Wrote in blogs but curious if anyone ever had something similar happen......
I've been dealing with addiction for at least 15 years. The past few has been IV fentanyl off and on but until two weeks ago it's been 2 years straight. Waking at 3 am with a shot ready. I've killed so many veins that I was using my feet and little veins in my fingers.
6 years ago I lost my dad. One of the hardest things I've been through until 3 years later my mom ended up in palliative care and I stayed with her til the end. And it almost killed me. I got back home and at that time I was over a year no fentanyl. That didn't last long. I dont have family anymore and kinda stopped caring if I overdosed. I started the needle full time and stopped starting slow to gage the strength. A trap house around the corner seemed so perfect. Fentanyl is everywhere here.
What started to happen a few weeks ago had me questioning my sanity. I'm totally not someone that believes in ghosts or spirits. I would go cop some fentanyl and come home and sit at my desk and do shot after shot. One day as I was doing a shot the computer chair seemed to be pulled back a bit. The first few times I thought maybe it's the floor uneven but I started to feel a little weird because the chair has 5 wheels and it's not that easy to move. One night i was nodding out and I woke up with the chair back 3 feet hitting the couch and I woke up just in time before I fell to the floor. I went and got a level and checked the floor. It's level. My head was on my keyboard so I doubt in my fet fold state that I pushed myself back.
Then I started joking to myself that my parents were doing it (it happened at least 6-8 times). I know that sounds bat sht crazy but I can't think of anything else that could make my chair just move on its own let alone quickly enough to send me into the couch with such force to wake me up.
The next day which is 2 weeks ago i stopped using fentanyl. I got sick unlike I've ever been before. And not once did I even think to get more. Just kept telling myself it would be over soon. I probably should have went to the hospital but I couldn't get off my bed. Last night was the first full night of sleep I've gotten.
As crazy as it sounds and I know it does but I honestly think they were doing it. It hasn't happened since. The chair doesn't even move easily when I try. There's no logical explanation for it and trust me I've tried.
Whatever it was it saved my life
I've been dealing with addiction for at least 15 years. The past few has been IV fentanyl off and on but until two weeks ago it's been 2 years straight. Waking at 3 am with a shot ready. I've killed so many veins that I was using my feet and little veins in my fingers.
6 years ago I lost my dad. One of the hardest things I've been through until 3 years later my mom ended up in palliative care and I stayed with her til the end. And it almost killed me. I got back home and at that time I was over a year no fentanyl. That didn't last long. I dont have family anymore and kinda stopped caring if I overdosed. I started the needle full time and stopped starting slow to gage the strength. A trap house around the corner seemed so perfect. Fentanyl is everywhere here.
What started to happen a few weeks ago had me questioning my sanity. I'm totally not someone that believes in ghosts or spirits. I would go cop some fentanyl and come home and sit at my desk and do shot after shot. One day as I was doing a shot the computer chair seemed to be pulled back a bit. The first few times I thought maybe it's the floor uneven but I started to feel a little weird because the chair has 5 wheels and it's not that easy to move. One night i was nodding out and I woke up with the chair back 3 feet hitting the couch and I woke up just in time before I fell to the floor. I went and got a level and checked the floor. It's level. My head was on my keyboard so I doubt in my fet fold state that I pushed myself back.
Then I started joking to myself that my parents were doing it (it happened at least 6-8 times). I know that sounds bat sht crazy but I can't think of anything else that could make my chair just move on its own let alone quickly enough to send me into the couch with such force to wake me up.
The next day which is 2 weeks ago i stopped using fentanyl. I got sick unlike I've ever been before. And not once did I even think to get more. Just kept telling myself it would be over soon. I probably should have went to the hospital but I couldn't get off my bed. Last night was the first full night of sleep I've gotten.
As crazy as it sounds and I know it does but I honestly think they were doing it. It hasn't happened since. The chair doesn't even move easily when I try. There's no logical explanation for it and trust me I've tried.
Whatever it was it saved my life
