Rajon Robo
Bluelighter
This is about my trip to the hospital. Don't do the stupid shit I did!
First of all I will provide a description of myself and my setting for this experience. I had just turned twenty at the time, and I was in my sophomore year at the University of Illinois. I have always been a pretty smart kid, and a pretty athletic one at that, having played baseball and basketball competitively in my earlier days and still playing regular pickup games to this day. I do not think that I portray your typical drug user, and most people who are anything less than good friends have no idea about my drug use. At this time I had been smoking weed every day for over a year, drinking nearly as much, and had tried numerous other substances- shrooms, acid, opium, salvia, DXM, and a host of prescription drugs among which were hydrocodone, alprazolam, hydromorphone and others. I was in good physical shape at this point and was taking no prescription medications. The only supplement I was taking was creatine to boost my workouts. I was feeling pretty good on the day of the experience, despite my hangover and the bitterly cold weather outside. My accomplice for this tale was probably the biggest drug user I've ever met, he had tried pretty much everything and was a daily user of DXM, which is utterly ridiculous in my book.
On my birthday, I had come into possession of a large amount of alprazolam powder (not sure of the exact amount, but I guess that it was 50+ mg) for only $10. At the time it seemed like a really good idea, especially since I could not find any of the drugs at the time that I was really looking for, chiefly shrooms or acid, and I wanted to get fucked up. However, if I had known what was to come, I would have never touched the stuff. Or maybe I would just have been a little smarter about my use.
So that was a Wednesday, and throughout the rest of the week and the weekend i ate the nasty-tasting powder on several occasions in addition to my smoking weed every day, several times a day and my almost nightly beer pong ( I think we were among the best players at U of I) games with my roommates and other friends. Everything was going good until the following Sunday. I woke up slightly hungover from my Saturday night beer pong and partying and began to smoke when I received a call from my friend, to whom I will refer as NP around noon, asking if I wanted to get fucked. Of course my answer was yes. So he drove over to my house (which I would find out later was a huge mistake) and we went up to my room where I had my stash. I don't know if it was just me being high and still a bit drunk from the previous night, but I could not tell how intoxicated this kid was. If I had been able to tell, I like to think that I would have put a stop to it.
We first started smoking a couple of bong loads of some dank weed and then decided to each eat some of the alprazolam powder. Since it was in powder form, it was very difficult to verify doses, and we do not know how much we took, all we knew is that it was enough to mess us up but not to kill us. After ingesting the alprazolam we smoked a few bowls out of my pipe as well as some more bong loads. Then I realized that I still had one bottle of Robitussin Cough Gels left, so we each took half of the bottle, for a total of 150 mg of DXM each. Well, at this point we decided that we wanted some more Robo, but we knew that we were both too fucked up to drive, so we woke up my roommate P and had him drive us to get more. NP wanted to go to CVS to get the robo, but I said Walgreens, since it is further away from downtown Champaign and thus police, plus since I work at Walgreens, I get a discount there.
We ended up going to CVS. Me and NP went into the store, while P decided to wait in the car. We stumbled into the cold medicine aisle and we both picked up our robo. as we were making our way up to the register, NP decided that he wanted to get soem candy, so I went to pay while he did that. I got through the checkout successfully and was about to walk out the door and wait for NP outside. Just as I was walking out the door, two cops walked in. I'm not sure if they were called or if they just happened to be there. My memory begins to get fuzzy at this point, but one of the cops, who was clearly an idiot, began asking me questions. The conversation went something like this:
Cop: What's wrong with you boy?
Me: Nothing, just getting some cough medicine, I'm about to leave.
Cop: What are you on?
Me: Nothing, I'm just a bit tired and sick.
Cop: Don't lie to me, I know you're on something...what's wrong with your friend?
Just then, I looked back to see NP walking toward the exit, and he did not look good. He was stumbling about, knocking things off shelves, and worst of all, he had pissed himself in the store.
Cop: Now i know you kids are on something, what is it? Is it reefer?
Me (holding back laughter): I'm not on anything, I think I'm going home now.
Cop: You're not going anywhere. Don't lie to me, you kids are fucked up. I know you're on something, what is it? Is it reefer?
