Oxy and Cocaine and Marijuana OVERDOSE or PANIC ATTACK: the last time I enjoyed drugs
It's Friday night... my son is fed, quietly playing Minecraft. My wife is at work for the night and daddy quietly heads to the bathroom for some cocaine and oxy apos.
I smoked marijuana on and off since I was 13 more times on then off one of those die-hard heavy smokers smoken 10 - 30 times a day. I'm one of those people that the bodies normal is that high altered state.
With the exception of a month or a few weeks here and there my only really big gaps in smoking weed was prob 18 months between the ages of 25 to 26 and 9 months prior to this May 2015 (sept2014-may 2015). I'm 29 at the moment.
Medical history...
I barely smoke ciggerretes
asthma - that one went away at the age of 5 and never returned praise God
tubes in my ears - for drainage problems before the age of 10.
Other then that pretty solid from my memory anyway.
I started to do coke when I was 27 years old it was pretty pretty strong stuff because of my connection / involvement / story up and don't worry about it.... bottom line since the age of probably 17 or 18 I've had a lot of knowledge experience on everything to do with cocaine besides actually using it but I never wanted it for myself
As I said at the age of 27 with so much access to high quality product i started to do it everyday all day from probably about Jun2013 and till January 2014 then I took a few months off and probably March or April 2014 went straight back at it only this time very low quality street level stuff...
until one day I hurt myself or at least thought I hurt myself. I was in my bathroom sitting on the toilet smoking a Belmont cigarette in the wee hours of the morning doing lines of that nasty methy sketchy coke that low level shit I'd had since march/april 2014. No pain or anything but all of a sudden I feel like my heart opens up a little bit or an artery near the heart opens up a little bit and all the sudden the blood is flowing so much faster or easier and I hear a little bit of Rushing my ear and I didn't feel pain as I said and no noticable change in the beating but I didn't think it was right either and I was a little worried but not really.
...after that it kind of hurt a little bit when I did coke and it took me a while but by September 2014 I had had it I wanted to be a daddy I wanted to be a businessman I didn't want this life anymore and I left it cold turkey weed cigs and coke...
...oh by the way did I mention that I have used oxycodone every once in a blue moon as a change of pace never tried to mix it with coke did accidentally take doses too close to one another once in summer2014 and got the first speedball high in my life which was amazing flying feeling but it was scary cuz I knew about the dangers.. .
Anyways back to the story I quit everything cold turkey September 2014
May 2015 I relapsed on a puff of a joint immediately I wanted to do coke again and soon after oxy as well but this time I was taking tiny tiny bits of coke ( the pure guys no lie not that street level shit from my last episode but the real RAW) and even in small amounts i didnt like how it made my chest feel and I was a huge fan of opiates so after my wife caught me in June with coke I told her I'm done and I stopped and I only did oxy and marijuana after that (she didnt know bout the oxi yet). I got addicted my tolerance shot up and I was doing three to four 80s a night.
I actually went to the doctors looking for an opiate prescription. See I had had an injury that broke my tailbone in 2012 and then a car accident in 2013 and then another car accident July 2015. God has blessed me with fast healing body and good pain management so I'm not as messed up as you might think but that doesn't mean I wasn't going to exaggerate to try and get what I wanted.
I went to doctor after doctor... but no opiates, just lyrica from 2 and got a marijuana license for 3.5 grams a day instead of opiates from another. All this was just before my wife caught me and put me on rehab, her own version, home version, awesome version if you ask me my wife is bomb all thanks to God
Each doctor I saw was more and more opposed to opiates as the previous doctor I'd seen and in hindsight I congratulate all of them for having this position on such a deadly and dangerous substance.
As i said the first docto, r I had gone to, gave me a referral to go and get my marijuana license under Health Canada's new provisions and by the time my withdrawal / rehab was done I have my prescription and I was good to go with my legal weed. Legal weed is bomb btw. expensive but bomb.
Anyways time went by and I stuck with the weed but of course as always in my life my wife hated the fact that I was always under the influence and couldn't handle me not just being a part timer like her so we agreed to quit all drugs as of 2016 together.
