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Have you almost died from anything?

What comes to mind now is injecting synthetic adrenaline (the stuff for dilating your pupils at the eye-doctor) out of total boredom and coming down with a nice case of pulmonary edema , had to spend 24 hours hooked up to what felt a vacuum cleaner at the hospital and could not drink any water for just a long!

I really was stupid. I mean Heroin overdoses when you are young and inexperienced , shit happens you know , but I was just reckless.
 
I had some really strong dope, two different stamp brands, and had previously shot up one "brand" of it no problem. This time, however, I combined brand names and shot one bag of the old stuff and one bag of the new. I had also snorted both of these, separately, which is why I thought I would be fine. Alas, within seconds after shooting up I puked, and continued puking for about 40 minutes straight (until nothing was left by dry heaves). I felt like I was going to die for sure, but ultimately, I did not.
 
Almost died several times. Have had a lot of surgeries (20+) and by time 13 yrs old had like 10 major operations (5-8 hrs each) and the scar tissue inside from those wrapped around small intestines and caused a blockage/cutoff most of the blood flow, Was so sick couldn't explain to my mother what was wrong, kept telling her I thought it was the flu. It started on a Friday night and lay in bed doubled over an entire weekend, couldn't even sip water and the pain was so bad I tried imagining that it was trapped inside of colored shapes that I could then make float away. Yellow squares, blue triangles, nothing worked, it was like being in a dream hell. By the time took me to the hospital on Monday I was so dehydrated and messed up from chemical imbalances they had to wait til nightfall to do the surgery cause wouldn't have survived it otherwise, nurses were taking turns squeezing the iv bags to get fluids in faster.

Also stopped breathing for awhile after 2 other surgeries (weird experience), and after another operation had maybe the closest call of all when had a pulmonary embolism. It felt like nothing, one moment was in the ICU wishing had a tv, the next I broke into a full sweat and felt sleepy, next thing I knew after that the bed was surrounded by nurses and the machines were going nuts, could see my blood oxygen monitor and it said 62%, and that was well on the rise. The next morn the surgeon just shook his head, had the clot been bigger there was nothing anyone could have done.

Also a couple years ago had an anaphylactic reaction to an antibiotic, went to bed with a scratchy throat, dreamt I was choking to death, woke up and really was choking, could barely breathe. Also had a ripping fever around 104 and was so messed up didn't even wake up my wife or call ambulance, just tore through the medicine cabinet looking for benadryl. All could find was some weird bottle that said antihistamines on it, had these tiny yellow pills, managed to get a bunch of them down one by one but practically drowning myself as did, kept spewing up water and pills and having to try again. Later that day my wife told me they were actually dog benadryl :\
 
Half a gram of speed combined with around 800mg DXM and some alcohol. Started with a headache at the base of my skull, which rapidly escalated to the most excruciating pain of my life, and compounded with a solid hour of insanely intense vomiting and heaving. When I finally finished puking the pain was still there, worse than ever, and I laid in bed. My entire body locked up, back arched up off the mattress and I was paralyzed in that position for hours, cell phone in hand ready to call 911, but too scared to because of the repercussions. How ironic is that shit?

Thank God I made it through that night. Still, for four days afterward there was residual pain where my neck and skull meet, and heart palpitations. Any significant movement made the pain exponentially worse, and I would feel like I was about to faint. I ended up going to the hospital for it, but didn't tell them they why, just about the pain. Got a shot of dilaudid and was sent on my way.

Definitely one of the scariest experiences of my life.
 
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There was this one time I might have been close. No way of knowing, but it's cool, 'cause this obnoxiously fat, moody, smelly cat named Killer, kept jumping up on the bed I was in and rubbing against me all static-y and shocking me, which kept me conscious and aware of whether or not I was breathing. Fucker would not go away either. I'd throw her off the bed and she just kept jumping back up with her definite odor and newly acquired charge, which I don't know where she got, and all that fat. But I like being able to say that my life was once saved by a fat, moody, stuck up, air-polluting, static wielding, bitch of a cat named Killer, dislikeable in every way, and point out the couple different layers of irony in all of it.