After this, I only remember bits and pieces, but P told me that the cops kept questioning us and asking us about reefer, which in retrospect I find hilarious. The cop somehow called my dad and asked if I normally spoke in complete sentences. He made me talk to my dad and I told him that I had bought 'a legitimate cough medicine,' and my dad, being a pharmacist, would later interrogate me about my DXM use. At some point the cop threatened to give me a DUI, even though I did not drive there and did not have anything on me that could have linked me to driving (nor did I have anything illegal on me.). After a bit more questioning and arguing, the cop called an ambulance and we were both taken to the hospital. Me, being a pharmacy technician, chemistry major and drug connoiseur, knew the antidote to an OD or pretty much every substance I had taken, so I told them what to give me in the ambulance, but they said that they wouldn't give it to me. I spent the rest of the day in the hospital, sleeping or blacked out for most of the time, remembering only small pieces of information. At one point the nurse told me to get up and go to the bathroom, but I could not pee so I had to have a catheter put in. I watched her put it in, expecting it to hurt like Hell, but felt nothing. I remember briefly seeing NP's parents, who looked very disappointed and very Indian. I finally left the hospital about 3 AM on monday. I was driven home by NP's roommate M, for whom i gained much repsect after he had come from visiting Purdue to stay with us at the hospital for hours.
The next couple days, i felt very sluggish and did not go to any of my classes. By about Wednesday though I was feeling fine and little did I know that the next weekend would be the craziest drug weekend of my life, although the hospital trip was not and will not be repeated. I barely remembered this disappointing Super Bowl (XLII) because of the drugs.
Several negatives have come out of this hospital experience. First I have to pay off expensive hospital bills. Second I now have more of a reputation as much more of a drug user. Third, my parents lost a lot of their trust in me and I now have a curfew at 20 years old. I don't know how much my parents really know. At this point they didn't even know that I drank, so I don't know if they think this was a one time thing.
So learn from my experience. Don't go into public intoxicated during the day. Just stay at home and have a good time. Don't be stupid about your drug use. This was the only mistake I ever made, but it was a big one. Oh yeah, a while after this experience I learned that NP had been blacked out for two straight days and had hit several things with his car on the way over.
I did retain the bag of alprazolam, and many good times would follow...
First of all I will provide a description of myself and my setting for this experience. I had just turned twenty at the time, and I was in my sophomore year at the University of Illinois. I have always been a pretty smart kid, and a pretty athletic one at that, having played baseball and basketball competitively in my earlier days and still playing regular pickup games to this day. I do not think that I portray your typical drug user, and most people who are anything less than good friends have no idea about my drug use. At this time I had been smoking weed every day for over a year, drinking nearly as much, and had tried numerous other substances- shrooms, acid, opium, salvia, DXM, and a host of prescription drugs among which were hydrocodone, alprazolam, hydromorphone and others. I was in good physical shape at this point and was taking no prescription medications. The only supplement I was taking was creatine to boost my workouts. I was feeling pretty good on the day of the experience, despite my hangover and the bitterly cold weather outside. My accomplice for this tale was probably the biggest drug user I've ever met, he had tried pretty much everything and was a daily user of DXM, which is utterly ridiculous in my book.
On my birthday, I had come into possession of a large amount of alprazolam powder (not sure of the exact amount, but I guess that it was 50+ mg) for only $10. At the time it seemed like a really good idea, especially since I could not find any of the drugs at the time that I was really looking for, chiefly shrooms or acid, and I wanted to get fucked up. However, if I had known what was to come, I would have never touched the stuff. Or maybe I would just have been a little smarter about my use.
So that was a Wednesday, and throughout the rest of the week and the weekend i ate the nasty-tasting powder on several occasions in addition to my smoking weed every day, several times a day and my almost nightly beer pong ( I think we were among the best players at U of I) games with my roommates and other friends. Everything was going good until the following Sunday. I woke up slightly hungover from my Saturday night beer pong and partying and began to smoke when I received a call from my friend, to whom I will refer as NP around noon, asking if I wanted to get fucked. Of course my answer was yes. So he drove over to my house (which I would find out later was a huge mistake) and we went up to my room where I had my stash. I don't know if it was just me being high and still a bit drunk from the previous night, but I could not tell how intoxicated this kid was. If I had been able to tell, I like to think that I would have put a stop to it.