So obviously I went off and I'd already started doing coke again and now I brought oxy back into the mix...
I kind of speed balled unintentionally at first but the coke without the terrible anxiety? It was too good to be true and let me tell you guys it was too good to be true!
A week and a half, two weeks into speedballing all day everyday on small amounts of each we are at where my story began that Friday night december 18th 2015... by the way before I get any farther I have never injected anything I insufflate, use my nose and mucous membrane, do lines whatever the f*** you wanna call it
So like I was saying I hadn't had a discomfort for a while with the heart and I've been speedballing for more than a week and we come to this night, my son has had his supper, my son is quietly playing, I sneak off behind the scene.
So I do the coke and oxy the same way I've been doing it all week where I mixed the powders together in the line I'm doing. It goes down fine and nothing really out of the ordinary except I don't really feel too too high which is ok cuz my son's still awake.
Some time passes I think an hour and I take one more 40 milligram apo. Here's where it gets weird because as soon as I swallowed it a few seconds after all of a sudden it starts getting tingly in my lower abdomen and working its way up to the bottom of my lungs or it start in my lungs to begin with, can't remeber.
Now the last time I felt anything remotely similar to that I had too much of fake Molly probably artificial cathanone and with that incident which was in like maybe August I just forced myself to puke and then had an uncomfortable ride for a few hours and trouble breathing and my lungs were getting really numb...
This time there was no molly in my system but it was a similar lung numbness immediately I was worried.
I very calmly and lovingly without making the situation hot, got my baby boy 6 years old btw dressed for bed put him down to sleep prayed on him and told him I loved him have a good sleep.
Heartbeat was getting faster and faster And numbness wasn't going away it was getting harder and harder to breathe and as soon as I knew my son was sleeping, I grab my cell phone, locked the apartment door went straight to the lobby and called 911.
I told the lady on the other end of the 9-1-1 call that I had a 6 year old up in my apartment safe but sleeping and he would need to be looked after if something happened to me. I went on to tell her I had shortness of breath it was very difficult to breathe my lungs felt numb and my heart was beating faster and faster and I was scared I would pass out.
I think I need to edit some of the grammar in this and there's still a lot more to this story but my son needs some attention so I'll be back to finish this....
... okay I'm back to finish this so where was I... right I'm on the phone with the 911 lady anyways I answered all her questions honestly I told her straight away...
- this is an adverse effect of oxycontin and cocaine
-this is not the first time I'm using them in conjunction
-but it is the first time I'm feeling this way because of this use...
she finished up with me told me to remain calm and said there's lots of help on the way and she was not kidding boy oh boy did I waste tax dollars and I felt bad about it... 3 people from the fire brigade two paramedics and an ambulance and two police officers
oh yeah it was a blast and of course the fire truck got there first with the fire Brigade workers... they met me in the lobby I explain to them all my symptoms I told him exactly what had gone down to the best of my recollection and I reminded them that my 6 year old son is upstairs sleeping peacefully...
when they ask which apartment number I said well let's just go up no point standing around in the lobby so we did we went up to the apartment and one of the firebrigade personel checked on my son after I did and he was sleeping so peacefully praise be to God and he just missed all of it let me tell you he slept till the next morning...
I was in the apartment with the three Fire Brigade personnel and they sat me down at the kitchen table and all of a sudden the two paramedics I told you about came into the apartment followed shortly by the police.
The male paramedic immediately started tending to me hooked me up to a machine and everybody was just looking at me and at that machine and I couldn't see the machine but I could see their faces
The cop said where is mom, i explained she's working all night and told him to call my father straight away to come and watch my son which he did and my father immediately headed over.
The paramedic said we got to go to the hospital right now and grabbed me by the arm and led me out towards the door as I put my shoes on I asked if I could pee he said no but the female paramedic was like "just let him pee" and then I asked calmly "am I under arrest?" and then they all said in unison "no, we are here to help you!" Honestly honestly I thought it was a valid question I was playing around with drugs while in charge of my 6 year old son I definitely should be arrested...
Anyways i sat down took a piss clean myself up and left the appartment with the paramedics who put me in a gerny and I went down to the hospital. Cops stayed and waited for dad. Poor dad the cops wouldn't tell him anything.
