Spinal
Bluelighter
I posted this in drug basics in the ER experiances as well but as I was wrighting it, it kinda took on a life of its own so Im posting it here.
It seems like my body is getting batered lately. Ive been pushing my body too hard. Working a full time job and remodling my house on the side. Not to mention some fucker punching me in the face when he robbed me of all $3 and fucked up my jaw. It was only a matter of time before my body rebeled, and here is it's tale.
Some friends of my roomies came to stay at our house and they brought quite a bit of pot and brownies. So we deside to break the ice and smoke up, and smoke up, and smoke up, then eat some brownies.
After some sitting around we deside to go outside and walk around the city. Im having a wonderful walk and getting higher and higher off the two brownies I ate.
We then got to our destination, the largest record store in town. I start walking around and looking at music, but Im too stoned to really look for anything. The lights were pissing me off and Im thinking I was seeing people I know everywhere.
I was even freaked out and having a panic atack over posting on bluelight of all things. I made it back to a friend who was in the electronic/house section. Shortly after that another friend showed up and said a few words to me I could not understand.
Soon white noise started and pressure started to build up in my body, my vision started to fade. I felt a strange since of an epic event unfolding before me as I went under and my head had become the baseball being thrown from the pitchers met being hit by the bat as my head hit the counter. Due to the pot this agonising life event was slowed down to a small trickle of its normal passage trough time. Every second slowed down showing me how truely unplesant passing out can be.
I awoke a second later to find one of my friends standing over me asking if I was ok, and telling me I was bleeding. He said we would have to go to the hospital.
At this point I am compleatly out of it. I have no idea what is going on. I am ushered outside the store by my friend, I then rember that I had only eaten couscous that day for breakfast. So my friend goes and gets me some water and a brownie (Not a pot brownie) I eat and drink and soon feal a little more together. Although I cant even begin to finish the brownie so I drink more water.
I soon gather a small crowd of on lookers watching me and my bleeding head. I guy comes out of the store and asks if Im ok. He then tells me I sould go to the hospital. I got pretty confused by this since at the time I did not think I was bleeding that much and every body said, go to the hospital!
So my friend flags down a taxi and we say goodbye to the others still at the store. The taxi driver is a moron and in just driving around the streets talking nonsince when my friend is trying to give him derections.
Eventually we get there, his happy ass lets us out and I stumble into the ER. The staff sits me into a chair asks me some questions I cant respond to and then has my friend sign my papers for me. The only thing I can think of is bills.
However I was in no state to argue with them so I let um have me. They sat me in a room for a long time then a doctor with a british acent came in, asked me a few questions and used me as an example of how to do a running stich.
I was still amazingly high as this was going on and could feal the upper left side of my face going numb from the anastic the gave me. The whole time someplace in the back of my head I was thinking what fate may befall me in the hands of western medicine and there "tune ups". But I was stuck on that table and had to except whatever they might stick up, in, or take out of me.
Afterwords I rested for a bit, then I signed some papers, was told I have high blood sugar and my be diabetic, and sent on my marry way. I almost fainted again at the bus stop but I sit down and the symptoms resolved.
The bus ride back was clouded by memories of sitting in a stiff bus seat with people staring at some guy with 10 stiches in his head and big ass bandge.
After I got back I just whent to sleep and called in sick to work. Im glad I recently got insurance and have some sick pay because that could have turned out much worse. Actually alot of people at work have been giving me advice on how to live better and eat healthy.
The doctor gave me some vicodin so I had some fun with that as my stiches healed. Then acouple days later I went and got them out as the Irish nurse swooned over me.
I cant help but wonder if I really damaged my head at all, but I feal fine for the most part. I know passing out is not to good for the mind eather. I really hope I am not in the begining stages of becoming a diabetic, as I already have some other deastic health problems.
But theres been some good to come out of it. I would have probably been late for work because I forgot that I had to work in the morning and may have gotten fired because Ive been late alot recently. Ive also learned alot about eating well and how important a healthy diet really is. But what I know is only the tip of the iceburg hopefully I can gain more knowage on how to eat and live healthy and turn this negitive experiance into a positive one.
