BigDiggerNick
Ex-Bluelighter
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- May 31, 2013
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This was last christmas
It was a very boring day at my grandmothers house, and what better way to ease the boredom then doing drugs? :D
Anyway I knew my grandmother was prescribed xanax, I just had no idea where they were. One day I came across them and decided to try it. I took 1.25mg of xanax and then laid down but unfortunately I fell right asleep. So the next day I wake up and take 1.5mg and wait for a bit and feel nothing whatsoever. So I take 2 more pills, making it now 2mg. Still feel nothing.
Basically I kept popping pills and I have no clear idea how much I took, but I suppose its around 11 to 12.5mg of xanax, because my grandmother said she was missing 50 pills. When I heard that I was shocked because I had no idea I took that many. (They were .25mg pills). Anyway I woke up the next morning in deep shit. Apparently I wet myself twice and almost threw up on my own vomit, had my parents not found me, I might have died.
That's basically as bad as it got. I woke up and tried to lie my way out of it, saying someone might have put roofies in my water that I got before the trip (lol) Anyway there was no way they would buy that, so I had to go to plan B. Now, getting high gets you in trouble, but if you lie and say you were trying to kill yourself, you get a different reaction. So I try to swallow my pride and tell them I tried to commit suicide (even though I wasn't) and I foudn that too hard so I just gave them hand gestures and shit. Then to make it more believable I get a knife and more pills and act like I'm going to stab myself.
I was actually in so much shit, I tried drowning myself in the bathroom to die for real, but realizing that was irrational I didn't do it. Anyway I regretted that lie a day after we came back and they put me into a psychiatric hospital. I was so pissed about that.
Anyway the moral of the story is, don't say you want to kill yourself if you really don't want to, because then they'll send you to a hospital for 3 fucking days and you have to be around a bunch of suicidal crybabies.
It was a very boring day at my grandmothers house, and what better way to ease the boredom then doing drugs? :D
Anyway I knew my grandmother was prescribed xanax, I just had no idea where they were. One day I came across them and decided to try it. I took 1.25mg of xanax and then laid down but unfortunately I fell right asleep. So the next day I wake up and take 1.5mg and wait for a bit and feel nothing whatsoever. So I take 2 more pills, making it now 2mg. Still feel nothing.
Basically I kept popping pills and I have no clear idea how much I took, but I suppose its around 11 to 12.5mg of xanax, because my grandmother said she was missing 50 pills. When I heard that I was shocked because I had no idea I took that many. (They were .25mg pills). Anyway I woke up the next morning in deep shit. Apparently I wet myself twice and almost threw up on my own vomit, had my parents not found me, I might have died.
That's basically as bad as it got. I woke up and tried to lie my way out of it, saying someone might have put roofies in my water that I got before the trip (lol) Anyway there was no way they would buy that, so I had to go to plan B. Now, getting high gets you in trouble, but if you lie and say you were trying to kill yourself, you get a different reaction. So I try to swallow my pride and tell them I tried to commit suicide (even though I wasn't) and I foudn that too hard so I just gave them hand gestures and shit. Then to make it more believable I get a knife and more pills and act like I'm going to stab myself.
I was actually in so much shit, I tried drowning myself in the bathroom to die for real, but realizing that was irrational I didn't do it. Anyway I regretted that lie a day after we came back and they put me into a psychiatric hospital. I was so pissed about that.
Anyway the moral of the story is, don't say you want to kill yourself if you really don't want to, because then they'll send you to a hospital for 3 fucking days and you have to be around a bunch of suicidal crybabies.