Bill Idjerint
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- Jul 13, 2013
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After being in the hospital (3 days in a coma) I started being given my meds by my mother and took em all in the right time slots. I don't think concerta will be a recreational drug anymore. I was getting sucked in by coke and crack and mixing it up with roofies and lorax and concerta, it all boiled down in a sliced wrist and 30 rohypnols ingested whereupon I fell down locked in the bathroom, they broke in after they saw the blood trail and found me in a rather comic position, with my head buried in the trash, where I think it's an analogy for how my head was in fact.
After five days in the icu i was transferred to the fifth floor( i should've gone to the sixth - neurology ) where victims of freak acidents who couldn't even talk anymore and a paraplegic on one side, and a guy who fractured his skull and had his head aching so much that the exit we've found was to humor everyone and everything. they gave em codeine about five times in a day.the paraplegic has a fracture in his spine and needs o negative which is fuckin difficult to find so he was crying. the guy with the fractured skull was to be taken into the operation room three times already and i hope this fourth is the definitive and doesn't get hampered by someone getting his spot.
basically i was laughing my ass off in a room full of suffering, imagine the rest of the ward. there was a guy who screamed all night, and he was televised being lynched by a mob after killing a poor old man. apparently one of the blows in his head left him quadraplegic. i tried to have some sympathy but just couldn't what with everybody there being just as well confined to a bed without being able to move, only me and the guy with the fractured skull being the only ones who could walk around.
but we were smiling. we were there for helping each other. that gave me a new perspective of things. i just can't off myself in dispair. not the first time I tried, my left wrist is filed with scars. my right arm already has a zigzag scar from beggining to end due to a codeine shot (yes I was a codeine junky in the truest sense of the word - a bit after ingesting some benadryl, I'd go the lowest way nobody else did and gave myself and my right arm and the scars from removed abcesses on the left and i loved the itchy shock from these shots. so sue me) where i was so wasted i forgot the cotton to filter the pill powder and just pushed that gunk in my veins, rendering my arm rotten in parts and if i slit my wrist I'm gonna slit my joints as well not in the way you do in a healthy arm, but rather an arm with no muscles and exposed joints and hidden veins so what the fuck.
in summation, the old adage 'if you think it goes bad for you, there's others having much worse' is VERY VERY VERY true, and we all gotta stick together in order to help each other - be it Family, friends and of course, ourselves; i hope you don't get any lack of sympathy for this thread but this is where i invite anybody with a tough time to pm me and i'll see what i can do. if i'm in fact helping myself now then it'll be the way i have to help others.
just pm me. long live everyone in here.
After five days in the icu i was transferred to the fifth floor( i should've gone to the sixth - neurology ) where victims of freak acidents who couldn't even talk anymore and a paraplegic on one side, and a guy who fractured his skull and had his head aching so much that the exit we've found was to humor everyone and everything. they gave em codeine about five times in a day.the paraplegic has a fracture in his spine and needs o negative which is fuckin difficult to find so he was crying. the guy with the fractured skull was to be taken into the operation room three times already and i hope this fourth is the definitive and doesn't get hampered by someone getting his spot.
basically i was laughing my ass off in a room full of suffering, imagine the rest of the ward. there was a guy who screamed all night, and he was televised being lynched by a mob after killing a poor old man. apparently one of the blows in his head left him quadraplegic. i tried to have some sympathy but just couldn't what with everybody there being just as well confined to a bed without being able to move, only me and the guy with the fractured skull being the only ones who could walk around.
but we were smiling. we were there for helping each other. that gave me a new perspective of things. i just can't off myself in dispair. not the first time I tried, my left wrist is filed with scars. my right arm already has a zigzag scar from beggining to end due to a codeine shot (yes I was a codeine junky in the truest sense of the word - a bit after ingesting some benadryl, I'd go the lowest way nobody else did and gave myself and my right arm and the scars from removed abcesses on the left and i loved the itchy shock from these shots. so sue me) where i was so wasted i forgot the cotton to filter the pill powder and just pushed that gunk in my veins, rendering my arm rotten in parts and if i slit my wrist I'm gonna slit my joints as well not in the way you do in a healthy arm, but rather an arm with no muscles and exposed joints and hidden veins so what the fuck.
in summation, the old adage 'if you think it goes bad for you, there's others having much worse' is VERY VERY VERY true, and we all gotta stick together in order to help each other - be it Family, friends and of course, ourselves; i hope you don't get any lack of sympathy for this thread but this is where i invite anybody with a tough time to pm me and i'll see what i can do. if i'm in fact helping myself now then it'll be the way i have to help others.
just pm me. long live everyone in here.