[ 05 February 2003: Message edited by: Spinal ]
It seems like my body is getting batered lately. Ive been pushing my body too hard. Working a full time job and remodling my house on the side. Not to mention some fucker punching me in the face when he robbed me of all $3 and fucked up my jaw. It was only a matter of time before my body rebeled, and here is it's tale.
Some friends of my roomies came to stay at our house and they brought quite a bit of pot and brownies. So we deside to break the ice and smoke up, and smoke up, and smoke up, then eat some brownies.
After some sitting around we deside to go outside and walk around the city. Im having a wonderful walk and getting higher and higher off the two brownies I ate.
We then got to our destination, the largest record store in town. I start walking around and looking at music, but Im too stoned to really look for anything. The lights were pissing me off and Im thinking I was seeing people I know everywhere.
I was even freaked out and having a panic atack over posting on bluelight of all things. I made it back to a friend who was in the electronic/house section. Shortly after that another friend showed up and said a few words to me I could not understand.
Soon white noise started and pressure started to build up in my body, my vision started to fade. I felt a strange since of an epic event unfolding before me as I went under and my head had become the baseball being thrown from the pitchers met being hit by the bat as my head hit the counter. Due to the pot this agonising life event was slowed down to a small trickle of its normal passage trough time. Every second slowed down showing me how truely unplesant passing out can be.
I awoke a second later to find one of my friends standing over me asking if I was ok, and telling me I was bleeding. He said we would have to go to the hospital.
At this point I am compleatly out of it. I have no idea what is going on. I am ushered outside the store by my friend, I then rember that I had only eaten couscous that day for breakfast. So my friend goes and gets me some water and a brownie (Not a pot brownie) I eat and drink and soon feal a little more together. Although I cant even begin to finish the brownie so I drink more water.
I soon gather a small crowd of on lookers watching me and my bleeding head. I guy comes out of the store and asks if Im ok. He then tells me I sould go to the hospital. I got pretty confused by this since at the time I did not think I was bleeding that much and every body said, go to the hospital!
So my friend flags down a taxi and we say goodbye to the others still at the store. The taxi driver is a moron and in just driving around the streets talking nonsince when my friend is trying to give him derections.
Eventually we get there, his happy ass lets us out and I stumble into the ER. The staff sits me into a chair asks me some questions I cant respond to and then has my friend sign my papers for me. The only thing I can think of is bills.
However I was in no state to argue with them so I let um have me. They sat me in a room for a long time then a doctor with a british acent came in, asked me a few questions and used me as an example of how to do a running stich.
I was still amazingly high as this was going on and could feal the upper left side of my face going numb from the anastic the gave me. The whole time someplace in the back of my head I was thinking what fate may befall me in the hands of western medicine and there "tune ups". But I was stuck on that table and had to except whatever they might stick up, in, or take out of me.
Afterwords I rested for a bit, then I signed some papers, was told I have high blood sugar and my be diabetic, and sent on my marry way. I almost fainted again at the bus stop but I sit down and the symptoms resolved.
The bus ride back was clouded by memories of sitting in a stiff bus seat with people staring at some guy with 10 stiches in his head and big ass bandge.
After I got back I just whent to sleep and called in sick to work. Im glad I recently got insurance and have some sick pay because that could have turned out much worse. Actually alot of people at work have been giving me advice on how to live better and eat healthy.
The doctor gave me some vicodin so I had some fun with that as my stiches healed. Then acouple days later I went and got them out as the Irish nurse swooned over me.
I cant help but wonder if I really damaged my head at all, but I feal fine for the most part. I know passing out is not to good for the mind eather. I really hope I am not in the begining stages of becoming a diabetic, as I already have some other deastic health problems.
But theres been some good to come out of it. I would have probably been late for work because I forgot that I had to work in the morning and may have gotten fired because Ive been late alot recently. Ive also learned alot about eating well and how important a healthy diet really is. But what I know is only the tip of the iceburg hopefully I can gain more knowage on how to eat and live healthy and turn this negitive experiance into a positive one.
[ 05 February 2003: Message edited by: Spinal ]
