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Greenlighter
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So a a friend was telling me about a famous guitarist that was saying that if you really wanna create great music heroin is your drug. Being a musician myself this always intrigued me so I started researching this and found it for the most part to be true at least in the beginning stages of use. So intrigued by this I decided to try a .25 gram sample of afghan #4 that I bought from a site that I would buy small amounts of weed and hash from all parts of the world. This sample came from the Netherlands.
I have a little experience in opiates but only with percs (90 per month), 20 mg. Oxy's.
I decided to test this sample Saturday nite before the Bones Jones main event UFC fight. Wife was asleep and so were my 3 kids. I researched how much to use and was going to try a little bump the size of maybe 3 paper match heads long at a time every 10 mins. til I could feel where I wanted to be. Now up until this point I had 4 tallboys and watched a nite of UFC. So I did my 1st bump soon as the co-main event ended. I waited the 10 mins and didn't feel the rush or euphoria I was expecting so went to lay out another and a little too much spilled out so I made 2 piles larger than the 1st one I did maybe 4 match heads each and was only gonna do one and when it went up so quick and easy stupidly thought might as well top up right now so I will definitely feel it this time. The last text I sent my buddy was at 12:38 when Belfort almost broke Jones arm! The rest of the fight I have no memory whatsoever of! And I am a HUGE UFC fan!!
Fast forward to 6 a.m.. The wife finds me on the couch puke around my mouth and on my shirt. Says I was making funny sounds she could here from the bedroom. Tries to wake me and can't. Even to the point of pounding on my chest yelling WAKE UP! No Response! Says my stomach was making weird movements and sounds and when she laid me back my head was not fully reclined but sort of hovering (for lack of a better word) over the couch. Now it's 8 oclock and my 8 year old son is up. I somehow fall off the couch facefirst on the floor and I can start hearing things but still not able to move.
I hear my son say what's wrong with Dad? My wife says he just can't wake up right now. My wife is trying to hide her tears thinking I had a stroke! Writing this now is very emotional for me. My son is rubbing my back as I'm lying there not able to move. Finally I try to move and my wife helps me back up into a sitting position on the couch now my eyes are open but not able to see anything she tells me later that my eyes were light brown like she was looking right thru them. Probably because my pupils were so restricted. Finally after 8 a.m. I am starting to regain my hearing and sight but very slowly almost like I am looking thru bulletproof glass and sounding like it too. I am also starting to cough up hardened chunks of bloody mucus. My head is aching and I'm trying to convince my wife it's the flu. Even though in this impaired state I am well aware that I escaped death! She helps me to the bedroom and I'm walking knocking shit off the walls like I'm on a real bad drunk.
I am writing about this for several reasons. One being that I'm hoping by telling someone about it that I can relieve some of the heavy guilt I feel about not only what I put my family thru but what I could have possibly put all of my extended family and friends thru! Another reason being that if I can save someone even one person from ever having to experience that near death then it will all be worth it!
I also have several questions for those experienced with heroin overdoses. Since I don't remember past the 1st round of the fight did I instantly collapse? At what point during that 8 hours was I closest to death? Is there any danger of the blood I was coughing up for the better part of 3 days clotting and going to my brain or heart and killing me? Why was I coughing blood? Should I tell my wife about it to clear my conscience? Should I find a counsellor or therapist instead to work thru this?
Sorry for the bombardment of questions but this has been a very traumatic experience and is still very fresh. I actually took the week off of work saying I had the flu.
Thanks for any advice and even if you wanna flame me a call me a dumbass it's ok too! I'm alive and presently no worse for wear other than a massive headache and sweating and puking and coughing blood for the better part of 3 days! Could be the best thing that ever happened to me as well since I didn't die and didn't like it!
Please if you are thinking about it like I was please use this as your sign NOT TO TAKE THIS DRUG!!
I have a little experience in opiates but only with percs (90 per month), 20 mg. Oxy's.
I decided to test this sample Saturday nite before the Bones Jones main event UFC fight. Wife was asleep and so were my 3 kids. I researched how much to use and was going to try a little bump the size of maybe 3 paper match heads long at a time every 10 mins. til I could feel where I wanted to be. Now up until this point I had 4 tallboys and watched a nite of UFC. So I did my 1st bump soon as the co-main event ended. I waited the 10 mins and didn't feel the rush or euphoria I was expecting so went to lay out another and a little too much spilled out so I made 2 piles larger than the 1st one I did maybe 4 match heads each and was only gonna do one and when it went up so quick and easy stupidly thought might as well top up right now so I will definitely feel it this time. The last text I sent my buddy was at 12:38 when Belfort almost broke Jones arm! The rest of the fight I have no memory whatsoever of! And I am a HUGE UFC fan!!
Fast forward to 6 a.m.. The wife finds me on the couch puke around my mouth and on my shirt. Says I was making funny sounds she could here from the bedroom. Tries to wake me and can't. Even to the point of pounding on my chest yelling WAKE UP! No Response! Says my stomach was making weird movements and sounds and when she laid me back my head was not fully reclined but sort of hovering (for lack of a better word) over the couch. Now it's 8 oclock and my 8 year old son is up. I somehow fall off the couch facefirst on the floor and I can start hearing things but still not able to move.
I hear my son say what's wrong with Dad? My wife says he just can't wake up right now. My wife is trying to hide her tears thinking I had a stroke! Writing this now is very emotional for me. My son is rubbing my back as I'm lying there not able to move. Finally I try to move and my wife helps me back up into a sitting position on the couch now my eyes are open but not able to see anything she tells me later that my eyes were light brown like she was looking right thru them. Probably because my pupils were so restricted. Finally after 8 a.m. I am starting to regain my hearing and sight but very slowly almost like I am looking thru bulletproof glass and sounding like it too. I am also starting to cough up hardened chunks of bloody mucus. My head is aching and I'm trying to convince my wife it's the flu. Even though in this impaired state I am well aware that I escaped death! She helps me to the bedroom and I'm walking knocking shit off the walls like I'm on a real bad drunk.
I am writing about this for several reasons. One being that I'm hoping by telling someone about it that I can relieve some of the heavy guilt I feel about not only what I put my family thru but what I could have possibly put all of my extended family and friends thru! Another reason being that if I can save someone even one person from ever having to experience that near death then it will all be worth it!
I also have several questions for those experienced with heroin overdoses. Since I don't remember past the 1st round of the fight did I instantly collapse? At what point during that 8 hours was I closest to death? Is there any danger of the blood I was coughing up for the better part of 3 days clotting and going to my brain or heart and killing me? Why was I coughing blood? Should I tell my wife about it to clear my conscience? Should I find a counsellor or therapist instead to work thru this?
Sorry for the bombardment of questions but this has been a very traumatic experience and is still very fresh. I actually took the week off of work saying I had the flu.
Thanks for any advice and even if you wanna flame me a call me a dumbass it's ok too! I'm alive and presently no worse for wear other than a massive headache and sweating and puking and coughing blood for the better part of 3 days! Could be the best thing that ever happened to me as well since I didn't die and didn't like it!
Please if you are thinking about it like I was please use this as your sign NOT TO TAKE THIS DRUG!!