As I got into the ambulance I felt like that was the peak of my high my heart which is racing a million miles a second I was light headed I was flying and even though the paramedic did a very great outstanding job at keeping his cool i saw worry in his face.
He was scared for me I think. He put this big needle in my arm attached to this big syringe that he taped to my left arm and he said "that's going to be your heart." I don't know exactly what he meant but whatever he was preparing for I don't think it happened I'm not sure exactly if he injected me with something or not but I don't think he used the big needle.
I started to feel a bit better by the time I reach the hospital but I was still flying and my heart was racing. I guess once I was out of the woods the paramedic left me.
They got me an ECG also known as an EKG in the States and then back to my room and my mom came briskly inside. "What happened dear?" And I told her I took too much cocaine and oxycotton and she said I'm going to give you a couple tight slaps but I'll save that for later when you're recovered and boy do I deserve those slaps let me tell you.
Anyways I think it was around 8 or 9 pm that the paramedics had first responded to the 911 call at my building and I wasn't released from the hospital till 8 a.m. the next morning after a second ECG and lots of monitoring of my vitals. The hospital bed was great thanks Brampton General! I haven't slept that great in a long time let me tell you and it was just a few short hours cuz those drugs kept me up til at least three or four in the morning.
Got home probably around 9 and slept the whole day and then woke up around 6 or 7 and told myself that I need to get out go for a drive clear my head.
I was only taking enough oxycontin to keep the dope sickness at bay so maybe 10 milligram dosage every 4 hours or 6 hours.
Dropped my son to his grandparents and I picked up my brother are we headed off to a friends house. Remember it's now Saturday nights just the following day after this terrible incident. I was on just a little bit of oxy just to keep the sickness away as I was saying so there wasn't a buzz going on.
Stupid me decides to take a tiny tiny little bit of coke not even half a point guys and I didn't even feel it and that was okay with me.
Then I rolled a joint of my 19% THC passion kush from my LP. Shortly afterwards I start feeling kind of like I did the night before except not as strong.
I only had not Maybe 20% of what I had the night before as far as I was concerned because the night before, that fateful Friday night, I had a estimated 120 milligrams of oxycontin in me and less than half gram of cocaine.
Now this night, Saturday, the very next night it wasn't even a .1 of coke and not even 50 milligrams of oxy the whole day! And the weed of course.
My brother told me was all in my head and that I needed to close my eyes and pull my body into the high. He said your body is going faster than your mind so just concentrate on making your mind go as fast as your body as long as your mind is going as fast as your body you can't f*** up but if your body goes faster than your mind you're screwed... By the way... my brother is not all there... mentally... yah know.. uhuh
But this time it wasn't just burning in the back of mine head and speedy heart and pressure it was also tingling in my hands which my wife later told me is a sign of heart failure not that your heart is failed but a sign that whatever you're doing you better stop or your heart will fail..
It would get too hot and my breathing would be hard then it would be too cold and I would start shaking in cold sweats I had to keep constantly adjusting the temperature or walking outside in the brisk cold to snap me out of it for a few seconds
But honestly after the tingly hands i said you know what we're going to the hospital I'm not gonna go inside but will sit in the parking lot and if something bad happens to me you just make sure they take care of me I told my brother and he said ok fine
Anyways about two hours after the joint was smoked I was out of the woods and I left the hospital parking lot.
I haven't done coke since that night
The next day I stayed in bed all day and I maybe only did 5 milligrams twice that day to keep the sickness at bay and that night that last 5 milligram dose of oxi is the last hard drug I've had in my system since so thats a full week now everyone.
Since then I've tried smoking tiny bits of weed either in a vaporizer or joint and the differents training that I have and in very very tiny amounts I mean tiny amounts compared to what I'm used to and each time it sends me until into either a slightly distressed mode where I'm kind of worried or really heart pounding relapse of that night that's nowhere near as bad as either of the two nights but still something to be concerned about
Please if anybody has any comments or information I want to hear it honestly I feel like maybe I just bruised or stressed my heart and I be like this for a while because my body is in emergency mode...
