Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
just wrote this in a blog but wanted to post here, too! wondering if anyone else truly "woke up" after an OD.
I am talking about one OD and then ENOUGH from there. not my case, because I have OD'd multiple times, but want to hear about others.
so, over the past month and a half I've been the BEST I've been since being on the outside (jails, institutions, and.. well, not death) in a long ass time. I actually went 3 weeks w/o using; yes, I am scripted bupe but to me that is sobriety, so fuck off if you think otherwise.
well, even when on bupe I'd still screw up and always used every 3-4 days but managed to go 3 weeks before eventually going back and buying a GOOD AMOUNT of dope from the usual; anyway, I was always shooting fent laced dope, so it was pure white, but he gave me 2 brown bags and I was just thinking to myself, "wow, this will suck; no fent in here". well, I open up 1G and I decide to shoot 1/3 - I get the shot off after being OFF suboxone the last 24hrs and I feel great; I seriously felt great but in my head, as a usual junkie, I am still thinking I could feel better, or should have shot more. so I go back to the stack and there is 2/3 of a G remaining. I split it into 4 shots and I take 1 shot.
now, mind you, I am on the phone w/ my GF who knows what I am doing; we are doing SKYPE and she sees me shoot. well, I shoot and I say something stupid; then all of a sudden a look comes over my face, and I just slowly start to close the eyes and just pause in the same spot for literally 2-3 minutes. finally I start to slowly, very, very slowly tip over onto the ground. I knocked over a glass bottle on the table, the chair, the needles, etc. 20 mins go by and I wake up on the fucking FLOOR of my kitchen w/o a clue as to what happened. I suddenly get up and just clean and clean, pick things up, broken glass, etc. so the minute I am done w/ that what do you think I did next!? thats right, I shot another 1/4 what I had left.
from there I called the girl back and she was in panic mode said she was going to call the cops, etc. she is a addict/past addict herself so she has an idea how the game is played, unfortunately. its sad that I did that and I ended up finishing those 2G's that night. I was miserable the whole next day and just did not feel myself; I felt much better taking my 12MG bupe daily than I did after shooting that dope, or even while on the dope.
since that day, which was over a week ago, I have not touched or used again. I have had no urges, only bad thoughts and memories about what happened last weekend and how that COULD have been my last day living; it was just a wake up call I feel, right? I almost OD'd AGAIN.. and if anyone was there w/ me I prob. would have woken up in a ambulance or a hospital. I am thankful I was alone and thankful no one did anything and just let me awake; yes, I could have died but I didnt and it, once again, had woken me the fuck up!
I know, I know.. this has happened to others and they went back. well, I've OD'd multiple times but for whatever reason this past few months things have just felt different; that last OD truly woke me the fuck up. I have been living a fun, happy life the past 4 months I've been "clean". and I almost took it all away last week because I wanted to "try" something because I "missed" it I told myself.
its shit like this that sometimes truly "wakes" us up.
I am talking about one OD and then ENOUGH from there. not my case, because I have OD'd multiple times, but want to hear about others.
so, over the past month and a half I've been the BEST I've been since being on the outside (jails, institutions, and.. well, not death) in a long ass time. I actually went 3 weeks w/o using; yes, I am scripted bupe but to me that is sobriety, so fuck off if you think otherwise.
well, even when on bupe I'd still screw up and always used every 3-4 days but managed to go 3 weeks before eventually going back and buying a GOOD AMOUNT of dope from the usual; anyway, I was always shooting fent laced dope, so it was pure white, but he gave me 2 brown bags and I was just thinking to myself, "wow, this will suck; no fent in here". well, I open up 1G and I decide to shoot 1/3 - I get the shot off after being OFF suboxone the last 24hrs and I feel great; I seriously felt great but in my head, as a usual junkie, I am still thinking I could feel better, or should have shot more. so I go back to the stack and there is 2/3 of a G remaining. I split it into 4 shots and I take 1 shot.
now, mind you, I am on the phone w/ my GF who knows what I am doing; we are doing SKYPE and she sees me shoot. well, I shoot and I say something stupid; then all of a sudden a look comes over my face, and I just slowly start to close the eyes and just pause in the same spot for literally 2-3 minutes. finally I start to slowly, very, very slowly tip over onto the ground. I knocked over a glass bottle on the table, the chair, the needles, etc. 20 mins go by and I wake up on the fucking FLOOR of my kitchen w/o a clue as to what happened. I suddenly get up and just clean and clean, pick things up, broken glass, etc. so the minute I am done w/ that what do you think I did next!? thats right, I shot another 1/4 what I had left.
from there I called the girl back and she was in panic mode said she was going to call the cops, etc. she is a addict/past addict herself so she has an idea how the game is played, unfortunately. its sad that I did that and I ended up finishing those 2G's that night. I was miserable the whole next day and just did not feel myself; I felt much better taking my 12MG bupe daily than I did after shooting that dope, or even while on the dope.
since that day, which was over a week ago, I have not touched or used again. I have had no urges, only bad thoughts and memories about what happened last weekend and how that COULD have been my last day living; it was just a wake up call I feel, right? I almost OD'd AGAIN.. and if anyone was there w/ me I prob. would have woken up in a ambulance or a hospital. I am thankful I was alone and thankful no one did anything and just let me awake; yes, I could have died but I didnt and it, once again, had woken me the fuck up!
I know, I know.. this has happened to others and they went back. well, I've OD'd multiple times but for whatever reason this past few months things have just felt different; that last OD truly woke me the fuck up. I have been living a fun, happy life the past 4 months I've been "clean". and I almost took it all away last week because I wanted to "try" something because I "missed" it I told myself.
its shit like this that sometimes truly "wakes" us up.