Although the life of a baghead is generally extremely bleak. Users are ostracised and considered to have 'brought it upon themselves'. But I think it reasonable to say that those who use opioids do so as a form of self-medication. It's simply that they are the last bastion of socially unacceptable drugs. Like most people, some are good, some are bad, most are OK.
So I thought I would bring up a few real incidents. How to deal with the bad things. The stuff where you either laugh or cry.
The first group of opioid users I knew were in Manchester circa 1987-1988. They were all quite decent and generous people but they did live (and die) to use their drug of choice. They were a generation older than me and sort of looked out for me... but.
I was sat in a friend's home rolling a spliff while the others did their own thing, as you do. A few minutes later one guy (Dopey Dave) ODed and went blue. Total panic in the days before naloxone.
Tony says 'We need to call an ambulance right NOW'
Stuart 'The phone has been cut off'
Tony 'Well run to the phone box, it's only around the corner'
Stu 'It's f**ked, vandals'
Just then Jenny, a girl who had also been smoking hash with me piped up 'oh, can't we just sent them a postcard?'. Not being nasty, just stoned.
Dopey Dave LIVED after extensive work by me and her. It was a very harsh way to learn how dangerous the stuff is, but to his credit, Dopey Dave bought us both a Chinese takeaway as thanks for our efforts.
We did laugh a lot. But at the time, it was VERY scary to be essentially straight and to watch someone dying in front of you.
Anyone else been through such travails?
So I thought I would bring up a few real incidents. How to deal with the bad things. The stuff where you either laugh or cry.
The first group of opioid users I knew were in Manchester circa 1987-1988. They were all quite decent and generous people but they did live (and die) to use their drug of choice. They were a generation older than me and sort of looked out for me... but.
I was sat in a friend's home rolling a spliff while the others did their own thing, as you do. A few minutes later one guy (Dopey Dave) ODed and went blue. Total panic in the days before naloxone.
Tony says 'We need to call an ambulance right NOW'
Stuart 'The phone has been cut off'
Tony 'Well run to the phone box, it's only around the corner'
Stu 'It's f**ked, vandals'
Just then Jenny, a girl who had also been smoking hash with me piped up 'oh, can't we just sent them a postcard?'. Not being nasty, just stoned.
Dopey Dave LIVED after extensive work by me and her. It was a very harsh way to learn how dangerous the stuff is, but to his credit, Dopey Dave bought us both a Chinese takeaway as thanks for our efforts.
We did laugh a lot. But at the time, it was VERY scary to be essentially straight and to watch someone dying in front of you.
Anyone else been through such travails?
