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Have You Ever Overdosed? [and all overdose discussion/stories]

I've overdosed on crystal meth multiple times, every time that happens I end up in the mental hospital for trying to commit suicide, or I'd get violent and basically act like I had full blown schizophrenia, hearing voices in my head of my family members while thinking they were really communicating with me when they weren't even there, I was tortured in the hospital with needles cause I said I was scared of needles, the doctors didn't really care they just threw me into a mental hospital every time that happened

When I was in the mental hospital it was like I didn't feel alive anymore basically, and my room that had the bed was basically the size of a biggish closet, at that mental hospital Ross and Neil they were taking people that didn't have families and getting them a bus ticket to california to be homeless, which I believe is one of the main factors of that ol' homeless people problem in california
 
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For me it's a choice. Like running (inner dialogue, chosen) instead of walking (the normal way). It's mostly when I try to process or solve issues that involve others. But I couldn't solve a math problem for example using inner dialogue. I guess that's why it was so hard for me to learn stuff by just reading books.
 
I'd just lost my job as a counselor, I was spiraling and felt like I had nothing left to live for. I had three grams of coke, and two grams of heroin (fentanyl) on me. I was trying to IV coke, but wasn't hitting, so I decided to do some of the heroin/fentanyl. I remember thinking to myself "Wow, that was a big shot" and then everything went black. Then I woke up on the ground with a cop standing over me and two EMS workers. I'd been Narcan'd twice. Nothing hurt at the moment, I just was apologetic. The cop was grilling me and kept asking where I got the drugs from. Luckily I knew my rights and asked if I was being arrested or detained and he said no. So, I said that if I wasn't I'd like to go to the hospital and be checked out. I suffered from Post Acute Withdrawal Syndrome and was released the same night. I went and copped some coke, (No MORE Fentanyl for me EVER AGAIN), and decided that I was going to drown my sorrows in that. I was in a horrible, horrible head space, not the right fucking thing to do, obviously. But I wasn't okay. I almost wish I hadn't been Narcan'd. Then I wouldn't be suffering the way I am now.

Then there was the intentional overdose, but that was when I was a teen. I was suicidal and took 13,000 mg worth of various medications, between opioids, sleeping pills, SSRIs, muscle relaxants, and other medications, and somehow I didn't fucking die. I just was high for three goddamn days straight. So, for whatever reason, I just can't die.
 
Back in July 2010, I snorted several Opana ER (oxymorphone) tablets with a relatively low tolerance at the time.

I passed out cold and woke up mid-seizure. I went to the hospital and they said that I was in liver & kidney failure. It took a few days, but luckily I eventually made a full recovery.

I'd like to say that it scared me straight, but unfortunately I became a raging junkie for another 7 years.
 
Railed some fent,passed out ,ended up wide awake in a dog bed,apparently I slid off my pc chair into it,another time I passed out,spouse screamIng at me,my lips and nail bed blue,thank god she was there,guess she heard my snoring( death rattle sitting up) from my office,she never checked on me and her TV always loud,so divine intervention, haven't touched that shit in years,its so very true about those hot spots.
 
I don't think I've ever properly ODd. I've made myself sick from too much alcohol or caffeine which I guess would be classed as a non-life threatening overdose? Oh and I've greened out from too much cannabis a handful of times, mostly in my teenage years.

There was one occasion when I took far too much 2cb (upwards of 500mg within an hour can't remember exactly how much) and the euphoria flipped right over into dysphoria and I felt very wrong and couldn't really move for about an hour, but then it started wearing off and by the time I went to bed a few hours later I was feeling completely normal.
 
Bumblebear said:
First time i was in hospital for 3 days it was on Qutiapine and I had active problem with cocaine and alcohol and clonzapam, felt like I was hit by a bus

Second time was all my psych meds and what ever I could get my hands on
Lamotrigine Qutiapine t3s clonzapam cocaine they said there was LSD in my system too I was drinking, was in one hospital for days then put in a psychward they didn't ask this time if it was intentional
I lied to them and said it was an accident the first time cause they noticed my scars, felt like I was hit by a bus and apparently my pee looked like coffee

Third time was mostly apriprozole and I had a active methamphetamine addiction, the pills started dissolving and stuff in my throat and I couldn't swallow anymore and kept puking them up I felt fine other than loopy but they said it was a significant overdose but I don't recall it being as taxing on my body and I only went to the hospital cause someone sent the paramedics to my house and my dad asked me to go with them so I did eventually worse experience ever at the beginning of covid

