Being in treatment, my doctor let me know there was Xylazene in my urine a couple of months ago when I had a relapse. About a week later I fell out after insufflating one pill, did the perky dance that you see zenes cause most people to do, but eventually the person that was with me got scared enough to call an ambulance which probably saved my life, because they held me at the hospital for a few hours but I never had access to my pants til they were getting ready to release me and discharged me from my room, I figured the cops who were searching me at the scene would have found them but they found the bills I used to snort it with and thought they hit the jackpot but there wasn't even enough residue for them to get a positive test result lmao.
But you know how it goes, I was ready to get high again baby. That hospital was boring and I was getting more sober by the minute, I'm pretty certain I was narcanned at the scene originally because I came to confused as fuck with a bunch of paramedics around me and felt like I only just blinked. So I went in the bathroom and this time, only did a half a pill to try and be safer. Literally 5 minutes before my ride got there to pick me up I fell out and stopped breathing on my own for over 5 minutes they said, had to breathe bag etc.. went from chillin in the lobby on my phone just vibin, didnt even feel high, to just out like a light. First and only real near death OD experience that I am aware of, I could just be a resilient fucker that's lived through those types of situations on my own somehow, I've def lost what seemed like larges amounts of time nodding and never really know what that entails I suppose. Def woke me up a lil bit on how recklessly I had started consuming what I KNEW to be fentanyl laced pills.
Yeah man. Talk about lucky. I OD’d off my first small fentanyl binge since i quit like after my 6 time using it because the high sucked and I kept ODing. Well I got a little depressed earlier this year and was flirting with suicide and thought I’d buy 1 gram of fent just in case I wanted to go thru with it.
Well, I was addicted to heavy stims at the time and wanted to come down easier so decided to use the fent but I wasn’t trying to kill myself. I mean I was trim g to be as safe as possible by just taking tiny bumps and waiting before doing more until I got where I wanted cuz you just really don’t know the purity. Well this was fire. They even gave me 3 narcan with it and told me don’t do it by myself it’s fire.
Well should have listened but I don’t know anyone that I trust in that situation that I would want getting higb with. My wife would have killed me if I asked her to watch me while I did some fentanyl and call the squad on me to try to force me into treatment. I get it shit is scary stuff.
Well, u was always up all night on stims and would wait until my wife went to work in the morning to do the fent so she wouldn’t catch me. Well, this particular day I got impatient and went ahead and did a bump. If I would have waited 2 more minutes she would have been gone and I would have been dead. Thankfully she hadn’t left yet. She said she heard my body hit the ground from downstairs and found me turning blue, did CPR because she was in shock and didn’t think about the narcan sitting right above my head on the nightstand.
I came to at OSU Hospital East and they said OD’d and I went strait to the bathroom and pulled out my gram and…BOOM next thing I know im waking up in a different room than my patient room. Like 8-10 people I scrubs around me and honestly looked like a damn operating room.
Im guessing it’s a room they take people to intubate? I don’t tucking know.
Well one doctor was seemed pissed and she was hit too and was like “ Yo, how come you walked in the bathroom fine and were all blue when you came out”
I said idk…and while struggling to come up with an answer super doc saves the day. Another doctor speaks up and says that the narcan probably wore off before the fentanyl did that he took earlier…it happens…
And do you not know that I as discharged that night and went home with my nearly full baggie of fentanyl.
Wild. Surprised the cops didn’t find it. I mean it was in my damn wallet FFS. Sure did take my phone tho. Hate that annoying ass shit. Try to get me to be forced to come talk to you in order to get my phone back fuckinv asses. Trying to get me to snitch and shit…fucking not happening. Trick no good.
Anyhow,…that’s my story and my sticking to it. True story
Edit: Oh and they did take my clothes after the bathroom overdose in the hospital but lo and behold no one searched my wallet yet again. Like WTF you all ain’t even trying?