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Has anything bad ever happened to you, whilst on drugs?

Screaming and thrashing around in M-hole, woke up my mum, bruised my nose, arm, face. Luckily I didn't end up in hospital. But scared her a lot and was obviously out of it for ages after while she was trying to explain to me repeatedly what had happened. Finally I came too enough to remember what she said.

Friend smashed the back of his head open while we were on MDPV and MXE. Didn't realise he was bleeding lots till I came too and saw his hands and head covered in blood where I assume he had been scratching the wound. That ended up with him in hospital and getting stitches. Twas 3am on monday morning and his housemate at the time had to drive him to A&E and she had work in the morning. I could hardly help at all as I had only just got out of hospital after having a tumor removed from my spine.

I had a seizure after clubbing on pills and smoking loads of weed back at a mates house. Scared everyone obviously.

Had another seizure at leeds festival after running out of xanax powder and dancing in a packed dance tent. Was carted off to recovery tent...

Mum passed out from taking my GBL without my permission and not knowing how much to take. She was passed out for hours while I periodically checked on her breathing. As time went on she didn't wake up (6 hours she was out maybe?) I ended up calling an ambulance after she was starting to 'fit' while 'coming to'. I didn't accompany her to hospital as I was angry at her. In retrospect I should have called right away as I didn't know how much she had taken and she could have stopped breathing at any time.

Bad trip on shrooms/2cb/weed each time thought I was dying/had a panic attack.

Out of it for a few weeks on ket, crack, brown and xanax powder. Don't remember much but scared my whole family and was mean as hell and verbally abusive to my mum and sister. IVed heroin and passed out on sisters birthday, scarring her shitless.


Good old drugs :|
 
TD, I know it's too late for your mum but I find benzos kill the after-effects of GBL stone dead. Not meaning you should give them to someone who's passed out, but maybe a small dose would have helped your mum while she was coming too. Actually you did the right thing, I would too, but I just want to say that I find the aftereffects of GBL can be a bit unpleasant and two or three mg etizolam fixes it.
 
indeed

its also helped me as well. when treated with respect its magical, very useful
 
On that subject: Ket + G (I have loads of experience with these two separately) had me thrashing and screaming in terror, cops coming in, wheeling me off for a mental checkup, TWICE in ONE MONTH. Sigh. G makes me overconfident and go for doses that I shouldn't attempt in such a spinny state. Incredible primal fear of dying, then blacking out.
 
Suprised me too. So much that I broke down and went for a big sack of ket again, three weeks later, in the middle of a G binge. But again, the same complete disorientation and blackout. Sitting in a padded cell with the warm and friendly sounds of a friday night mental health crisis care center, suffering a mean G rebound, good times :D
 
knock said:
Dan's MXE story sounds similar to one of mine, but I wouldn't class it as "bad" =D
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Mine wouldnt have been bad without the booze and meph mix, meph synergy with dissocatives is weird enough with ket, with MXE its twisted, mixed meph and ket last weekend, such a heavy body load, didnt feel right at all
 
Some good warnings in this thread.

My short answer is no, unless it involves red wine and vomit coming out of my nostrils.
 
Did a little too much 3-MeO-PCP and Ketamine after coming back from a weekend of MDMA, speed and alcohol. My tolerance was/is high, I wanted to get nice and dissociated and watch some films for the rest of the day whilst coming down off the stims. So I took some fairly heroic doses of 3-MeO, Ketamine and threw a couple of etizolam down too.

I came round in a different room with paramedics surrounding me, asking me questions about what I'd taken, They went through my draws, found my stash and paraphernalia (they even nicked off with my nice metal sniffing tube!) then despite my protestations, walked me out to the ambulance, took me to the nearest A&E and conducted a barrage of urine and blood tests, did an ECG, and left me to simmer for about 8 hours before discharging me. I understand why they did all that, but I felt a little dehumanised when they basically blackmailed me into having blood and urine samples taken. They said "either you stay here and have these tests or we will get the police involved." Unfortunately I was still in a state of fairly dissociated shock so I couldn't bring myself to logically consider the fact that I wasn't doing anything illegal - the only substance they'd discovered was an RC, and the rest of the shit was already in my body.

Turns out someone had found me in a massive hole, freaked out and called 999. Fair enough, really. At least I know my heart's still in good working order.
 
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^ Damn, what a horrible experience. What could be worse than waking up to a load of paramedics surrounding you?

(Don't try and answer)
 
Nothing bad has ever really happened to me on anything major, the worst was probably being on shrooms and wanting to walk home through the fields but all these coppers being down the road near said fields. Turned out to be fire engines, from the fire station right next to the fields. And walking through the woods nearby, coming up on shrooms, and seeing a bunch of blokes in army camo go tramping past the footpath above us. Not bad, but one of those genuine 'did that just happen?' moments because there is absolutely no army barracks or anything anywhere near there.