Overdosed on Fetanyl was the last one and I was narcaned 3 times I woke up and again couldn't move felt like I was hit by a bus didn't go to hospital because someone took the vehicle I had and I guess being about hard core opiate abusers brought up lots of childhood trauma but as unpleasant of an ordeal this time was it was pretty beneficial to me and my mental health healing
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The one and old time I ever oded on anything, it was quetiapine and I had the most severe case of acute dystonia that the local hospital had ever seen. I had accidentally overdosed on it in an attempt to force myself to sleep off being dope sick until my friend actually came thru. I felt my brain begin to shut down for sleep and in the next I stand, every single muscle in my body started going wild. I wasn't like seizing, but I was contorting and kicking and running around and I kept getting in the shower with all my clothes on... Anything to just keep moving because when I held any part of me still the muscle in question would instantly start like zapping and burning. Had to call an ambulance, I was flopping and flailing and screaming/crying "I'm sorry, please help me, I'm sorry, please help me" and the hospital staff thought I was just being combative until the teeny tiny Guatemalan orderly got involved lol.

Her (to the charge nurse): I think the devil is in her
Charge nurse: unfortunately we don't treat that here, so we're gonna have to try and find a differential diagnosis
Her: no no, the devil is IN HER, this not HER her

And then suddenly it clicked in his head that she was just trying to explain that I was not in control of my own actions, and then all seven of the other nurses trying to hold me down well enough to get an IV in me (who were previously not even acknowledging me) are suddenly being warm and motherly and responding to my crying with "we're trying hunny, we're gonna get the anesthesiologist down here to help" and shit
 
Homeless for about 4 months at the time. I had managed to get a qtr of some really good OR really fenty tar to try and flip. Underneath this massive and considerably concealed over pass (10-25 tents under here. So I went to the far side and sat in a roller chair. Last thing I remember was asking this guy for some Mefh which he had to melt out of a broken spiral pipe bowl into my cooker.
I knew the tar was extra tough and at the time I was probably slamming .25-.4/.5 depending on quality obtained.
I remember fixing it up, probably .18 I’d guess, but not hitting.. I woke up to one dude yelling at me with 30-40 people fanned around me and him. He was yelling something like “who told you you could shoot up under MY bridge. And then they were gone and next thing I know I’m on a bus back to my local camp. Turns out two acquaintances/camp buds came back for me and woke me up by force blowing mefh smoke into my lungs then proceeded to Cary me to the bus. I slept or survived for the next evening and a half.
One of the dudes that came back for me showed me a video of a green and purple yet nearly grey self. I couldn’t help but break down watching myself robotically take an extremely short wheeze about 12 seconds; I couldn’t help but sob. I thought of my mom and my young daughter and the guilt of how close to being gone and what it would do to them. The dude convinced me to let him call my mom and ask her to help me get into the umpteenth rehab (far from the last). A week later my mom pulled up in a rental car and marched her little ass into the homeless woods. The balls; this woman. Point being. I think I died. And I think the 30-40 people and the dude yelling at me were probably dead too. Briefly I wonder if I slipped into the spirit realm and interacted with spirits. Bc when they came back for me they said no one was on that side of the bridge with me and camp across the way looked normal. Idk why they came back for me but im so grateful they did. This is one of the first of many experiences that lead me to believe psychosis can sometimes slip you into that realm too. Not just tripping. Anywho. That’s one of mine. I’m. Ow 2.5 years Zero opiates!! I smoke, enjoy and adventure psychedelics and dabble/ battle with some toot every now and again. But starting with percs and opanas at 14y/o nearly 15 years later, at 29 I I’m a retired h addict. That can’t go back. (Off the opiate train at 26)
Thanks for listening.
 
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By overdose you mean take too much causing adverse conditions and psychosis? 3 times-hospitalized
 
M!$TER-ED said:
By overdose you mean take too much causing adverse conditions and psychosis? 3 times-hospitalized
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Well typically that’s what I’d think but I kinda believe my heart completely stopped for a brief moment. And I feel tho I passed over briefly. It truly could have just been psychosis. But I believe there is connection between psychosis and the spirit realm. Not entirely sure.
 
TatersGotALifeToLive said:
Well typically that’s what I’d think but I kinda believe my heart completely stopped for a brief moment. And I feel tho I passed over briefly. It truly could have just been psychosis. But I believe there is connection between psychosis and the spirit realm. Not entirely sure.
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I relate to spirit consciousness, I disrobed and stepped into the front of the bathtub, letting the shower water wash away my former self. Stepped to the rear of the tub and exited out the back of the shower curtain.
Strangely after 30 years of mental illness I suddenly knew how to get my shit together..,so I did.
Started working part time while attending college. Graduated with honors.
Something definitely happened to me that day that changed my life forever.
 
bogey_j said:
if so,

what drug did you OD on?

what does it feel like?

when you come to, do you remember anything?
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TWice.

