hatrix
Bluelighter
Oh boy, where do I start....
So I receive a phone call from a person I won't name. She says she found some drugs that had been hidden in the garage by someone else. I'm stoked because there's half a bag of MDMA, along with a bunch of phenazepam in another bag.
This unnamed person (no this person is not me) wanted to take some MDMA to feel more awake and get some things done around the house. I tell her she needs to wait until I get home so she doesn't accidentally take the wrong thing. Bags are no longer labeled for some reason and I say it's a VERY bad idea to not wait until I get there to make sure no one ends up taking phenazepam.
Fast forward about 3 1/2 hours later, I get home and walk in the door. Unnamed person is lying on the floor passed out in the kitchen. She apparently was in the process of making coffee and passed out during the middle. Coffee bag on the ground, half full pot of water.... You get the point.
I wake her up, she is CLEARLY super fucked up. Can't even walk, constantly falling over etc. Keeps asking the same questions over and over and over and over. Super amnesia.
I ask, did you take any of what was in the black spaded bag. I'm told "just a little". Well we all know that means it was actually a shit ton because it's phenazepam.
It has now been over 36 hours since then. She slept ALL day yesterday and last night. Still fucked up this morning. Having trouble walking, slurred speech.
I can't even think of what I can do to remotely reverse this phenazepam. A high dose of meth ? I don't know what to do except wait it out.
So I receive a phone call from a person I won't name. She says she found some drugs that had been hidden in the garage by someone else. I'm stoked because there's half a bag of MDMA, along with a bunch of phenazepam in another bag.
This unnamed person (no this person is not me) wanted to take some MDMA to feel more awake and get some things done around the house. I tell her she needs to wait until I get home so she doesn't accidentally take the wrong thing. Bags are no longer labeled for some reason and I say it's a VERY bad idea to not wait until I get there to make sure no one ends up taking phenazepam.
Fast forward about 3 1/2 hours later, I get home and walk in the door. Unnamed person is lying on the floor passed out in the kitchen. She apparently was in the process of making coffee and passed out during the middle. Coffee bag on the ground, half full pot of water.... You get the point.
I wake her up, she is CLEARLY super fucked up. Can't even walk, constantly falling over etc. Keeps asking the same questions over and over and over and over. Super amnesia.
I ask, did you take any of what was in the black spaded bag. I'm told "just a little". Well we all know that means it was actually a shit ton because it's phenazepam.
It has now been over 36 hours since then. She slept ALL day yesterday and last night. Still fucked up this morning. Having trouble walking, slurred speech.
I can't even think of what I can do to remotely reverse this phenazepam. A high dose of meth ? I don't know what to do except wait it out.