Yeah man. Talk about lucky. I OD’d off my first small fentanyl binge since i quit like after my 6 time using it because the high sucked and I kept ODing. Well I got a little depressed earlier this year and was flirting with suicide and thought I’d buy 1 gram of fent just in case I wanted to go thru with it.
Well, I was addicted to heavy stims at the time and wanted to come down easier so decided to use the fent but I wasn’t trying to kill myself. I mean I was trim g to be as safe as possible by just taking tiny bumps and waiting before doing more until I got where I wanted cuz you just really don’t know the purity. Well this was fire. They even gave me 3 narcan with it and told me don’t do it by myself it’s fire.
Well should have listened but I don’t know anyone that I trust in that situation that I would want getting higb with. My wife would have killed me if I asked her to watch me while I did some fentanyl and call the squad on me to try to force me into treatment. I get it shit is scary stuff.
Well, u was always up all night on stims and would wait until my wife went to work in the morning to do the fent so she wouldn’t catch me. Well, this particular day I got impatient and went ahead and did a bump. If I would have waited 2 more minutes she would have been gone and I would have been dead. Thankfully she hadn’t left yet. She said she heard my body hit the ground from downstairs and found me turning blue, did CPR because she was in shock and didn’t think about the narcan sitting right above my head on the nightstand.
I came to at OSU Hospital East and they said OD’d and I went strait to the bathroom and pulled out my gram and…BOOM next thing I know im waking up in a different room than my patient room. Like 8-10 people I scrubs around me and honestly looked like a damn operating room.
Im guessing it’s a room they take people to intubate? I don’t tucking know.
Well one doctor was seemed pissed and she was hit too and was like “ Yo, how come you walked in the bathroom fine and were all blue when you came out”
I said idk…and while struggling to come up with an answer super doc saves the day. Another doctor speaks up and says that the narcan probably wore off before the fentanyl did that he took earlier…it happens…
And do you not know that I as discharged that night and went home with my nearly full baggie of fentanyl.
Wild. Surprised the cops didn’t find it. I mean it was in my damn wallet FFS. Sure did take my phone tho. Hate that annoying ass shit. Try to get me to be forced to come talk to you in order to get my phone back fuckinv asses. Trying to get me to snitch and shit…fucking not happening. Trick no good.
Anyhow,…that’s my story and my sticking to it. True story
Edit: Oh and they did take my clothes after the bathroom overdose in the hospital but lo and behold no one searched my wallet yet again. Like WTF you all ain’t even trying?