There has been heaps of times I should have gone to hospital but for some reason never ended up going and im lucky to be alive.
The first time was when I was about 14 and i drank a bunch of DXM syrup and just kept having seizures and hallucinating weird shings, I remember being so sore the next day from all the flopping around.
Then one time I shot about 50mg of ritalin and some oxy(cant remember how much) I used to love doing these pseudo-speedballs, anyway I went pale as shit and my heart started skipping beats, this was probably the scariest one.
A few times ive been so fucked on oxy where I couldnt really do anything, I remember one night when I was the only one home I shot 60mg of oxy(the most id ever done at that time) and kept trying to roll cigarettes and I kept waking up to my face flat on the table with tobacco all over my face and papers everywhere, I probably had xanax then too.
Another time I had some oxy and xanax, cant remember how much but I left my house and started walking to my friends house, smoked 1-2 cones(bowls to you yanks) of weed out of his bong and then passing out for a loooong time. This time im sure I should have gone to hospital, im guessing my mates were checking n me but if I had have thrown up in my sleep or something I wouldnt be here today. They would have been able to tattoo something stupid across my forehead and I wouldnt have woken up.
Another time mum found my on the bathroom floor after too much oxy/xanax, I think I fell off the toilet while having a shot, then mum put me in her bed and monitored my breathing until it went back to normal(shes a nurse), I didnt even find out about this until about 3 days after it happened but I wondered why I had all these bruises along one side of my body.
And the last one was just about a week ago, the only time I actually had to go to hospital, I sniffed about 300mg of oxycontin on top of 300mg of seroquel and 6mg of xanax, somehow my mum found me and I must have looked like shit, anway I remember them giving me narcan in the ambulance and them asking me all these questions that I was getting wrong like what day was it, the time, the year all that shit. Then I just remember getting PISSED OFF and screaming obscenities in the emergency ward at the hospital and just going crazy at everyone. After being there for quite a few hours(which felt like half an hour) I walked out. I ended up staying at my dads house that night and I remember trying to get him to giv me either some of his oxy's or some fentanyl, im glad he's not stupid enough to have given me that coz I dont think he knew the whole situation but he refused to give me anything. I took a bunch of seroquel(again) and fell asleep for like 20 hours. That one was the worst.
Id say most of these times I should have gone to hospital but I didnt and im still alive but I think this mostly comes down to the fact that there was usually someone looking after me.
Im glad theres still drugs I can take without worrying about something bad happening, I love my MDMA, Acid, Ketamine, Cocaine and meth and I just hope nothing ever happens to me on any of them. I think if I do ever OD again it will be on either meth, heroin or oxycontin. Hopefully it never happens again though and after this last hospitalization I plan to be much more careful. Ive always wanted to try IV coke but now I might just try crack or base oneday, IV coke sounds way too risky. Also my opiate supplier asked me what he wants me to get him changed to(he doesnt take his meds) and theres a choice between MS-contins or fentanyl patches or something else and im definitely not going to go the fent route, just look in the bluelight shrine and you will see why I dont want to do fentanyl ever again.
Glad to see all of you are still alive with minimal damage done, im just lucky I havent had a stroke or something that could impair me permanently. I thank god for that.
Stay safe people. And until I wrote this just now I didnt realize ho many times ive fucked up. I think its time to settle down now
