i had a nasty run in with a mixture of things...
orange juice and everclear (yeah, i know. i was 18, okay!)
lots of dank nuggets
and a few lines of methamphetamine
Let's just say that da angel was on a bit of a hell-bent mission to get fucked up. i sort of remember puking over the balcony, and then my friends telling me to hold still while they checked my pulse. Then i rather passed in and out of conciousness until i woke up breifly in my dorm room at 4:18am (to giggle at the time, and the fact that i couldn't move my body at all) blinked, so i thought, and then looked over at the clock again to find that it now said 9:27am. My arms and legs were strangely blue... and my lips... under my nails... i looked dead, and even felt a lil dead (my body temp was about 94*).
So, i asked my friend what happened, and she says "All i know is that we lost track of your heart rate at about 240bpm. That's when we just quit trying to count."
how's that for a reality check? (i have a heart murmur, and had nearly had a heart attack.)
.da angel.
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if we are what we eat, then what is to be said of what we choose to listen to...?