Worst has probably been booze and weed. We'd got through a few bottles of whiskey and god knows how much weed between three of us, and were walking home one night, winding down, and some bloke shouted over asking us if we had any fags (this becomes somewhat ironic later). We did! And we were drunk and stoned and feeling generally good, though tired. This guy said he'd swap us some booze for fags or whatever so off we wandered into his house. In there was some other lad, and we drank, smoked and chatted til the other lad went upstairs, and the first guy, obviously at this point off his tits on MDMA or something similar, asked us if we wanted to go in the hot tub. We declined for whatever reason and he's like 'alright' and starts getting naked. I'm still stoned and this is freaking me out a bit, sat on the sofa in between my two male friends. We started making excuses to leave while he strips stark bollock naked and goes to kiss my friend to my left, who kindly and promptly shoved him to the side, onto myself. I wasn't having any of that and thrust (har) him upon the mate to my right, who, being a kickboxer, promptly belted him one and threw (ok, drunkenly shoved) him to the floor. We got up to leave and crazy naked guy started chasing my kickboxing friend round and round the through living room/kitchen like some fucked up rapey Benny Hill thing, dick waving, shouting that he wanted to fuck him. They did maybe two or three circuits before my other mate picked up a dining table chair and spanged the potential rapist around the head with it. Collapsed like a sack of potatoes and we did one. Ran all the way out the house down the road and well up the next one before we stopped.

And we only stopped because the police made us. Absolutely fucking shat it, but it turns out they were just suss cos we were out late and looked underage, which I think the two lads were at the time. They took our booze, and told me I could come pick mine up in the morning if I wanted because I showed them one of them citizen's cards or whatever and they wouldn't accept it but told em I did have a driving license. Anyways I'd been wearing a suit jacket because I was one of THOSE teenagers and had kept a mix of beer, whiskey, and fuck knows what else hidden up my sleeve, left the lads to walk home, drinking that. Get in to find my Grandma had died.

I like to think she'd approve of how incredibly wrecked I was at that moment <3 So yeah uh it was scary as hell while it was happening but we laugh about it now and the guy didn't die so all's good.

Also got two blokes come in with knives waving em about and blaming my (German) friend for drawing a swastika outside on the fence because one of these guy's girlfriends was black so obviously the German guy didn't like her and drew a swastika? It was basically a ploy to get our (shitty) weed because German guy had bragged to them on the way into the flats that we'd got weed when they hadn't been able to get any. So they'd waited half an hour and come to visit with their knives and their scarves pulled up like we wouldn't recognise the cunts. If I remember correctly one of them just got done for murder, so slippery slope, eh? I might be wrong though but it was definitely one of the few dealers kicking round town at the time. Fucking shit town for dealers this place, they're all cunts. Won't touch any of em with a ten foot pole now, would rather wait three days and get it from a friend or a mate who grows than deal with them. Small town syndrome, or something. Want to be a big boy but can't really pull it off.

And them's my stories, which I have told a thousand times on here, cos generally anything REALLY bad that happens to me is my own fault.
 
Group of us were just having few cans smoking weed. At about mid night we get a knock at the door, my mate opens the door and its some Somali fella who giving people in the area some grief. But this time he has some huge geeza with him, so they force their way in. The sit down and the big fella pulls out a huge Rambo knife, needless to say we all shut up and are rather nervous.

They then make us take our phones out of pockets and on the table. These two told my mate they want his weed. Now he had been selling weed but had stopped for good the day before and had put the money in safe place. But these two did not believe him!!! They were there for 5 hours, so in effect we were held hostage. What made it worse was they were about to leave but found an oz of MD after 2 hours...... But had only been demanding weed or cocaine. But not MD so this made them even more suspicious, so stayed another 3. Even though they accepted they had only demanded weed or coke.

My mate was fucking begging them that he would have given them any weed as he really did not want us lot to be put at risk due to a bit of weed, which was completely true! But he had no weed and had stopped for good, mainly as this guy was mugging weed dealers off.

Needless to say they left empty handed, the guy with the Rambo knife going mental at skinny cunt for wasting his time.

Drinking booze and the odd spliff did help with the stress.

I believe the skinny guy got sent to prison for doing the same to a completely innocent group of people who had no concerns phoning the cops and going to court.
 
I was blazed at this really hot chicks house, we we're walking from my car to the house, and on the powerline was two possums that sounded like they had lung cancer fucking. Then they got electrocuted mid act. Really killed the mood :(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHulXzuc_9Y
Heres what possums sound like so you can further know my pain.
 
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