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Have you almost died from anything?

Well there's many times i legit thought i was dying from stimulant anxiety and so on but ill name the times i was at least close to dying.
3 Different ecstasy pills, 1 (meth/mdma and pipe mix) 2nd (Strong MDMA pill) 3rd (piperazine). Anyways those three mixed caused an insanely bad reaction, by the ending of the night i had every bad side effect you could think of. Would rather die than go through that again.

And there's some other times mixing like 3 downers (xanax, norco, alcohol) where i probably got close to not breathing but i'm too lazy to write these all out. The ecstasy cocktail was the worst of them by far.
 
I've nearly ded on alcohol multiple times. Plus I've nearly died on hydrocodone and especially oxycodone, in which I would have to snap myself awake every 2 seconds so I could consciously breathe
 
Wow, this thread is very heavy. I'll share some of my experiences. Maybe they can help others. Before I get to accidental ODs, I will mention that I did attempt suicide twice as a teenager with pills. I was raped when I was twelve years old and then I was sexually assaulted again when I was 14. I never told anyone at the time so I never got any type of of counseling. On top of that I had other things going on in my life and I was really depressed and suicidal. I felt I had no way out.

Anyway, the first time I took a large amount of acetaminophen and I just got really sick for a week. I was 14 years old. The second time I had these pills that my uncle wasn't taking anymore. At the time I thought they were just tranquilizers. They weren't, they were Haldol, an antipsychotic. Well, I took all of them and washed them down with a bunch of vodka. I passed out for over 24 hours. When I woke up I started having a tonic clinic seizure or what they call dystonia. The muscles in my body were bending backwards and I couldn't breathe. My eyes were rolling in my head and I couldn't speak. My father came home from work and found me. He rushed me to the ER and they gave me benadryl and valium to stop it. They said that if I had gotten there a little later I would have died.

For accidental ODs, I was doing cocaine with my friend one time. I could feel that it was time to quit for awhile but she told me that there was enough left for two big lines and we should just go ahead and do it. I was a teenager and I guess I didn't want to look like I couldn't handle my drugs or something because even though I felt like I had already had too much, I did that last big fat line. It was a big mistake! My heart was pounding in my chest and my hands were shaking. I couldn't stop pacing. Luckily I didn't die.

The second time I ever did heroin the friend I was with gave me too much to snort. I didn't know too much about the drug so I was trusting her on the dosage. I ended up vomiting twelve times that night! I threw up when I tried to eat the next day too.

There were times when I did too much OxyContin and got sick and threw up.

The first time I tried meth when I was sixteen I didn't know much about it. The guy gave me way too big of a line and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I ended blacking out. I hate that drug anyway.

That's all I can think of right now. God, that was fucking depressing typing that shit.
 
Well, being a super adrenaline junkie i put myself in life or death situations ALL the time. Climbing no fall zones to drop some insane lines on my snowboard. Constant avalanche danger, sometimes incredibky reckless but always a "calculated" risk as i called it.... a two wave hold down on a huge swell in indo well over 45 seconds getting thrashed around big time under water. One high surf day in kauai lost my board while way outside hanelei bay super far out had to swim against current. Ran out of air nintey feet down on a dive due to a faulty reg. Hit some ice at the top of a frozen slope fell uncntrolled, for a few hundred feet on a slope that i could have fallen several thousand, into cliff bands n rocks. Drugs....eh once took,some expired or bad meds somewhere in SA. That was bad. Rally traumatized from that:-)
 
I think there are a lot of ppl who have bizarre bad experiences w/ anesthesia whether during or after the procedure. The whole "watching from above" thing is commonly reported by ppl who've had a NDE in medical situations. To me, the whole topic of NDE is extremely interesting.

I've gotten out of hand more than a few times on diff substances, puked, pissed myself, crawled or maybe slithered on my belly like a reptile, forced myself to walk and sit in cold showers afraid if i went to sleep, i'd slip into the Big Sleep, but by some amazing incredible stroke of luck, i've not hit too far gone. Yet. And i really do not want to go there. Not now.


Engage said:
So, can the ems, or hospitals, or even just a reg. doctor visit, get the police involved?
If you admit to drug use?
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Some states have "good samaritan" laws as well as restrictions about prosecuting for drug charges. Differs some from state to state and unfortunately there's not that many that are being proactive w/ these "good samaritan" laws, needle exchanges, access to naloxone, etc.

http://lawatlas.org/preview?dataset=laws-regulating-administration-of-naloxone
 
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I've had a few NDE's back in my teenage years, non-drug related.
But I've never came close to dying because of an OD or anything drug related.
I'm super keen when it comes to dosing.
 
When I didn't have any money for Heroin, I went to pharmacies and stole panadiene (15mg codeine & 500mg paracetamol) anyways there was 24 in a box & I got 6 boxes and did a cold water extraction with all of them and then shot it up! I passed out pretty quickly, woke up in ICU & then got transferred to a psych ward which I jumpt the fence 3 times but got arrested and bought back pretty quickly. I then decided to just do my time (in the psych ward) and I knew they would have to let me out sooner or later!! So I just waited for 2 weeks?!!! Anyways that's just my story...
 
Yes.

And what they say about "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is literally true. Less scared of death anyway.
 
Alcohol out of all the drugs I've done is the only one that's made me surest I was gonna die. Back when it happened I usually had 2-10 drinks a week. I got dragged along to this awful party full of drug moronic douchebags that were mostly younger than me, so I decided to just chug 20 or so drinks in an hour. I had awful spins during the parts I remember and my higher thought just shut off. I got kicked out for getting in a fight within that hour, someone called my friend to give me a ride for me, where I had a depressive outburst. Some how I made it home and immediately fell into my bed. Woke up next morning drunk next to a pile of vomit, I didn't remember making it, and proceeded to go to my job where I had the worst hangover of my life. Making a conscious effort to stand up and not puke. All my organs were throbbing. I don't drink anymore, alcohol's a god awful drug.
 
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