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Worse drug addict/dealer you ever met

ohshea said:
Blue saffron- i dont know why your friends told you that. They dont carve you up they just make a thin slice with a scalpel. Unless its really deep and infected it will be a hole on its own when they cut it,which happened w my wrist. you could stick a thumb in there and they rolled up gauze into a cylinder and stick it in there to absorb the remaining pus, called wicking it.

Once i had a wick in an abcess in the crook of my arm and this was a deep pocketed abcess. Theres was so much fuckin gauze in there you wouldnt believe it. I ended up going to jail and was dopesick and wanted to know what time it was because i was bored of waiting for court so i pulled the gauze out of my arm, it was a weird type of gauze that looked like a shoe lace and pushed it under cell door and pushed it out as far as i could, at least six feet to get the guards attention. The guards were so pissed claiming they had to sanitize the whole floor now but i doubt they did anything.
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hahaha.. that's kind of funny :)

I faked an abcess once to get out of jail. If you had a really bad one the jail wouldn't take you, didn't want to be liable or something. So I got arrested, something minor that I would've gotten out on the next day but that wasn't the point, I was going to be dopesick. I knew they wouldn't take you if you had a bad abcess. I had a small one, just a bump and a bit of redness, but while I was in the holding cell waiting to see the jail doctor for intake I rubbed and rubbed and RUBBED the shit out of that small bump til it was twice the size and all red and hot and sore. Then they called my name, she checked it out and said "This one has to go to General". Two cops took me in the back of the car, they let me out and walked me to the front of the hospital, told me where to go and said "We'll be right out here til you're done, so don't try anything." I went in, found a payphone, called my bf and asked him to come get me and told him to come around to the other entrance. I then took about 15 minutes getting lost trying to find the other exit, expecting the whole time that the cops were gonna come check and find out I wasn't in the ER getting seen. I finally got out the door, hopped in my bf's car, and he took me to score :)

Weird thing is, nothing ever happened with it. The next time I got picked up I was waiting for them to say something, but there was no pending charge, no nothing.
 
@Ohshea- that's remarkably disgusting. My buddy, the guy I mentioned on page 1, was also told if he'd waited 24-48 hours more they would have had to amputate.
I wondered whether it was bs. Hard to tell. I mean, I'm sure there is a point where the infection is just so deep/spread that there's no going back.
His was really deep, too. Yeah @Bluesaffron they will "carve you up" if necessary. With cutting out infection, medical personnel will err on the side of caution. IOW's, if they feel a bit concerned that infection might have got into your muscle? Goodbye muscle.
Dealing with muscle loss, lack of strength, ability to move your arm proper? Sorry, that's your problem now. Ya filthy junkie.
I'm not talking to any of you. I mean that that's how these people tend to look at us when we end up in the ER.
I've known a handful of people that went with the strategy of home surgery. Coke as a anesthetic is a good idea. Sounds like you did a pretty good job. Seems like when people slice, they tend to never slice deep enough and just make it worse.
@Dopemegently- Shooting in the groin is bad news, for sure. Seems like every person I've known that tried there ended up with a swollen dick and/or balls. Perhaps it seems badass to try there to some people. A day or two of walking around with painful, swollen balls seems to cure that.
Again, I'm just talking. I'm not trying to give you lessons, cause it wasn't you to begin with.
Gangrene is a good possibility. A strong smell would indicate that it could likely be gangrene. Fuckin sick.
@Ohshea- I went on a bend of watching medical procedure videos a few years ago.
One of them was removing the packing of gauze in a gigantic leg wound. It reminded me of when clowns or magicians have kerchiefs in their pocket and they keep coming and coming when they pull them. There was so much gauze, it was unreal.
 
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^oh man thats narly. Hope he cleaned the machine off. Theres always so much releif when the juice is removed because for me, besides the infection obviously all the pain comes from a ping pong ball mass under your skin the pressures unbelievable!! Once the slice its such a relief but the worst part is when they press ot after trying to squeeze the last bits out. Thats when i scream. I had one doc do it so forcefully i think he was doing it to torture me because he kept preaching how i did this to myself.

