Some of you remember me from when I used to post a good bit. I've been gone for a while now, but shortly before I got locked up this took place, and I felt the need to give a report of the experience. It put me in check, quickly. I've done GHB numerous times over the past 6 years or so and have never had any problems. I have taken it in excess more than a few times and never had any serious problems with it, so I figured I knew where my limit was. I have seen someone else OD, but the situation was handled without that individual having to go to the hospital.
The night this happened I had some good tickets to an Atlanta Braves baseball game and a bottle of GHB so I invited a few friends to come with me and get shitty. The evening before, I had taken 100mg-120mg of Methadone (at the time I had a pretty big opiate tolerance). Well, we were tailgating for a while in the parking lot and I was having fun with some people so I guess the fact that I'd taken the methadone just slipped my mind when I was taking the G. I knocked back 4 caps and remembered about the methadone about 5 minutes later. It worried me a little, but I didn't freak out or anything. At the time it didn't seem like too big of a deal in comparison to some of the other combinations I've intentionally taken. I'm pretty sure this batch of G was a good bit stronger than what I'd been getting in the preceeding weeks, although I hadn't done any until that night. Everyone that did it that night told me it was stronger than the other that they'd picked up.
I remember starting to feel it as we were walking in the gates. By the time we got to our seats I was extremely dizzy, giggly, sweating, and uncoordinated. Every 2-3 minutes it felt like the intensity was doubling or so, until I could barely hold my head up. I remember wondering to myself if my buddies were going to have to help me out of the stadium at the end of the game. I kept telling myself that was the best G I'd ever done. I went out sometime after the middle of the first inning. Me and this chick that took 3 caps passed out with our heads laying on each other. My buddies thought it was pretty normal and weren't worried at all. I've actually got video on my buddy's camera phone of me and this chick passed out and them trying to wake us both up, making a joke out of the situation.
During the third inning the people running the cameras at the stadium put me and this chick on the "Kiss Cam" because we're passed out on each other and they think it's cute, which I later find out was on national television. Directly afterwards they send someone down to our section to check on us and see if we're alright. They come and ask our buddies if we're alright and they tell them that we drank a little too much and they would wake us up. During the sixth inning me and this chick are still out cold and the stadium security realizes that. They send them back down and tell my friends that if they don't wake us up that they're going to have to call the paramedics. My buddies start to freak out and proceed to start shaking me, hitting me, and pour water on me and this chick.
The paramedics show up sometime during the 8th inning and me and this chick have been out for a minute now. They start asking my "buddies" what we took and they tell them they don't know. They start doing sternum rubs on me and this chick. After about 2 minutes straight of sternum rubs this chick wakes up. They continue to work on me and I'm not coming around. I was told they did that for about 5 minutes, tried a couple other pressure points, and then broke out some ammonia strips and shoved them up my nostrils. I was breathing faintly and did not respond to the ammonia strips either. After that they brought a stretcher down to where we were sitting and started loading me up. At this point all my buddies I was with, except for the girl, have had to talk to the police and have gotten the hell out of the stadium altogether. All of this is attracting a crowd and creating a scene, so once again I get the cameras diverted to me during the middle of the game. They carry me to the next level and roll me to a medical section of the stadium, where I proceed to start violently convulsing. They're asking her what we took and she's so fucked up she really doesn't remember taking any G, but remembers drinking a clear liquid, and tells them we were drinking vodka. They ask her what drugs I've taken, and she remembers hanging out with me the day before and me taking the methadone. That probably saved my life.
I wake up in the back of an ambulance within a minute of being shot up with naloxone (a narcotic analgesic antagonist), hooked up to a couple IV's, with my arms strapped to this stretcher and every muscle in my body clenched as tight as I can. I immediately throw up and don't stop for a minute or so. I'm freezing cold, I have chest pains, and start convulsing again. It doesn't last too long and I find myself struggling for breath, scared shitless. At this point I don't know what the fuck is going on. I don't remember taking any drugs at all. I'm wondering why this is happening, but am having a lot of trouble piecing things together. The guy in the back of the ambulance with me asks me if I know where I am. I tell him I'm in the hospital. He yells the the driver to take note of something about my mental condition. I'm in pain. All I can say is "Fuuuck". I feel myself fading in and out of consciousness and am probably more afraid than I've ever been in my life. I come to and the guy in the back with me looks scared. As soon as he sees that I'm conscious again he starts trying to keep me awake. During this time I remember hearing the ambulance driver (a female) crying hysterically, yelling for me to hold on, that we're almost there.
The next time I remember waking up was nearly three days later. I'd been in intensive care for over two days and had a breathing tube running down my throat, as well as the sticky things on my chest from numerous EKG's, hooked to IV's, a catheter, the whole nine yards. It startled me. My thinking process was slowed down and distorted drastically. After a long while I was able to piece together the event that landed me there. Two days later I was realeased and thanked the paramedics and the girl I dosed with for saving my life. It was definitely a reality check. It made me realize once again how quick and easily life can be snatched away from you.