We first started smoking a couple of bong loads of some dank weed and then decided to each eat some of the alprazolam powder. Since it was in powder form, it was very difficult to verify doses, and we do not know how much we took, all we knew is that it was enough to mess us up but not to kill us. After ingesting the alprazolam we smoked a few bowls out of my pipe as well as some more bong loads. Then I realized that I still had one bottle of Robitussin Cough Gels left, so we each took half of the bottle, for a total of 150 mg of DXM each. Well, at this point we decided that we wanted some more Robo, but we knew that we were both too fucked up to drive, so we woke up my roommate P and had him drive us to get more. NP wanted to go to CVS to get the robo, but I said Walgreens, since it is further away from downtown Champaign and thus police, plus since I work at Walgreens, I get a discount there.
We ended up going to CVS. Me and NP went into the store, while P decided to wait in the car. We stumbled into the cold medicine aisle and we both picked up our robo. as we were making our way up to the register, NP decided that he wanted to get soem candy, so I went to pay while he did that. I got through the checkout successfully and was about to walk out the door and wait for NP outside. Just as I was walking out the door, two cops walked in. I'm not sure if they were called or if they just happened to be there. My memory begins to get fuzzy at this point, but one of the cops, who was clearly an idiot, began asking me questions. The conversation went something like this:
Cop: What's wrong with you boy?
Me: Nothing, just getting some cough medicine, I'm about to leave.
Cop: What are you on?
Me: Nothing, I'm just a bit tired and sick.
Cop: Don't lie to me, I know you're on something...what's wrong with your friend?
Just then, I looked back to see NP walking toward the exit, and he did not look good. He was stumbling about, knocking things off shelves, and worst of all, he had pissed himself in the store.
Cop: Now i know you kids are on something, what is it? Is it reefer?
Me (holding back laughter): I'm not on anything, I think I'm going home now.
Cop: You're not going anywhere. Don't lie to me, you kids are fucked up. I know you're on something, what is it? Is it reefer?
After this, I only remember bits and pieces, but P told me that the cops kept questioning us and asking us about reefer, which in retrospect I find hilarious. The cop somehow called my dad and asked if I normally spoke in complete sentences. He made me talk to my dad and I told him that I had bought 'a legitimate cough medicine,' and my dad, being a pharmacist, would later interrogate me about my DXM use. At some point the cop threatened to give me a DUI, even though I did not drive there and did not have anything on me that could have linked me to driving (nor did I have anything illegal on me.). After a bit more questioning and arguing, the cop called an ambulance and we were both taken to the hospital. Me, being a pharmacy technician, chemistry major and drug connoiseur, knew the antidote to an OD or pretty much every substance I had taken, so I told them what to give me in the ambulance, but they said that they wouldn't give it to me. I spent the rest of the day in the hospital, sleeping or blacked out for most of the time, remembering only small pieces of information. At one point the nurse told me to get up and go to the bathroom, but I could not pee so I had to have a catheter put in. I watched her put it in, expecting it to hurt like Hell, but felt nothing. I remember briefly seeing NP's parents, who looked very disappointed and very Indian. I finally left the hospital about 3 AM on monday. I was driven home by NP's roommate M, for whom i gained much repsect after he had come from visiting Purdue to stay with us at the hospital for hours.
The next couple days, i felt very sluggish and did not go to any of my classes. By about Wednesday though I was feeling fine and little did I know that the next weekend would be the craziest drug weekend of my life, although the hospital trip was not and will not be repeated. I barely remembered this disappointing Super Bowl (XLII) because of the drugs.
Several negatives have come out of this hospital experience. First I have to pay off expensive hospital bills. Second I now have more of a reputation as much more of a drug user. Third, my parents lost a lot of their trust in me and I now have a curfew at 20 years old. I don't know how much my parents really know. At this point they didn't even know that I drank, so I don't know if they think this was a one time thing.
So learn from my experience. Don't go into public intoxicated during the day. Just stay at home and have a good time. Don't be stupid about your drug use. This was the only mistake I ever made, but it was a big one. Oh yeah, a while after this experience I learned that NP had been blacked out for two straight days and had hit several things with his car on the way over.
I did retain the bag of alprazolam, and many good times would follow...
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