I had an abcess and tried to do what you do bluesaffron but i thought if i just stuck a needle in it and pulled the plunger back it would draw up the pus. Didnt work..
 
ohshea said:
^oh man thats narly. Hope he cleaned the machine off.
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I tried to edit and add some more info and somehow deleted my story.... Godamnit.
Yeah, I made him clean it. It was a fairly dirty factory but leaving a coating of blood, pus and ooze wouldn't have been acceptable, IMO.
Rag, bucket, paper towels and a bleachy cleaner got the job done. Fuckin sick.
 
We have this one dude "Rudy" in his late 20s who comes to our ER suicidal a few times every year. His family is notorious among the locals for producing generation after generation of drink-yourself-blind alcoholics, which is what he is as well, by his own admission. His dad has gotten raging drunk multiple nights a week and beaten the shit out of him at the slightest provocation for as long as he can remember. Every night when I've seen him in the ER, Rudy has been driven there against his will by his ex [?] GF after a night of drama and hijinx of which he has no memory at all.

Rudy has chronic pancreatitis from all the boozing he's done, so after a few stints in the hospital for acute flares (one of which was semi-infectious and could have killed him), he also gets wood for opiates now, especially when he's off the alcohol. His pancreatitis is legit, and that shit's painful, so I have no doubt his pain is legit too. His alcohol withdrawal is legit too, and he really does need to be benzo'd up -- he's seized before and again, almost died. But just as legit is his sociopathic manipulativeness. The guy will play such complicated confidence games with the ED staff to get himself as much extra opiates and benzos as he can get his hands on, that more than a few docs just relent and snow him right off the bat to keep him off their backs. He wins no popularity contests among the hospitalists or psychiatrists either, when he gets admitted. The psych department, in particular, is utterly flummoxed as to just how sincere Rudy is about getting sober, and how much of it is borderline personality disorder +/- Munchhausen's syndrome.

I really don't see good things happening to Rudy, most of all because he has never cultivated the coping skills or the network of support to pull himself away from an addictive pull that strong, and burns bridges everywhere he turns with his conartistry. Never held down a job, no education, no marketable skills, no insurance. He's on a slow boat to Shanghai which isn't turning around -- not something I've said about many patients under ~50. There are so many bad things just waiting to happen to him that it's anyone's guess how he'll go, but I think he'll be lucky if he makes it to 40 at the rate he's going.

Oh, I almost forgot -- Rudy gave himself Type 1 diabetes by drinking his pancreas to shit. I'll let you guess how well he takes care of that, or what kind of shape his kidneys are in.
 
*sigh*

You know, I could go on and on with stories about people I've met in my line of work, especially in the ER. But it feels wrong, so I'll make the above story my only contribution to this thread. It feels wrong on two levels -- first, it's questionably respectful of patient confidentiality. But secondly, it's one thing to go on about people you related to as equals and at least acquaintences, and were right there with them getting fuctup, and another thing entirely when this wasn't the case at all.
 
Have to shake your damn head. You have to treat him, script him meds he legitimately needs, but he probably abuses the hell out of them, too. Hope he doesn't drink on the opies and benzos or he's just toast, probably sooner rather than later.
 
omnipresenthuman said:
I don't really have anything as serious as the people who've seen junkies with holes in their bodies, but I remember this one dude I used to smoke with would just talk for a long time and tell actual stories when he got the pipe to smoke (Mary Jane) in a circle of people...we'd say he was 'using the microphone'...it sounds pretty dumb to make a big deal about in the past tense, but when you're trying to smoke and actively get high, there's nothing worse than someone in your group inadvertently talking for 5-8 min. and interrupting your process of getting high.

I have tons of other stories that are way more interesting, but I don't really feel comfortable sharing most of them...peace though...
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I know someone who use to be infamous for doing that. But that was not the worst thing about him by any means. He was a real low life junkie who stole from anyone he could and did all sorts of other unethical things. I knew him much better in high school but after he apparently became much worse, so I don't even know the worst of things he did. But even back in HS he was scummy, so when his drug problems really got bad I imagine he did a lot of scummy things.

Honestly I think the whole reason the dude use to do that is because he could maybe sneak in an extra hit without people realizing because he was holding the damn thing for so long. Like he'd get it and hit it, then go off into a story without passing it, then when people started bitching he'd rip it again and hand it over.
 
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MyDoorsAreOpen said:
We have this one dude "Rudy" in his late 20s who comes to our ER suicidal a few times every year. His family is notorious among the locals for producing generation after generation of drink-yourself-blind alcoholics, which is what he is as well, by his own admission. His dad has gotten raging drunk multiple nights a week and beaten the shit out of him at the slightest provocation for as long as he can remember. Every night when I've seen him in the ER, Rudy has been driven there against his will by his ex [?] GF after a night of drama and hijinx of which he has no memory at all.