The night this happened I had some good tickets to an Atlanta Braves baseball game and a bottle of GHB so I invited a few friends to come with me and get shitty. The evening before, I had taken 100mg-120mg of Methadone (at the time I had a pretty big opiate tolerance). Well, we were tailgating for a while in the parking lot and I was having fun with some people so I guess the fact that I'd taken the methadone just slipped my mind when I was taking the G. I knocked back 4 caps and remembered about the methadone about 5 minutes later. It worried me a little, but I didn't freak out or anything. At the time it didn't seem like too big of a deal in comparison to some of the other combinations I've intentionally taken. I'm pretty sure this batch of G was a good bit stronger than what I'd been getting in the preceeding weeks, although I hadn't done any until that night. Everyone that did it that night told me it was stronger than the other that they'd picked up.
I remember starting to feel it as we were walking in the gates. By the time we got to our seats I was extremely dizzy, giggly, sweating, and uncoordinated. Every 2-3 minutes it felt like the intensity was doubling or so, until I could barely hold my head up. I remember wondering to myself if my buddies were going to have to help me out of the stadium at the end of the game. I kept telling myself that was the best G I'd ever done. I went out sometime after the middle of the first inning. Me and this chick that took 3 caps passed out with our heads laying on each other. My buddies thought it was pretty normal and weren't worried at all. I've actually got video on my buddy's camera phone of me and this chick passed out and them trying to wake us both up, making a joke out of the situation.
During the third inning the people running the cameras at the stadium put me and this chick on the "Kiss Cam" because we're passed out on each other and they think it's cute, which I later find out was on national television. Directly afterwards they send someone down to our section to check on us and see if we're alright. They come and ask our buddies if we're alright and they tell them that we drank a little too much and they would wake us up. During the sixth inning me and this chick are still out cold and the stadium security realizes that. They send them back down and tell my friends that if they don't wake us up that they're going to have to call the paramedics. My buddies start to freak out and proceed to start shaking me, hitting me, and pour water on me and this chick.
The paramedics show up sometime during the 8th inning and me and this chick have been out for a minute now. They start asking my "buddies" what we took and they tell them they don't know. They start doing sternum rubs on me and this chick. After about 2 minutes straight of sternum rubs this chick wakes up. They continue to work on me and I'm not coming around. I was told they did that for about 5 minutes, tried a couple other pressure points, and then broke out some ammonia strips and shoved them up my nostrils. I was breathing faintly and did not respond to the ammonia strips either. After that they brought a stretcher down to where we were sitting and started loading me up. At this point all my buddies I was with, except for the girl, have had to talk to the police and have gotten the hell out of the stadium altogether. All of this is attracting a crowd and creating a scene, so once again I get the cameras diverted to me during the middle of the game. They carry me to the next level and roll me to a medical section of the stadium, where I proceed to start violently convulsing. They're asking her what we took and she's so fucked up she really doesn't remember taking any G, but remembers drinking a clear liquid, and tells them we were drinking vodka. They ask her what drugs I've taken, and she remembers hanging out with me the day before and me taking the methadone. That probably saved my life.
I wake up in the back of an ambulance within a minute of being shot up with naloxone (a narcotic analgesic antagonist), hooked up to a couple IV's, with my arms strapped to this stretcher and every muscle in my body clenched as tight as I can. I immediately throw up and don't stop for a minute or so. I'm freezing cold, I have chest pains, and start convulsing again. It doesn't last too long and I find myself struggling for breath, scared shitless. At this point I don't know what the fuck is going on. I don't remember taking any drugs at all. I'm wondering why this is happening, but am having a lot of trouble piecing things together. The guy in the back of the ambulance with me asks me if I know where I am. I tell him I'm in the hospital. He yells the the driver to take note of something about my mental condition. I'm in pain. All I can say is "Fuuuck". I feel myself fading in and out of consciousness and am probably more afraid than I've ever been in my life. I come to and the guy in the back with me looks scared. As soon as he sees that I'm conscious again he starts trying to keep me awake. During this time I remember hearing the ambulance driver (a female) crying hysterically, yelling for me to hold on, that we're almost there.
The next time I remember waking up was nearly three days later. I'd been in intensive care for over two days and had a breathing tube running down my throat, as well as the sticky things on my chest from numerous EKG's, hooked to IV's, a catheter, the whole nine yards. It startled me. My thinking process was slowed down and distorted drastically. After a long while I was able to piece together the event that landed me there. Two days later I was realeased and thanked the paramedics and the girl I dosed with for saving my life. It was definitely a reality check. It made me realize once again how quick and easily life can be snatched away from you.
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