Sounds like just a panic attack right not an overdose?
It's Friday night... my son is fed, quietly playing Minecraft. My wife is at work for the night and daddy quietly heads to the bathroom for some cocaine and oxy apos.
I smoked marijuana on and off since I was 13 more times on then off one of those die-hard heavy smokers smoken 10 - 30 times a day. I'm one of those people that the bodies normal is that high altered state.
With the exception of a month or a few weeks here and there my only really big gaps in smoking weed was prob 18 months between the ages of 25 to 26 and 9 months prior to this May 2015 (sept2014-may 2015). I'm 29 at the moment.
Medical history...
I barely smoke ciggerretes
asthma - that one went away at the age of 5 and never returned praise God
tubes in my ears - for drainage problems before the age of 10.
Other then that pretty solid from my memory anyway.
I started to do coke when I was 27 years old it was pretty pretty strong stuff because of my connection / involvement / story up and don't worry about it.... bottom line since the age of probably 17 or 18 I've had a lot of knowledge experience on everything to do with cocaine besides actually using it but I never wanted it for myself
As I said at the age of 27 with so much access to high quality product i started to do it everyday all day from probably about Jun2013 and till January 2014 then I took a few months off and probably March or April 2014 went straight back at it only this time very low quality street level stuff...
until one day I hurt myself or at least thought I hurt myself. I was in my bathroom sitting on the toilet smoking a Belmont cigarette in the wee hours of the morning doing lines of that nasty methy sketchy coke that low level shit I'd had since march/april 2014. No pain or anything but all of a sudden I feel like my heart opens up a little bit or an artery near the heart opens up a little bit and all the sudden the blood is flowing so much faster or easier and I hear a little bit of Rushing my ear and I didn't feel pain as I said and no noticable change in the beating but I didn't think it was right either and I was a little worried but not really.
...after that it kind of hurt a little bit when I did coke and it took me a while but by September 2014 I had had it I wanted to be a daddy I wanted to be a businessman I didn't want this life anymore and I left it cold turkey weed cigs and coke...
...oh by the way did I mention that I have used oxycodone every once in a blue moon as a change of pace never tried to mix it with coke did accidentally take doses too close to one another once in summer2014 and got the first speedball high in my life which was amazing flying feeling but it was scary cuz I knew about the dangers.. .
Anyways back to the story I quit everything cold turkey September 2014
May 2015 I relapsed on a puff of a joint immediately I wanted to do coke again and soon after oxy as well but this time I was taking tiny tiny bits of coke ( the pure guys no lie not that street level shit from my last episode but the real RAW) and even in small amounts i didnt like how it made my chest feel and I was a huge fan of opiates so after my wife caught me in June with coke I told her I'm done and I stopped and I only did oxy and marijuana after that (she didnt know bout the oxi yet). I got addicted my tolerance shot up and I was doing three to four 80s a night.
I actually went to the doctors looking for an opiate prescription. See I had had an injury that broke my tailbone in 2012 and then a car accident in 2013 and then another car accident July 2015. God has blessed me with fast healing body and good pain management so I'm not as messed up as you might think but that doesn't mean I wasn't going to exaggerate to try and get what I wanted.
I went to doctor after doctor... but no opiates, just lyrica from 2 and got a marijuana license for 3.5 grams a day instead of opiates from another. All this was just before my wife caught me and put me on rehab, her own version, home version, awesome version if you ask me my wife is bomb all thanks to God
Each doctor I saw was more and more opposed to opiates as the previous doctor I'd seen and in hindsight I congratulate all of them for having this position on such a deadly and dangerous substance.
As i said the first docto, r I had gone to, gave me a referral to go and get my marijuana license under Health Canada's new provisions and by the time my withdrawal / rehab was done I have my prescription and I was good to go with my legal weed. Legal weed is bomb btw. expensive but bomb.
Anyways time went by and I stuck with the weed but of course as always in my life my wife hated the fact that I was always under the influence and couldn't handle me not just being a part timer like her so we agreed to quit all drugs as of 2016 together.
So obviously I went off and I'd already started doing coke again and now I brought oxy back into the mix...