Rudy has chronic pancreatitis from all the boozing he's done, so after a few stints in the hospital for acute flares (one of which was semi-infectious and could have killed him), he also gets wood for opiates now, especially when he's off the alcohol. His pancreatitis is legit, and that shit's painful, so I have no doubt his pain is legit too. His alcohol withdrawal is legit too, and he really does need to be benzo'd up -- he's seized before and again, almost died. But just as legit is his sociopathic manipulativeness. The guy will play such complicated confidence games with the ED staff to get himself as much extra opiates and benzos as he can get his hands on, that more than a few docs just relent and snow him right off the bat to keep him off their backs. He wins no popularity contests among the hospitalists or psychiatrists either, when he gets admitted. The psych department, in particular, is utterly flummoxed as to just how sincere Rudy is about getting sober, and how much of it is borderline personality disorder +/- Munchhausen's syndrome.

I really don't see good things happening to Rudy, most of all because he has never cultivated the coping skills or the network of support to pull himself away from an addictive pull that strong, and burns bridges everywhere he turns with his conartistry. Never held down a job, no education, no marketable skills, no insurance. He's on a slow boat to Shanghai which isn't turning around -- not something I've said about many patients under ~50. There are so many bad things just waiting to happen to him that it's anyone's guess how he'll go, but I think he'll be lucky if he makes it to 40 at the rate he's going.

Oh, I almost forgot -- Rudy gave himself Type 1 diabetes by drinking his pancreas to shit. I'll let you guess how well he takes care of that, or what kind of shape his kidneys are in.
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Stories like this make me stick to weed...and when I drank alcohol, it was just some beer, but yeah, when you have an addictive personality, you really have to restrict what you put into your body. Stick to stuff that you can't fuck up. For instance, I don't even drink anything with caffeine in it anymore. Got to know your limits if you have none...
 
I think its very hard to quantify how bad an addict one is. I guess from the otherwise of the fence, everyone is bad.

I'm a bad addict because when anyone gets close I retreat inward and take my cards off the table.

I guess the worst addict I know is me. No stealing, but my use does fahq things up fort me.
 
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When my regular guy didn't have much we started getting some stuff from this English kid, 'Will Ward' - a new friend of my dealer's. He was charismatic as hell, talked like a saleperson and my god did he talk. He looked pretty harmless too - blonde hair, blue eyes, skinny and young-looking. He had rich parents and so came from a good background, you could tell with how he carried himself, but once he got addicted to drugs in his teens his education got pretty fucked and so did his relationship with his parents. So he high-tailed over to Australia to get away from all of the ruckus he had caused with his multiple addictions.

Drug deals usually took hours, waiting for his connects to show up outside my house (who were the dodgiest people ever). I didn't mind at first because we would all just sit down, have some drinks and have a chat. I knew he was bad business from the minute I met him, a true bull-shit artist, but I took a chance and decided to trust him with a few deals, mainly out of desperation to get some stuff for my friends who all relied on me as a source. He charmed us with wacky stories of his drug dealing days in London, and his past ketamine and meth addictions. He had a lot of crazy stories.

He didn't have a house because he was always out of money to compensate for his habits, also because he preferred to mooch off other people and was worried about having a permanent residence if things ever got bad for him. So he would couch-surf, that kind of thing. Sometimes he was completely broke and tried to borrow money off me for deals, which I never did, except one time when I kept his passport and credit cards as insurance. He didn't screw me over that time. Other times he would waltz into my house dressed head to toe in brand new expensive clothing. He was totally out of control and had no concept of how to lead a normal life - he didn't want to have a regular job, he didn't have any interests outside of drugs and he didn't have any talents or skills. He just wanted to be an addict. It took me far too long to realise that being an addict was who he truly was and all the other stuff was just a mask to trick me into helping him.

When I first met him he had detoxed off meth a few months ago and was positive about making some money out of drug dealing for the first time because he wouldn't be spending all his earnings on meth. So we did some deals at my place, he was the middle man who handled the 'thugs' and I distributed the product to my friends, making a tiny bit for myself in the mean-time and getting my own stuff too. It was working okay, but I was always anxious he was going to screw me over, especially when he got back on meth.

