....And I don't mean I just went to sleep, but the real deal; stopped breathing; turned purple and blue on several occasions. I vomited on myself and pissed myself. I screamed and moaned in pain as my muscle convulsed and tried to free themselves through my skin. I 'fish tailed' and flopped around as my lungs grasped for air that never made it in.
"Are you alright?" "mmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!" "Do you know where you are?" "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Can you talk?" No. My tongue was too busy retracting into my throat. "You're in the hospital..you'll be alright" Oh. Fuck. How the hell did that happen!?
My last recollection was doing a large line of MDMA and taking *A* cap of G and dancing with my friends. Albeit, I had been drinking all day; I do not think that the drug combination I had made would land me 1. unconscious and 2. in the hospital.
Apparently, there was a bottle of GHB on the dinning table - in liquid form - in a "Smart Water" bottle. There was nothing smart about this water. As it was G in it's purest raw form - and me - being drunk and buzzed thought it was actual water and took a HUGE GULP of it!
Immediately afterward I retired to the couch - passed out - cold. My breathing got so slow to the point of it stopping. I started to turn different colors as my friends would try to 'bring me back to life.' The executive decision to take me to the hospital was made. My muscle were of their own mind. Each would twitch out of accord; muscles you never even knew you had made their daunting presence known.
En route to the hospital I began vomiting and pissed myself. I had control over nothing - not one thing in my body was mine.
I used to think I was invincible; that I could ingest ANY drug combination and be a soldier; a survivor. 20 hits of acid? Bring it! 8 XTC pills? That's kids stuff; I need at least 12 triple stacks to get me started! A ball of coc? Ha. Lets get a ball of meth instead!
But, now, after this incident, I feel like the fragile little 29 year old girl I am. I am totally humbled by this experience and highly suggest that however many drugs you or someone you know takes; you must limit yourself no matter how 'invincible' you may think you are or how high your drug tolerance is.
Over doing it will under do you.
"Are you alright?" "mmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!" "Do you know where you are?" "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Can you talk?" No. My tongue was too busy retracting into my throat. "You're in the hospital..you'll be alright" Oh. Fuck. How the hell did that happen!?
My last recollection was doing a large line of MDMA and taking *A* cap of G and dancing with my friends. Albeit, I had been drinking all day; I do not think that the drug combination I had made would land me 1. unconscious and 2. in the hospital.
Apparently, there was a bottle of GHB on the dinning table - in liquid form - in a "Smart Water" bottle. There was nothing smart about this water. As it was G in it's purest raw form - and me - being drunk and buzzed thought it was actual water and took a HUGE GULP of it!
Immediately afterward I retired to the couch - passed out - cold. My breathing got so slow to the point of it stopping. I started to turn different colors as my friends would try to 'bring me back to life.' The executive decision to take me to the hospital was made. My muscle were of their own mind. Each would twitch out of accord; muscles you never even knew you had made their daunting presence known.
En route to the hospital I began vomiting and pissed myself. I had control over nothing - not one thing in my body was mine.
I used to think I was invincible; that I could ingest ANY drug combination and be a soldier; a survivor. 20 hits of acid? Bring it! 8 XTC pills? That's kids stuff; I need at least 12 triple stacks to get me started! A ball of coc? Ha. Lets get a ball of meth instead!
But, now, after this incident, I feel like the fragile little 29 year old girl I am. I am totally humbled by this experience and highly suggest that however many drugs you or someone you know takes; you must limit yourself no matter how 'invincible' you may think you are or how high your drug tolerance is.
Over doing it will under do you.
