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Hylight said:
How much did you take ? ( in case i try some)
How did they revive you ? Did you get to have an i.v. ?
Were they nice ?
How did they treat you ?
Did you have to go to the hospital or did it just wear off by itself ?
Do you remember the ambulance ?

OMG, I AM SO HAPPY YOU ARE ALRIGHT !!

I didn't know you could GHB o.d. like that
??? 😮♡

thank you God for protecting Xorkoth and his gf !♡! too !
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I took a total of probably 8mL of 1,4-butanediol, which converts to GHB via alcohol dehydrogenase in the body (8mL = 8 grams of GHB). But I had 2 drinks beforehand, so my alcohol dehydrogenase was occupied, so I kept not feeling it, and I thought I had tolerance so I redosed a couple of times. And then it all hit me at once. I wanted to take 2mL, and would have redosed after that came down some, but instead none of it hit me at all until I had taken way more than that. Stupid mistake especially since I knew about that, in theory at least.

They shot me up with Narcan because my pupils were pinned so they assumed an opiate OD because my girl didn't know what I took. Apparently I woke right up then, I just have a confusing series of isolated moments, a cop was asking me what I took and a paramedic was asking me if I knew where I was and what day it was. The cop was being a dick and my girl said he was making her uncomfortable, he kept trying to accuse her of being on drugs too (she does drugs like once a year or less, not even weed or alcohol) and trying to find out where we got whatever it was I took. They kept asking me my name and I knew that but whenever they asked me what day it was, or what I took, or anything else, I just would say "I'm good", because I had no clue what was going on, I was massively confused.

Next thing I remember, was being lifted into an ambulance and they put an IV in, which hurt. Apparently they told my girlfriend that since I couldn't answer basic questions, they had to take me away even though she was like, well he's awake now I don't think it's necessary. The paramedics kept asking me stuff, they were nice but also I felt like they were treating me like a child or like I was retarded or something. I started flailing my arms and they were like WHOA DON'T BEND YOUR ELBOW SO MUCH... it really fucking hurt because of the IV in my arm, that sucked.

Next thing I remember is being in the hospital and a doctor was asking me if I was back yet. He was asking me what I took and I was able to say "I can't remember". He asked me the last thing I remembered, which I didn't know, I honestly could remember nothing of the day or how or why I was there, I couldn't remember taking anything, I told him I knew it wasn't opiates though. He asked if I use recreational drugs and I said yes. He said he wasn't trying to get me in trouble, he just needs to know what I took... I told him I knew that, and I really couldn't remember. Slowly I became more fully aware and saw my phone next to me and asked if I could call my girlfriend (who they said couldn't come with and they couldn't tell her anything since we're not married). In the meantime, the doctor decided I needed a CT scan to check for brain bleeding in case I was experiencing something non-drug related. I called her and she had clearly been crying, and I said I'm sorry and I don't know what happened. She had called my friend who told her it was probably GHB, and she asked me if that was it, and suddenly I remembered it all. But the doctor was gone. The lab tech giving me the CT scan was very nice and compassionate, and treated me more like a normal human than any of the rest of them thus far.

After the scan they brought me back to the room I was in when I got admitted and had me do a pee sample. Then they just left me. I called my girl back and told her I was going to ask to leave and she said yeah do that, they're gonna try to get you to stay. She said our friends (my bandmates) were there to be with her because she didn't want to be alone. One of them came to pick me up. I walked out and said I was fine now and wanted to leave. I felt A-OK, in fact really fucking good, nicely high on GHB. Another doctor came in who was super cool. He took the IV out and we joked a bit. He told me good luck and please take care of myself. I got picked up and went home and apologized to everyone and had a really nice rest of the night, other than feeling super guilty and rather ashamed, and scared that after all these years of drug abuse, including 10 years with opiates, I finally ended up waking up in an ambulance.

It seems like kind of a bad dream, hard to believe it happened especially since I was fine and woke up after a relatively short time. It was ultimately unnecessary, but my girl was terrified and didn't know what happened or what I took and thought it could be an opiate OD so she did the right thing.

She's been really sweet and not mad at me but has cried a few times because she's terrified now that something will happen again, especially when I'm on the road with my band (though I don't get so fucked up then as I'm trying to be on my game for playing music). I've done a lot of thinking... I am certainly a drug addict and my usage has been getting increasingly destructive and out of control the past couple of years and really during this lockdown it's been bad. I'm going to see a therapist about some trauma and try to work through it and find better ways of dealing with pain/anxiety.

I feel really bad that I scared her so much, and that she now has to be worried about me all the time. She's handling it so well and is being so kind. I really love that woman.
 
Xorkoth said:
I took a total of probably 8mL of 1,4-butanediol, which converts to GHB via alcohol dehydrogenase in the body (8mL = 8 grams of GHB). But I had 2 drinks beforehand, so my alcohol dehydrogenase was occupied, so I kept not feeling it, and I thought I had tolerance so I redosed a couple of times. And then it all hit me at once. I wanted to take 2mL, and would have redosed after that came down some, but instead none of it hit me at all until I had taken way more than that. Stupid mistake especially since I knew about that, in theory at least.