I kind of speed balled unintentionally at first but the coke without the terrible anxiety? It was too good to be true and let me tell you guys it was too good to be true!
A week and a half, two weeks into speedballing all day everyday on small amounts of each we are at where my story began that Friday night december 18th 2015... by the way before I get any farther I have never injected anything I insufflate, use my nose and mucous membrane, do lines whatever the f*** you wanna call it
So like I was saying I hadn't had a discomfort for a while with the heart and I've been speedballing for more than a week and we come to this night, my son has had his supper, my son is quietly playing, I sneak off behind the scene.
So I do the coke and oxy the same way I've been doing it all week where I mixed the powders together in the line I'm doing. It goes down fine and nothing really out of the ordinary except I don't really feel too too high which is ok cuz my son's still awake.
Some time passes I think an hour and I take one more 40 milligram apo. Here's where it gets weird because as soon as I swallowed it a few seconds after all of a sudden it starts getting tingly in my lower abdomen and working its way up to the bottom of my lungs or it start in my lungs to begin with, can't remeber.
Now the last time I felt anything remotely similar to that I had too much of fake Molly probably artificial cathanone and with that incident which was in like maybe August I just forced myself to puke and then had an uncomfortable ride for a few hours and trouble breathing and my lungs were getting really numb...
This time there was no molly in my system but it was a similar lung numbness immediately I was worried.
I very calmly and lovingly without making the situation hot, got my baby boy 6 years old btw dressed for bed put him down to sleep prayed on him and told him I loved him have a good sleep.
Heartbeat was getting faster and faster And numbness wasn't going away it was getting harder and harder to breathe and as soon as I knew my son was sleeping, I grab my cell phone, locked the apartment door went straight to the lobby and called 911.
I told the lady on the other end of the 9-1-1 call that I had a 6 year old up in my apartment safe but sleeping and he would need to be looked after if something happened to me. I went on to tell her I had shortness of breath it was very difficult to breathe my lungs felt numb and my heart was beating faster and faster and I was scared I would pass out.
I think I need to edit some of the grammar in this and there's still a lot more to this story but my son needs some attention so I'll be back to finish this....
... okay I'm back to finish this so where was I... right I'm on the phone with the 911 lady anyways I answered all her questions honestly I told her straight away...
- this is an adverse effect of oxycontin and cocaine
-this is not the first time I'm using them in conjunction
-but it is the first time I'm feeling this way because of this use...
she finished up with me told me to remain calm and said there's lots of help on the way and she was not kidding boy oh boy did I waste tax dollars and I felt bad about it... 3 people from the fire brigade two paramedics and an ambulance and two police officers
oh yeah it was a blast and of course the fire truck got there first with the fire Brigade workers... they met me in the lobby I explain to them all my symptoms I told him exactly what had gone down to the best of my recollection and I reminded them that my 6 year old son is upstairs sleeping peacefully...
when they ask which apartment number I said well let's just go up no point standing around in the lobby so we did we went up to the apartment and one of the firebrigade personel checked on my son after I did and he was sleeping so peacefully praise be to God and he just missed all of it let me tell you he slept till the next morning...
I was in the apartment with the three Fire Brigade personnel and they sat me down at the kitchen table and all of a sudden the two paramedics I told you about came into the apartment followed shortly by the police.
The male paramedic immediately started tending to me hooked me up to a machine and everybody was just looking at me and at that machine and I couldn't see the machine but I could see their faces
The cop said where is mom, i explained she's working all night and told him to call my father straight away to come and watch my son which he did and my father immediately headed over.
The paramedic said we got to go to the hospital right now and grabbed me by the arm and led me out towards the door as I put my shoes on I asked if I could pee he said no but the female paramedic was like "just let him pee" and then I asked calmly "am I under arrest?" and then they all said in unison "no, we are here to help you!" Honestly honestly I thought it was a valid question I was playing around with drugs while in charge of my 6 year old son I definitely should be arrested...
Anyways i sat down took a piss clean myself up and left the appartment with the paramedics who put me in a gerny and I went down to the hospital. Cops stayed and waited for dad. Poor dad the cops wouldn't tell him anything.
