djwhirlpool
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 22, 2001
- Messages
- 12,857
Last night, Andy and I went to an outdoor party up in the mountains and I came across and unfortunate situation. This is what happened.
The only bad part of the night was not long before we left I came upon a guy that was laying in a chair all covered up in blankets, shaking. I asked what was wrong with him and no one knew. No one knew what he had taken, what his name was or who he came with. I looked at him and he was covering his face with his hands and he was shaking. I tried to talk to him and tell him that this was serious and if he didn't respond to me in some way that I was going to take him to the hospital. There were people sitting around him and watching over him and occationally someone would walk up and show interest in his condition. Some people seemed not to care at all and the ones who did, weren't doing anything. I was afraid they were just going to leave him there. I knew he wasn't having a siezure. I checked his puples and they were dialated. His palse was weak and he had a feaver. He had thrown up and it smelled like alcohol. I was afraid he had alcohol poisening. I'd never seen anyone act that way on E before, so I figured he was tripping, but I didn't know on what. Acid can last for a really long time, so I was afraid that he was on that. I'd never really seen anyone freak out too bad on mushrooms, but with all the new chemicals that you can trip off of, who knew what he was on.
We talked to the people that were throwing the party and they didn't seem to know what to do. I asked around if anyone was missing a friend and if they knew this guys. No one knew him and I was afraid that his friends had left him. I went back over to where Andy was and we talked about it some and tried to figure out what to do. I told Andy that I wasn't leaving until we found someone that knew him or he was better.
We checked on him one last time before we left and he was still the same. I tried to talk to him some more and he still did not respond to me. Someone had taken out his wallet and laid his drivers liscence on top of him. I said his name to him and slapped him. He said, "what?" This was the first time anyone had gotten him to talk in a long time. I don't know how long he was there before I found him. He wouldn't talk anymore, so I slapped him again and he said, "stop slapping me." haha I continued to ask him questions and if he didn't respond, I would tell him that if he didn't keep talking to me, I was going to slap him again. Finally he was totally alert and I felt we could leave him. He told me he had taken mushrooms and that he remembered dancing and then nothing else. I'm glad he doesn't remember b/c I know he was in a very scary place by the way he looked.
I feel that I did the best I could and made the appropriate choices on dealing with him. I just worry that if I wasn't there, would anyone else have cared as much as me? I'm glad he turned out to be okay. I just pray that I never do that to myself, but besides Andy, I don't know if anyone would have the sense or care to be there for me.
Thoughts? Comments?
The only bad part of the night was not long before we left I came upon a guy that was laying in a chair all covered up in blankets, shaking. I asked what was wrong with him and no one knew. No one knew what he had taken, what his name was or who he came with. I looked at him and he was covering his face with his hands and he was shaking. I tried to talk to him and tell him that this was serious and if he didn't respond to me in some way that I was going to take him to the hospital. There were people sitting around him and watching over him and occationally someone would walk up and show interest in his condition. Some people seemed not to care at all and the ones who did, weren't doing anything. I was afraid they were just going to leave him there. I knew he wasn't having a siezure. I checked his puples and they were dialated. His palse was weak and he had a feaver. He had thrown up and it smelled like alcohol. I was afraid he had alcohol poisening. I'd never seen anyone act that way on E before, so I figured he was tripping, but I didn't know on what. Acid can last for a really long time, so I was afraid that he was on that. I'd never really seen anyone freak out too bad on mushrooms, but with all the new chemicals that you can trip off of, who knew what he was on.
We talked to the people that were throwing the party and they didn't seem to know what to do. I asked around if anyone was missing a friend and if they knew this guys. No one knew him and I was afraid that his friends had left him. I went back over to where Andy was and we talked about it some and tried to figure out what to do. I told Andy that I wasn't leaving until we found someone that knew him or he was better.
We checked on him one last time before we left and he was still the same. I tried to talk to him some more and he still did not respond to me. Someone had taken out his wallet and laid his drivers liscence on top of him. I said his name to him and slapped him. He said, "what?" This was the first time anyone had gotten him to talk in a long time. I don't know how long he was there before I found him. He wouldn't talk anymore, so I slapped him again and he said, "stop slapping me." haha I continued to ask him questions and if he didn't respond, I would tell him that if he didn't keep talking to me, I was going to slap him again. Finally he was totally alert and I felt we could leave him. He told me he had taken mushrooms and that he remembered dancing and then nothing else. I'm glad he doesn't remember b/c I know he was in a very scary place by the way he looked.
I feel that I did the best I could and made the appropriate choices on dealing with him. I just worry that if I wasn't there, would anyone else have cared as much as me? I'm glad he turned out to be okay. I just pray that I never do that to myself, but besides Andy, I don't know if anyone would have the sense or care to be there for me.
Thoughts? Comments?