They shot me up with Narcan because my pupils were pinned so they assumed an opiate OD because my girl didn't know what I took. Apparently I woke right up then, I just have a confusing series of isolated moments, a cop was asking me what I took and a paramedic was asking me if I knew where I was and what day it was. The cop was being a dick and my girl said he was making her uncomfortable, he kept trying to accuse her of being on drugs too (she does drugs like once a year or less, not even weed or alcohol) and trying to find out where we got whatever it was I took. They kept asking me my name and I knew that but whenever they asked me what day it was, or what I took, or anything else, I just would say "I'm good", because I had no clue what was going on, I was massively confused.

Next thing I remember, was being lifted into an ambulance and they put an IV in, which hurt. Apparently they told my girlfriend that since I couldn't answer basic questions, they had to take me away even though she was like, well he's awake now I don't think it's necessary. The paramedics kept asking me stuff, they were nice but also I felt like they were treating me like a child or like I was retarded or something. I started flailing my arms and they were like WHOA DON'T BEND YOUR ELBOW SO MUCH... it really fucking hurt because of the IV in my arm, that sucked.

Next thing I remember is being in the hospital and a doctor was asking me if I was back yet. He was asking me what I took and I was able to say "I can't remember". He asked me the last thing I remembered, which I didn't know, I honestly could remember nothing of the day or how or why I was there, I couldn't remember taking anything, I told him I knew it wasn't opiates though. He asked if I use recreational drugs and I said yes. He said he wasn't trying to get me in trouble, he just needs to know what I took... I told him I knew that, and I really couldn't remember. Slowly I became more fully aware and saw my phone next to me and asked if I could call my girlfriend (who they said couldn't come with and they couldn't tell her anything since we're not married). In the meantime, the doctor decided I needed a CT scan to check for brain bleeding in case I was experiencing something non-drug related. I called her and she had clearly been crying, and I said I'm sorry and I don't know what happened. She had called my friend who told her it was probably GHB, and she asked me if that was it, and suddenly I remembered it all. But the doctor was gone. The lab tech giving me the CT scan was very nice and compassionate, and treated me more like a normal human than any of the rest of them thus far.

After the scan they brought me back to the room I was in when I got admitted and had me do a pee sample. Then they just left me. I called my girl back and told her I was going to ask to leave and she said yeah do that, they're gonna try to get you to stay. She said our friends (my bandmates) were there to be with her because she didn't want to be alone. One of them came to pick me up. I walked out and said I was fine now and wanted to leave. I felt A-OK, in fact really fucking good, nicely high on GHB. Another doctor came in who was super cool. He took the IV out and we joked a bit. He told me good luck and please take care of myself. I got picked up and went home and apologized to everyone and had a really nice rest of the night, other than feeling super guilty and rather ashamed, and scared that after all these years of drug abuse, including 10 years with opiates, I finally ended up waking up in an ambulance.

It seems like kind of a bad dream, hard to believe it happened especially since I was fine and woke up after a relatively short time. It was ultimately unnecessary, but my girl was terrified and didn't know what happened or what I took and thought it could be an opiate OD so she did the right thing.

She's been really sweet and not mad at me but has cried a few times because she's terrified now that something will happen again, especially when I'm on the road with my band (though I don't get so fucked up then as I'm trying to be on my game for playing music). I've done a lot of thinking... I am certainly a drug addict and my usage has been getting increasingly destructive and out of control the past couple of years and really during this lockdown it's been bad. I'm going to see a therapist about some trauma and try to work through it and find better ways of dealing with pain/anxiety.

I feel really bad that I scared her so much, and that she now has to be worried about me all the time. She's handling it so well and is being so kind. I really love that woman.
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ohhh i luv you so much and that you are ALRIGHT !
your girl is soooo lucky TOO.

this is amazing, i have to keep reading it.

wow ! you are lucky to be able to do some NARCAN also 👍🏽😁💖💖💖💖.

what's the going rate 💲💲💲💲😁

I AM SOOOO HAPPY YOU ARE STILL HERE 😮💖💗🦄🦄🦄🦄
 
Thanks. ❤

Haha, Narcan isn't a fun drug, I don't remember what it felt like but it's an opiate antagonist so it wouldn't be comfortable.
 
i have a cluster headache right now. i need to find something to help.

the sun triggers it every time ☹

i probably don't have much longer to live.
unless i make some big changes it isn't looking good !
 
Hylight said:
i have a cluster headache right now. i need to find something to help.

the sun triggers it every time ☹

i probably don't have much longer to live.
unless i make some big changes it isn't looking good !
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So sorry, I hear cluster headaches are hell.

Some people have found great success using low doses of mushrooms for cluster headaches. For real. You might seriously consider looking into that. ❤
 
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