Also when my doctor had just started me on clonazepam last summer, I did some H and OD'd, not thinking there would be nearly that much potentiation. Friend dragged me out of the bathroom and this bike cop showed up and summoned paramedics and an ambulance, and they all somehow decided that they could refuse my right to refuse an expensive, unwanted trip in an ambulance, based solely on the intervals between my breaths and the ones between my being conscious. My financial history's bad enough already, now I got a $1,000 bill gonna come in the mail which I'll probably end up burying in the backyard 'cause I'm not sure what else to do with it.
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haha for real those ambulance drives for OD'ing or blackingout somewhere inappropriate will fuck you up financially, The two times i ended up in the hospital was cause i was completely shroomed out, and then the time when i blackedout on the street. But i panicked when they sent those bills
 
OD on JWH-018 led to me driving through a ditch a smashing my head so hard that i consciously convulsed and hallucinated that I was in hell (a limbo in which I was a series of gears grinding on a larger machine which felt very real and painful) for a period of time that seemed infinite, I was sure that I was dead or at least on my way out. I also OD'd on heroin once and turned blue but luckily i was with people who cold showered me. Another time I OD'd on Phenazepam and can't beleive I didn't die. I was handed a bump of white powder from two individuals who were eating molly like it was going out of style, the bump appeared to be roughly 100mg of powder and Assuming it was molly i popped it straight down the hatch. 15 hour coma.
 
I almost died whilst under the influence of salvia. When I took it, it freaked me out that much that I ran up the stairs and jumped out of the sash bathroom window, bear footed and ran for my life through the town centre and across a busy road. I couldn't see anything except the ground swallowing everything I tried to focus on. I found out a few weeks after that I caused a 3 car ping on the road I ran across, and was missed by inches.
That shit should be banned.
 
One time I fucked up driving and almost got t-boned at high speed on my side. Fucker woulda nailed me right where I was. Fortunately, the guy was able to swerve out of the way at the last second and miss me by a hair. There was a seemingly long moment before he evaded me where I couldn't move/get out of the way and that I was 100% fucked. Blew my mind when he managed to miss me, the guy almost hit a pedestrian after dodging me. It could have been non leathal, but fuck it sure seemed like it could of been a lethal collision for me.

This other time I took to much 'done when I was in highschool. Was nodding soooo hard. At the time I was experienced with very heavy nods (but I didn't get to do opiates very frequently) and was handling my shit. I had been to the point before that where I'd be nodding hard and sometimes would jolt out of a nod for a breath of air as my breathing was heavily repressed. I 'knew my limits' at the time and felt confident dosing just up to that point where I might come out of a nod needing some air. This was also happening this occasion on the 'done, and it didn't phase me becuase I'd just fight the nod and breathe afterward or suddenly wake up needing a breath of air. But this really really heavy nod came along that had me in it's grips for a good while. I was pretty much not conscious (or breathing either) but there came a moment in that nod where I gained a very slight amount of consciousness and in that moment I felt my heart beat slowly coming to a stop. Just 4 or 5 beats slowing down on each beat. And at the last moment I just burst out of the nod fully awake gasping for air. It really seemed like my heart was one beat away from stopping. I made some coffee after that and just tried to consistently fight the nod after that. I don't remember the sedation being any stronger after that. I was able to continue fighting the nod and not have any problems.
 
Makeshift poorman's speedball (in this case amphetamine + hydrocodone, which was manageable) combined with zolpidem (still manageable), which fucked up my judgement and resulted in me taking a lorazepam (now a problem) - after 32 hours sleep deprivation. I'm not sure how close I actually was to dying but it was certainly closer than I'd ever been before. I had to remind myself constantly to keep breathing because I was worried I would stop if I focused on something else. Eventually it wore off and after nearly two days time of being awake I felt it was safe to go to sleep.



There was also a time I had some zolpidem and quite a bit of wine and nearly took two xanax, again under corrupted judgement. I can't remember why I decided not to but I'm pretty sure it saved my life.
 
I once stood up for 3 days sniffing amazing coke and popping/sniffing xanax bars left and right. I was in school at the time, so i was staying up doing a ton of schoolwork and partying at the same time. I was sniffing Oxycodone 30mg pills too. So the final night of my binging i had a beer, stepped out to talk on the phone,

next thing i remember my friend was yelling at me saying, "WHO AM I!??? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM??!" and then me running frantically straight into authorities and paramedics. I was pushing them off me and trying to fight in my delirious state.

I had blood dripping down my face and out my nose and mouth.

I had a seizure and dislocated my shoulder in the fall (which i didn't realize until the next day). My friends said after i was done seizing i stopped moving and my eyes rolled back into my head. They were red as the devil too. And blood was gushing from every orifice of my face.

That was such a scary thing... to not know what in gods name just happened to you and everyone is looking at you all shocked and panicking.

Ever since then, i took it easy on speedballing and even doing coke period. I just stick to downers now.
 
