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2 times. Both times it was Fentanyl. The first time I just went to sleep on my bed. Woke up 8 days later gagging on a tube with family from all over the country there by my bed. The docs wanted to pull the plug. Full renal failure for a month. Then ironically I started peeing again.

Second time...2 months ago...Fentanyl...I cheeked 150 mics of Fent gel all in one evening. Overdid it for sure. Woke up in my bed with paramedics all around me and the worst pain in my side from the Narcan they put in my veins.


Lesson of story is....I need to just wear the damned things. Or get off them altogether.
 
mines not quite an OD, but had i died they wouldve said it was. I had been out partying, and had taken probably 100mgs of OC and been drinking. When i got home i was nodding pretty good, and started feeling queasy so i went to the bathroom cuz i knew i was gonna puke eventually. While i was waiting to throw up i started having an asthma attack, but i was nodding and didnt want to go get my inhaler, plus i was about to puke any minute.

Anyway i started throwing up and it was way more and longer than i expected. after a minute i was starting to worry cuz the asthma was getting way worse than normal so between that and puking i wasnt getting enough air, plus i was still nodding semi uncontrollably. I was worried about passing out from lack of air, or gasping for air cuz of the asthma and inhaling puke, so i ended up just grabbing this tiny trashcan and using that while i hunted for my inhaler. luckily it all worked out.
 
Yes.
Shrooms.
i took 9 of the really potent ones we have here. then I went into French class. Freaked out hella. tried to leave campus but accidentally walked past the principals office. Got brought in. they called an ambulance. I had to get my stomach pumped and charcoalled. when i was conscious i didn't know i was in there more than 5 minutes. i was cussing at my parental figure A LOT. and got put in ICU for I cant remember how long.

Heart rate was nearly high enough for a heart attack, and I was a mere 16 at the time.
 
When I was young and even dumber then now.
I OD'ed with speed.
Thought it was roughly cut shitty amphetamine, 500mg. was strong as half cup of coffee, so did it a try with 750-850 mg. It was OK first our, but then my coordination became worse then of drunken clown on broken unicycle, I've became very paranoid, my speech was gibberish because of my mouth couldn't move as fast as my mind, I've constantly felt very nauseous, like I'm going to puke right now, but then I could not throw up. My face were red, I grind my teeth vicious, even broke one, and I sweat like last nazi soldier in burning Reichstag. There was no fear, I was too fucked up to fear. It lasted appx. 5-6 hours, then I felt a little bit better. Depression lasted for a week after.
 
I overdosed on dxm
I'm hypersensitive to it
I can feel 50mg
150mg gets me pretty high
300mg gets me just FUCKED
I took 600mg once ( I was 14, cant recal why I decided to do twice what usually had me dysfunctional) and like a couple crumbs of oxy, don't even know if it was 5mg ( which the doctor said actually was probably a large cause of what happened)

I remember feeling the normal high coming on and then I started too feel a little nauseous so I laid down. I felt like I was spinning and not even in connection with this world. I realized I took too much and decided to wait it out. I laid on my bed for what seemed like 5-6 hours, I went through hell and back in this period of time. I got up expecting the high to be over soon and it only had been... ONE MINUTE. Then I started panicking, my skin was getting very rashy and it became hard to breath. Complete ego loss, everything I saw I felt like I had never seen before or ever related to. I felt like everything was so far away it made me feel so sick it was the most disgusting feeling ever, very hard to describe. I remember somehow managing to make my way outside and I saw my dad. It was like I had never met him before. I even had to ask him to make sure thats who he was. It felt like months had passed since the beginning of the trip. Every second was dominated by so many thoughts that it was like an eternity. I told him something was horribly wrong and then -BLANK- . Next thing I remember was being in the hospital. Apparently I could very likely of died from respiratory depression from the mix of oxy and dxm if they had not have come. I was barely breathing when they got here they said. I never thought 5mg of oxy would effect anything.

According to my dad he walked me around the block and I just kept getting more and more out of it. Then I guess I fell on the couch and stopped moving.

There actually have been, sadly enough, numerous other cases that would probably be considered overdose. But this was the first.
 
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OD runners

A hard topic.

OK, I've been around about 5 people that have gone out. They're still alive but completely nodded out and in a possibly dangerous situation.

There's two kinds of people in this world -
One's that have no sack and straight bone out on the poor person, leaving them to possibly OD.
And one's that man up and take control of the situation. Which can be all kinds of a pain in the @ss, but I just can't leave someone to die.

Anyway, thoughts on this topic? Experiences? I'd love to hear em'! Thanks yall
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oxymorphone - worst 24 hours of my life

snorted 15 mg's (no tolerance), first and last time i ever did it.


within 20 mins i was already feeling numbed out and pretty loopy

an hour later i was around the toilet bowl for 8 hours, blacked out 4 times, crushed 3 ribs, cut my chest open (gripping toilet bowl and my chain rubbed against my chest), and sprained both ankles, and had a silver glaze over my eyes giving it a mirrored effect.

i was as dehydrated as you could possibly be without dying since i puked up all of my stomach acid as well as bile. eventually, i began puking up some green mucous like liquid every time i took a sip of water or ate anything. (feel free to inform me what it was)


Definitely a bad move on my part, but its a lesson learned
 
a few times....

first time, in my room with my friend who slapped me around and got me to wake up (unfortunately I was still living with mom and she found me too)

second time, same thing, except in a car with 3 friends who also managed to wake me up

third time, alone in the car, shot half of a 100 bag from my dude. shit was better than expected and I just remember waking up about an hour later.... luckily I woke up on my own that time

fourth time, a different friend, he couldn't wake me up and called 911. luckily they didn't arrest us, just took the rest of our shit and shot me full of narcan.

