction that would require a trip to the ER (and cost me my job, my marriage, perhaps even my arm). Is this worry justified? I'm not entirely risk-averse, but I don't want to be idiotic.
My brother showed me this site years ago, and I'm positive there was a photo page where one could anonymously upload photos. There are some pics I could take that I believe members of this site would find very interesting (and perhaps clarify for me what some of this stuff is; most isn't pharmaceutical). Do you have to be an advanced/veteran member to access this page?
Thanks in advance for your time and advice.
-F.G.
I'm not going to screw it up (knock on wood), I'm just concerned some bacteria could have made it's way inside the bottle. On that note, the bottle was tightly closed but it was not factory sealed. If it had been factory sealed I wouldn't be so concerned.
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