He wanted to start sharing grams with me to lower the price for both of us and stupidly, I agreed. He would always borrow a little when he brought some over to my house because he was desperate for a hit. He claimed that he would pay me back later and give me extra for free next time, which he did do for the first times. He was very passive-aggressive and persuasive. After he proved that he would always pay me back and give me extra for helping him out, I let my guard down.

It was bad timing to be so carless because during the next few weeks he went into full-blown meth addict mode and did not give back what he borrowed from me, as promised, and he also skimped on the amounts in the baggies and denied that they were any lighter when I complained. At this point I was only buying the stuff for a good friend of mine, so was essentially not losing any money or product because it wasn't for me, but I decided to cut myself off from him when it became clear he was going to end up in prison and get us all caught.

He would turn up to people's houses uninvited looking for drugs or sometimes just a chat. Weird dude and extremely erratic - the chats with Will were no longer interesting, they were just annoying and all I wanted was for him to shut up and leave me the hell alone. He embarrassed me many times with unexpected arrivals at my house when I was throwing parties - he was wired on meth most of those times and made a complete fool of himself .

I knew it was bad at this point and so did everybody else who knew him. My regular guy completely cut off contact from him and tried to lead Will to believe he was out of the drug scene. I did the same, deleted his number and told him not to bother me anymore. I also made the decision to get out of the scene as well because things were going pear-shaped - my regular guy had been caught with some MDMA and was facing a trial, although unlikely to get any jail time.

Will got the message and stopped coming over finally - but before he disappeared from my life, he made one last trip to my house, broke in and stole $1000 I had hidden in my room to buy drugs. I never got it back and could never prove it was him, but it was obviously him. I was furious, but there was nothing we could do. He left me alone after this, which I was grateful for. We couldn't go to the police because we knew he would tell them everything - he had an old reputation for being a rat, true scum that would do anything protect himself. He had no regard for anybody but himself. A completely evil and manipulative person.

Fast forward a few months and I see on Facebook (forgot to delete him as a friend) that all these people were commenting on his page about him stealing all their belongings - his customers and friends. I was so angry that he had cheated more people and hoped that these people followed through with their intentions to hunt him down and kill him, as they said on his Facebook page. That's what he deserved.

Now I hear he's run away back to England to escape the frenzy he's caused here. That's his only solution to all the problems he causes - run away. I hope he goes to jail soon. That's where he belongs. A skinny baby faced blonde arrogant kid like him would get eaten alive in there.

So if you ever run into a charismatic blonde drug dealing English kid named Will give him a kick in the crotch from me and turn him into the police. People like this should be locked up so they can't hurt and cheat innocent people - at least until they learn how to be a decent human being.
 
^i wouldnt ever turn anyone in, but I agree bratty little scums could benefit from some time in county.
 
I had a dealer who's mom had just died, so I didn't call him for like 5 days to allow him time to grieve and handle to funeral and everything. Well when I eventually called him I asked if he was 'good' (meaning holding drugs) and he said yea, so I asked him where he was and he said he was at his moms wake. He asked me how many I needed, and told me which funeral home he was at, but I decided to go elsewhere. It's not like his mom was old or anything, so it should have been hard on him, yet he was still slinging in between standing next to her coffin.

Worst addict was probably his cousin. He was homeless so was stealing a lot to support his habit, and was always trying to weasel a few extra bags out of each deal. One day he asked me if he could see what kind of syringes I used, and even after telling him they were all used he still took it and went to the bathroom with it and shot up. That's not that bad compared to these abscess stories, but he's bound to get one since he's always shooting up after handling cottons with his dirty homeless fingers, and using anything around as his water and cooker. He was going to use nestle chocolate milk to mix his shot with, but I talked him into emptying it out and going up to a random house to use the house to wash it out and fill it up with water.
 
Just to play devil's advocate... You don't know what kind of relationship he had with his mom, or what kind of person she was. She might not've been a person worthy of stopping slinging for the wake. Or maybe he figured she'd dead, its not like her feelings are going to be hurt.

I don't know, the slinging at the wake thing just doesnt seem that bad to me...I mean the person who'd be hurt by it isn't ever gonna know :)
 
^ For sure. Slinging is a livelihood for most, and "when you're self employed you're always working" as they say. It's just hard to think about! Like the rest of this thread! I shouldn't keep clicking on it.
 
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