Well here we go. I figured I would join these forums after doing a lot of research a year ago while in the USA. Because of this forum I was able to safely medicate myself and stop without too much discomfort when the time came. Now I'm back in England and decided to join and say hi. I wouldn't say my story is boring, but it is a little long. Here we go.
i moved from England to the USA to pursue my hobby. I was a newly licensed skydiver and I wanted to explore the USA where I heard skydiving was still a brotherhood and not a business like in England. I wasn't disappointed and found myself mostly in Georgia. I wasn't good enough to fly, so I packed people's parachutes, thousands of them and lived in tents or bunk houses, cars and vans for years.
I got to the point where I had enough jumps and enough skill to start filming people (actually the hardest damn job in skydiving I found. Anyone can take a tandem and haul the meat. The real skill was flying like a ninja to get amazing video) and that is when it all went wrong.
My parachute collapsed at low altitude and I couldn't do a thing but wait to die and I knew it was gonna happen. Somehow I survived but I was broken. I fractured my L4, my right femur, my right ankle and my left tib/fib compounded which smashed my left ankle and severed an artery in my leg. I lay there for about 45 minutes before they flew me out.
I wasn't insured. I was too busy drinking and snorting a couple of grams of blow every weekend, fucking random tandem chicks and living the dream. I was never short of cash, blow or a different chick. I wish I had been insured and a little more responsible.
when I left hospital they gave me a fuck load of pills which were 30mg oxycodone every 4 hours and I stuck to that religiously, sometimes more. I had snorted a line of H before but never done opiates recreationally so wasn't aware of how things work. When my 30s ran out I found myself really uncomfortable, sweating and generally panicking and didn't have a clue why. A friend knew and he hooked me up he I'll never forget chewing that pill up and the instant relief I felt.
I was suffering and needed out of the USA for specialist care, my legs were mangled and my back was in agony. I had no way of getting the drugs I needed though (including lyrica for nerve pains racing down my left side) as I gave a false name to avoid some immigration questions. I didn't have a reliable supply of pain meds so I kicked them and this meant I just couldn't walk or get out of bed. I was in the wheel chair for 6 months because of my legs anyway.
I got back to England and thankfully I'm learning to walk again after 15 months of hell. 12 surgeries and a total of 9 months not able to walk is no joke. Also I'm getting the drugs I need which is scary as I know what they do.
Start my day with a 30mg time release and 5mg oral oxy liquid which is instant. Then try to not touch anymore until bed time when I take a 10mg time release. Sometimes I suck down 30 more mg's of liquid instant just for the hell of it during the day but I'm trying to be good.
And that ladies and gents in the short version. Sorry for wasting your time
i moved from England to the USA to pursue my hobby. I was a newly licensed skydiver and I wanted to explore the USA where I heard skydiving was still a brotherhood and not a business like in England. I wasn't disappointed and found myself mostly in Georgia. I wasn't good enough to fly, so I packed people's parachutes, thousands of them and lived in tents or bunk houses, cars and vans for years.
I got to the point where I had enough jumps and enough skill to start filming people (actually the hardest damn job in skydiving I found. Anyone can take a tandem and haul the meat. The real skill was flying like a ninja to get amazing video) and that is when it all went wrong.
My parachute collapsed at low altitude and I couldn't do a thing but wait to die and I knew it was gonna happen. Somehow I survived but I was broken. I fractured my L4, my right femur, my right ankle and my left tib/fib compounded which smashed my left ankle and severed an artery in my leg. I lay there for about 45 minutes before they flew me out.
I wasn't insured. I was too busy drinking and snorting a couple of grams of blow every weekend, fucking random tandem chicks and living the dream. I was never short of cash, blow or a different chick. I wish I had been insured and a little more responsible.
when I left hospital they gave me a fuck load of pills which were 30mg oxycodone every 4 hours and I stuck to that religiously, sometimes more. I had snorted a line of H before but never done opiates recreationally so wasn't aware of how things work. When my 30s ran out I found myself really uncomfortable, sweating and generally panicking and didn't have a clue why. A friend knew and he hooked me up he I'll never forget chewing that pill up and the instant relief I felt.
I was suffering and needed out of the USA for specialist care, my legs were mangled and my back was in agony. I had no way of getting the drugs I needed though (including lyrica for nerve pains racing down my left side) as I gave a false name to avoid some immigration questions. I didn't have a reliable supply of pain meds so I kicked them and this meant I just couldn't walk or get out of bed. I was in the wheel chair for 6 months because of my legs anyway.
I got back to England and thankfully I'm learning to walk again after 15 months of hell. 12 surgeries and a total of 9 months not able to walk is no joke. Also I'm getting the drugs I need which is scary as I know what they do.
Start my day with a 30mg time release and 5mg oral oxy liquid which is instant. Then try to not touch anymore until bed time when I take a 10mg time release. Sometimes I suck down 30 more mg's of liquid instant just for the hell of it during the day but I'm trying to be good.
And that ladies and gents in the short version. Sorry for wasting your time
