I don't really care much about my health anymore and I've done some pretty crazy shit combos in the past few months. Stupid indeed, but drugs are basically the only reason I still live my life.
Sure Botanical Baron

It was about 1pm when I took a 6apb pellet. Usually I start to feel the first effects after 45min or so, but this time two hours went by and nothing was happening. When I realized it's probably because I was recently put on SSRIs I simply didn't want to accept the fact that nothing would happen, so I went and did a pretty decent size line of MXE (don't have a scale so no idea how much I took). The next two or three hours I was pretty high but not completely off, it felt more like a dream than reality, but I could still control my actions, so I mostly lay in bed listnening to my ipod and messaging with friends on FB, I even posted on BL and talked to my mom when she came to my room. Then I did another, a bit smaller line and after that a bomb of 4fa. I don't remember much after that, except a glimpse of my mom's and stepdad's face and laying somewhere, but I think I redosed MEX 1-2 more times. My mom later told me she came to my room at about 8pm and I just stared at her wild crazy eyes and huge pupils, unable to say anything or walk and acting like I've lost it. I think I started to somewhat regain conciousness when they brought me to the hospital, I remember seeing nurse's faces around me. The reality at first still felt too far away to be mine, over some time I started to believe that I was tripping hard and what was happening wasn't real. It was about 10pm when it hit me that this might be the reality, my vision and hearing were still impaired but I looked around the room, saw
A nurse came and asked me how I was, I told her I feel fine but don't know where I am. She told me that I was at a hospital where my parents brought me because I took too many of my Zoloft pills and that I had dangerous arythmia (sp?), high blood pressure, high heart rate and a bunch of other things, so they took me in, gave me laxatives and I was now hooked to some machinery until my body would stabilize. Soon my mum came in and I started to cry uncontrollably. I asked her how they knew what happened to me, she told me the nurse asked me if I took too much of my meds, I nodded, she asked how many, held out fingers and I nodded at 5. I was very aware that this wasn't true but decided to rather keep quiet as it would be better if my parents don't find out about the drugs.
I stayed there and the next morning told a psychiatrist that I don't remember absolutely nothing about last night, convinced her to let me home, promised I wouldn't "attempt suicide" again. Another doctor came in then and told my mum they found amphetamines in my urine. Finally I was let home somewhere in the afternoon, still feeling quite off.