As I got into the ambulance I felt like that was the peak of my high my heart which is racing a million miles a second I was light headed I was flying and even though the paramedic did a very great outstanding job at keeping his cool i saw worry in his face.
He was scared for me I think. He put this big needle in my arm attached to this big syringe that he taped to my left arm and he said "that's going to be your heart." I don't know exactly what he meant but whatever he was preparing for I don't think it happened I'm not sure exactly if he injected me with something or not but I don't think he used the big needle.
I started to feel a bit better by the time I reach the hospital but I was still flying and my heart was racing. I guess once I was out of the woods the paramedic left me.
They got me an ECG also known as an EKG in the States and then back to my room and my mom came briskly inside. "What happened dear?" And I told her I took too much cocaine and oxycotton and she said I'm going to give you a couple tight slaps but I'll save that for later when you're recovered and boy do I deserve those slaps let me tell you.
Anyways I think it was around 8 or 9 pm that the paramedics had first responded to the 911 call at my building and I wasn't released from the hospital till 8 a.m. the next morning after a second ECG and lots of monitoring of my vitals. The hospital bed was great thanks Brampton General! I haven't slept that great in a long time let me tell you and it was just a few short hours cuz those drugs kept me up til at least three or four in the morning.
Got home probably around 9 and slept the whole day and then woke up around 6 or 7 and told myself that I need to get out go for a drive clear my head.
I was only taking enough oxycontin to keep the dope sickness at bay so maybe 10 milligram dosage every 4 hours or 6 hours.
Dropped my son to his grandparents and I picked up my brother are we headed off to a friends house. Remember it's now Saturday nights just the following day after this terrible incident. I was on just a little bit of oxy just to keep the sickness away as I was saying so there wasn't a buzz going on.
Stupid me decides to take a tiny tiny little bit of coke not even half a point guys and I didn't even feel it and that was okay with me.
Then I rolled a joint of my 19% THC passion kush from my LP. Shortly afterwards I start feeling kind of like I did the night before except not as strong.
I only had not Maybe 20% of what I had the night before as far as I was concerned because the night before, that fateful Friday night, I had a estimated 120 milligrams of oxycontin in me and less than half gram of cocaine.
Now this night, Saturday, the very next night it wasn't even a .1 of coke and not even 50 milligrams of oxy the whole day! And the weed of course.
My brother told me was all in my head and that I needed to close my eyes and pull my body into the high. He said your body is going faster than your mind so just concentrate on making your mind go as fast as your body as long as your mind is going as fast as your body you can't f*** up but if your body goes faster than your mind you're screwed... By the way... my brother is not all there... mentally... yah know.. uhuh
But this time it wasn't just burning in the back of mine head and speedy heart and pressure it was also tingling in my hands which my wife later told me is a sign of heart failure not that your heart is failed but a sign that whatever you're doing you better stop or your heart will fail..
It would get too hot and my breathing would be hard then it would be too cold and I would start shaking in cold sweats I had to keep constantly adjusting the temperature or walking outside in the brisk cold to snap me out of it for a few seconds
But honestly after the tingly hands i said you know what we're going to the hospital I'm not gonna go inside but will sit in the parking lot and if something bad happens to me you just make sure they take care of me I told my brother and he said ok fine
Anyways about two hours after the joint was smoked I was out of the woods and I left the hospital parking lot.
I haven't done coke since that night
The next day I stayed in bed all day and I maybe only did 5 milligrams twice that day to keep the sickness at bay and that night that last 5 milligram dose of oxi is the last hard drug I've had in my system since so thats a full week now everyone.
Since then I've tried smoking tiny bits of weed either in a vaporizer or joint and the differents training that I have and in very very tiny amounts I mean tiny amounts compared to what I'm used to and each time it sends me until into either a slightly distressed mode where I'm kind of worried or really heart pounding relapse of that night that's nowhere near as bad as either of the two nights but still something to be concerned about
Please if anybody has any comments or information I want to hear it honestly I feel like maybe I just bruised or stressed my heart and I be like this for a while because my body is in emergency mode...
Sounds like just a panic attack right not an overdose?
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