1st time was on oc40's. Two people I was using wifh left me I woke hp 2 daus later.

2ns was phenobarabifal. Em's were called ended up in the ICI.

Lucky to ne hers.
 
So many times on heroin. Always because I used too much without a tolerance or had benzos on board.
I remember once giving my friend some money to get me a 0.1g of h and him coming back with it already mixed up.
I had it in the back of the car and immediately said "That was fucking shit!!!!" Angrily before falling out until we got back home and I came to luckily.
I've never been aware of overdosing. I never start to get super high then go out. It's always just, shot, nothing then I'm out and wake up either in hospital or on the floor with someone freaking out over me and occasionally by myself.

Twice on GHB. Once because I was measuring doses by eye. I was using a bottle cap and found out later I was having possibly and 8ml dose twice, caught a bus after blowing out the first time and dosing again and collapsed in the middle of the road. And once because I took some valium at the tail end while I was also coming down off a lot of meth and became unconscious on a train. This was only this week. I got arrested with about 20 10mg valiums and am not looking forward to the consequences.

I've overdosed in terms of becoming psychotic or coming close to a stroke or heart attack from meth many times and cocaine once. It's incredibly scary but it hasn't stopped me shooting meth, I don't IV coke anymore. Also benzos help tremendously so I just don't use meth without them.

So yeah, I've OD'd on the main drugs you'd expect anyone to overdose from. I'm not sure how heroin didn't kill me. I've also changed the way I use meth now. I eat, drink water, sleep if necessary. I don't use stupid doses, I limit my caffeine and nicotine intake whilst high and know when to stop. I don't smoke or use it any other way except occasionally rectally if my partner can't get a vein.
 
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On opiates soooooo many times. On GBL twice.
One thing I pray to God I never fuck up with is IV Cocaine/crack. Or IV meth for that matter. I'm very careful and no longer IV Coke out of fear but that sounds absolutely horrific!

Another one would be psychedelics that have the ability to cause an overdose. Like DOC or 25i nBOME or something. That would be absolutely far beyond traumatic. I have tried DOC but never 25i and have little to no interest.
 
This was my first ever overdose 16 years ago.
There's a bit of a lucky story to it.

My mum was a nurse and did night duty so she was asleep during the day and NEVER came downstairs as she had no reason to. There was a bathroom upstairs and she just never came down during the day.

Anyway I'd overdosed quite seriously and was unconscious and not breathing and for some reason which I can only explain as either a miracle(God intervening..... it was not my time) or a mother's instinct that her child was in trouble. But for whatever reason on this one day my mum came downstairs to find me quite seriously overdosed. Proceeded to give me CPR(she's a nurse afterall) and just before the paramedics got there I woke up and immediately starting absolutely crying my eyes out apologising and feeling like the worst person in the world for doing that to her. It came as a total shock to me that I'd OD'd and I vowed never to do it again. I was 19 then.

Now at 35 I've overdosed on heroin 10 to 15 times requiring narcan and hospitalisation.
I've overdosed on GHB twice involving hospital. One of those times I had 2 accidental 8ml doses fairly close together, I'd also had a shot of heroin beforehand.
I managed to get the bus home after G'ing out the first time then dosing again. Was walking home and collapsed in the middle of the road. I was very lucky I didn't make it home coz I'd be dead.

The second time was a few months ago. My partner and I had been using meth and a 20ml bottle of G all weekend. After the final dose of meth and the last 2.5ml of G 3 hours previously, my partner and I got into a huge fight where I thought it would be smart to swallow 5 10mg valiums. We got on the train and around an hour later I woke up on the floor of the train in between the seats saying "What the fuck!" Over and over with paramedics and people standing around me and also my partner crying. The train was stopped and I could see police standing outside. I whispered to my partner "Did you hide the valium?" Which he said yes to. Well they searched us, found the bottle of counterfeit valium IN THE POCKET OF HIS FUCKING BAG! Then started the questions, "Who's are these?" Of course I owned up to them as my partner didn't take pills. Luckily I only got a $500 fine but I was sure I was going to jail as I'd been in quite a bit of unrelated legal trouble.

I overdosed on DXM once, that was horrible.
I'm sure I've had Meth OD's that I wasn't hospitalised for.

I bet there's way more I can't remember.
 
Yes. One time I overdosed on heroin and Xanax. I had an out of body experience. My soul or whatever was looking down on me from the ceiling and I could see my ex holding me in he arms and crying and then everything vibrated and I woke up in her arms and looked up at her and I was so sad because I put her through that
 
not sure it's OD but twice ended up on the floor in the middle of nightclubs going in and out of conciseness from too much GHB
 
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