Hey everyone,
First, I'd love to say how happy I am to be ABLE to post today. I have lurked this site for years and years. I have done more drugs than I care to list. With that, I discovered why I will never chase the dragon, EVER AGAIN. If you don't mind, I wish to share my story. It is fairly brief.
July 4, 2016. 12 years prior I got my first DUI, so I don't drive even with one beer on me during this time. The wife, kids and I went to a day time celebration thing going on in our town. I had a couple shots in me by the time we got there ( Sailor Jerry). I am prescirbed xanax for panic attacks and recently started Lexapro the previous Saturday. The doc also gave me hydroxine as an alternative for the xanax, shit didn't do shit for me, so I just kept my xanax close by.
I was doing great for a while, not having a massive panic attack, staving it off with booze and just trying to ignore the masses of people and asshole children. At one point the wife was pissed at me cause I went to go smoke a cig away from the playground. At that point i dropped 1mg of xanax. No biggie.
We decide to go home and go swimming. Some more shots while they got ready. Well my friend had some horse. I use it maybe once a week. Took a nice chase, felt amazing. Went to the pool and hot tub, had a fanfuckingtastic time.
Get back from the pool, my dumbass was like, "I've read on here that hydroxine potentiates opiates, lets pop one of those!! It'll be swell!"
I pop one, go chase another tail. At this point, im feeling good, but very tired. The last thing I remember was going up stairs to change into jeans, and feeling like I needed to lie down. Then I woke up in the ER with the doctor telling me I am lucky to be alive and that Narcan saved my life. So, now, complete sobriety is my path. Doing 90 meetings in 90 days.
Dying, for all intensive purposes, really opened my eyes. Complete respritory arrest, no pulseox reading and a heartbeat of 30bpm. I am lucky. Please be careful everyone.
First, I'd love to say how happy I am to be ABLE to post today. I have lurked this site for years and years. I have done more drugs than I care to list. With that, I discovered why I will never chase the dragon, EVER AGAIN. If you don't mind, I wish to share my story. It is fairly brief.
July 4, 2016. 12 years prior I got my first DUI, so I don't drive even with one beer on me during this time. The wife, kids and I went to a day time celebration thing going on in our town. I had a couple shots in me by the time we got there ( Sailor Jerry). I am prescirbed xanax for panic attacks and recently started Lexapro the previous Saturday. The doc also gave me hydroxine as an alternative for the xanax, shit didn't do shit for me, so I just kept my xanax close by.
I was doing great for a while, not having a massive panic attack, staving it off with booze and just trying to ignore the masses of people and asshole children. At one point the wife was pissed at me cause I went to go smoke a cig away from the playground. At that point i dropped 1mg of xanax. No biggie.
We decide to go home and go swimming. Some more shots while they got ready. Well my friend had some horse. I use it maybe once a week. Took a nice chase, felt amazing. Went to the pool and hot tub, had a fanfuckingtastic time.
Get back from the pool, my dumbass was like, "I've read on here that hydroxine potentiates opiates, lets pop one of those!! It'll be swell!"
I pop one, go chase another tail. At this point, im feeling good, but very tired. The last thing I remember was going up stairs to change into jeans, and feeling like I needed to lie down. Then I woke up in the ER with the doctor telling me I am lucky to be alive and that Narcan saved my life. So, now, complete sobriety is my path. Doing 90 meetings in 90 days.
Dying, for all intensive purposes, really opened my eyes. Complete respritory arrest, no pulseox reading and a heartbeat of 30bpm. I am lucky. Please be careful everyone.
