Dear everyone.
Let me share my recent near death experience on methadone and have your inputs on the situation and how to move forward.
For a while I have been playing around with oxys and a week ago two friends and I were plugging methadone.
I end up plugging approx 200 mg methadone. Dont ask me how, this was the major mistake.
About an hour later I am flushing out any remains in my butt and trying to vomit, realising things are rapidly moving out of control.
The next thing I sense is the ambulance crew asking me questions, and telling me my body temperature was 34 degrees celcius when they got to me and I was 5 minutes next to dying. Luckily my two friends had called emergency doctors in the nick of time.
All night in hospital I am vomiting and dozing on ad off, being administered naloxone. My breathing is impaired and stops every ten minutes until the alarm goes off and I realize it is time to breathe.
Anyways, I survived and now Im left with an uncertain feeling in my body and brain. Still high on methadone, it seems I am still shaky with the nods, although decreasing now.
Mentally I am in shambles, realizing I nearly threw away my life for a bit of chemical fun and lust for drugs. I have two sons, a great job and have just gone through a relatively happy divorce with my kids mother. I have great friends, but no one I can tell this to, because methadone use is a huge taboo and I feel ashamed as it is. Its just really hard every time I think of nearly having robbed my great sons of their father. Of being so stupid. Of not knowing how to deal with oxys and drugs from here on.
I hope this all makes sense in the midst of all the non - sense! Thanks everyone!
Let me share my recent near death experience on methadone and have your inputs on the situation and how to move forward.
For a while I have been playing around with oxys and a week ago two friends and I were plugging methadone.
I end up plugging approx 200 mg methadone. Dont ask me how, this was the major mistake.
About an hour later I am flushing out any remains in my butt and trying to vomit, realising things are rapidly moving out of control.
The next thing I sense is the ambulance crew asking me questions, and telling me my body temperature was 34 degrees celcius when they got to me and I was 5 minutes next to dying. Luckily my two friends had called emergency doctors in the nick of time.
All night in hospital I am vomiting and dozing on ad off, being administered naloxone. My breathing is impaired and stops every ten minutes until the alarm goes off and I realize it is time to breathe.
Anyways, I survived and now Im left with an uncertain feeling in my body and brain. Still high on methadone, it seems I am still shaky with the nods, although decreasing now.
Mentally I am in shambles, realizing I nearly threw away my life for a bit of chemical fun and lust for drugs. I have two sons, a great job and have just gone through a relatively happy divorce with my kids mother. I have great friends, but no one I can tell this to, because methadone use is a huge taboo and I feel ashamed as it is. Its just really hard every time I think of nearly having robbed my great sons of their father. Of being so stupid. Of not knowing how to deal with oxys and drugs from here on.
I hope this all makes sense in the midst of all the non - sense! Thanks everyone!