My first fentanyl patch ( not that it makes a difference here, but I would like to note that it was prescribed).
I try to avoid thinking about it, as it was complete terror.
SO scary that I was only prescribed 25mcg too much. Even scarier is the thought that had I taken it in the evening and gone to bed I almost surely would not have woken.
Cat
 
yes, when i was fairly new to opiates, could still get high off 20-30mg off norco or percs i found someone who sold morphine and hydromorphone, i took 50mg of morphine orally n snorted 12mg of hydrmorphone n i was throwin up all night n wasnt able to stay conscious, would stop breathing for peroids of time, shouldnt have woken up after that night but i did

had a moderate tolerance and smoked fent off foil n fell out almost immediatly, woke up a few hours later not remembering anything but watchin the smoke rise off the foil, should have died then

put a fent patch on my arm n had one in my mouth on my gums n fell asleep, woke up throwin up n was too high, if i wouldnt have woken up to feelin sick n stayed asleep it mighta not woken up

was about 1-2 months clean when i quit heroin in april of 2011, was with some old friends and some Oxy, hydromorphone and xanax was available, i indulged in i forget how much of each, nodded crazy hard the whole night but then decided to go home once i was able to keep my head up n my eyes open for atleast a few minutes at a time, drove 25miles home on the highway. was noddin out the whole time n should have been pulled over i was drivin all over the road, should have gotten into an accident with another car, instead i exited the highway and was only 1-2 miles from home when i legit fell asleep/passed out instead of just noddin n comin to and i wrecked my car onto the median, blew out my tire n was able to get my car off the median n pull onto a side street on my rim n retrieved the car in the morning with a warning notice from the police saying i cant just park my broke down car on the side of the street

and once freshman year of college before i really had any sort of opiate tolerance and mostly only fucked with weed n xanax i took some random assortment of shit pills, it was xanax, skelaxin, darvocet, percocet, soma, klonopin, weed n liqour. i got way too fucked up and had some sort of bad reaction to one of or as the result of the combination of drugs, i was throwin up which ended up being continuous dry heaves which alarmed my RA and those in the dorms next to me, then i finally passed out n threw up in my sleep but fortunately im a belly sleeper so i woke up to a face full of vomit n sheets that had to be thrown out. if i was lying on my back i could/should have died

driving in an ice storm goin to cop, after having picked up i was tryin to get home fast before the roads got even worse, so i left without dosing, while on the highway i decided i needed some dope so i put out a line on a frisbee n went to snoot it while driving, while my head was down the car in front of me put on the breaks goin over a bridge, when i slammed on mine i hit an ice patch and fishtailed bad and almost hit/went through the gaurd rails
 
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35mg hydrocodone with no tolerance and too much damn whiskey. One of the most ignorant decisions I've made.
 
Amphetamine has felt like it and led to 3 hospital visits, how close I actually was to death however is debatable. Fentanyl has led to one overdose where I could hardly keep my eyes open, let alone walk and everything was spinning for 24 hours (ate whole 100mg patch with no tolerance) brother forced me to walk around town with him, which sucked. Dying would have sucked more though. IV mephedrone methamphetamine race for days then taking 12mg xanor and IV ~130mg methadone or so with no real tolerance to benzos and a moderate opiate tolerance (90mg methadone alone would get me real high) and my friend found me unconscious and unresponsive on the floor. Police had to knock down the door so EMT could get in. It cost my friend his apartment, which I was currently inhabiting and it cost me 2000 euro to pay the door, which was all I could do for him except tell him how sorry I was.
 
I overdosed on ativan on purpose 2 times when i was 15.
idk if i almost died but i got fed charcoal at the nearest e.r and sent to the mental hospital both times. don't remember how much i did. and i guess i kept getting so high that i'd tell people i was trying to kill myself x_x
 
20$ vial of heroin, Ivd. Said "this is the best dope i've ever done!" to my girlfriend, and promptly stopped breathing. My lips turned so blue they were almost black, and my heart stopped at one point. Thank fuck she had narcan on hand, and she administered it to save my life. I am immensely grateful to her and to the people at the needle exchange who provided the narcan, I would not be here without them. I strongly urge any opiate users to get their hands on some narcan so that you never have to watch a friend OD and be able to do nothing about it.
 
Pretty sure I almost died from a MXE overdose. I was also on antibiotics and prednisone at the time. I kept doing lines of good MXE, it wasn't working, so i kept doing more. I know, bad judgement. Anyways, all the sudden it all hit me and I felt VERY funny and staggered upstairs and told my ex I didn't feel so well and layed down. Then I got a huge pain in my chest and arms and had a grand mal seizure. I vomited and KNEW I was gonna die right then and there. The seizing stopped, and I felt like I had a stroke. I was terrified. Hospital said no problems, though. But IDK..It was pretty bad.
 
I've almost died a countless number of times.

I actually did die for a few minutes from a methadone+benzos+alcohol combination before being brought back.
 
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