I think there was another time but I can't remember.



don't shoot dope kids :\
 
Twice. First time was 20-30mg Xanax, 1-200mg Zolpidem, 120mg oxy, an unknown amount of trazadone, washed down with about 6 shots of alcohol. I woke up in the hospital the next day with tubes running in an out of me with a nurse forcing me to drink charcoal. I remember very little besides my low blood pressure (60/30~ which was still dropping when I blacked out again) and later me cursing a storm about getting a catheter put in me, and I actually forced myself to stand and piss to avoid it.) I woke up late that night, realizing now that my suicide was now an attempt, and spent the next week in the Psych ward. I was extremely "lucky" to have no organ damage and "lucky" to survive. :|

Second was only about 2 months after that when I used about 1 1/2 g coke and about 200mg speed on top of however many vodka/red bulls I drank (probably not that much since I'm kind of a lw with alcohol), I started to get pains in my chest, and my heart was beating like a jackhammer. I didnt want to freak anyone else out and have to go to the hospital, so I went and sat down by myself my room. My body felt like it was locked in place, and it took me forever to go through the process of taking out a cig and lighting it. I was pretty scared at this point and still didnt want to go to the hospital. After about 4 hours of lying in this rigid state I started to slightly come down, but it was at least another 24 hours before I fell asleep.
 
I have ODed / Blacked out quite a few times on Heroin & Xanax. I didn't remember a thing when I came to or remember blacking out. Thank GOD I did come to !!!

qweasd... How old were you when you got slammed with the 1 1/2 grams of coke and speed?
 
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DoseYouAll said:
Sometimes I wonder if the times I OD'd did I in fact die? Is this just a new timeline? How would someone know even, maybe dying is so traumatic to the consciousness/soul that you don't learn of the fact until later on?

I don't 100% subscribe to this theory it's more of a philosophical brain exercise. How do any of us know that the close call we had, the brush with death,was in fact survived?
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I sometimes wonder the same thing but when I feel loved by someone close & I return the love, I feel alive & know this is living. Whether its in another plateau of reality, only we can presume to understand.

I believe when we die, our conscience awakens to levels never experienced when we were living.
 
my friend said i stopped breathing while i was unconscious on phenazepam, clonazepam and lorazepam. he grabbed my arm and i guess i woke up. i don't remember those 2 weeks tho

i've probaly ODed the most on benzos + alcohol combo.. can remember many nights stumbling, trying to walk or just sitting on the toilet for hours dizzy as fuck
 
serotonin syndrome? yikes :\

that hypertensive crisis i had on tramadol+zolpidem+d-amphetamine makes me sick just thinking about. i think i sustained some internal damage from that one
 
Ya my dumbass wasn't impressed with 300mgs so I upped it to 600 the next time. My head felt like it was going to fall off. I'm fortunate in the fact that I haven't had any permanent brain damage.

Keep in mind I had no idea there was such a risk
 
On January 13 this year I did something incredibly stupid. I shot some heroin without testing the potency of what I was shooting. It was unusually strong shit. The last thing I remember before going unconscious is pulling the needle out of my arm.

The next thing I remember is waking up in the ambulance. They had given me a shot of Narcan. The paramedic said "we nearly lost you." The person I was shooting up with had called 911 and the ambulance and cops showed up apparently.

I was arrested at the hospital because I had other drugs in my coat which I was sitting on when I OD'd. I was charged with 3 felonies and a misdemeanor. I spent the next 26 days in jail because no one could pay my bond (it was $9000). At my hearing on 2/9 my lawyer got me out on supervised pre-trial release.

I have now been clean for about 70 days and I'm doing everything in my power not to go back to jail. Jail is fucking horrible.
 
Tina Dopemau5 said:
On January 13 this year I did something incredibly stupid. I shot some heroin without testing the potency of what I was shooting. It was unusually strong shit. The last thing I remember before going unconscious is pulling the needle out of my arm.

The next thing I remember is waking up in the ambulance. They had given me a shot of Narcan. The paramedic said "we nearly lost you." The person I was shooting up with had called 911 and the ambulance and cops showed up apparently.

I was arrested at the hospital because I had other drugs in my coat which I was sitting on when I OD'd. I was charged with 3 felonies and a misdemeanor. I spent the next 26 days in jail because no one could pay my bond (it was $9000). At my hearing on 2/9 my lawyer got me out on supervised pre-trial release.

I have now been clean for about 70 days and I'm doing everything in my power not to go back to jail. Jail is fucking horrible.
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Wow that sucks I am so sorry!
 
i have overdosed. more than once, but the most recent one: my mom found me at 3am, in my room, slumped over my laptop.

i had taken suboxone, morphine, xanax, seroquel, and had a fentanyl patch on.

dont remember anything. woke up in the hospital. saw my mom sitting next to my bed. she told me what happened. i still have the cut-up shirt and shorts i was wearing when the ambulance came to my house...just to remind me of that day and how i almost died [yet again].

ive had too many chances. ive relapsed too many times to count. i have been clean for exactly 3 weeks now.

ohh and Tina: jail does suck. another reason why i knew i needed to stop. i NEVER want to go back to that place ever again. jail is hell on earth.
 
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