I had been up for three days shooting crystal and when I was picking up another bag I spilled it onto my dealers carpet loading a bubble. Of course I hopped down and collected what looked like 99% of my bag and carried on. About an hour or so later I was up driving around for work in northern MN on a dark winter morning at 7am. I needed my needle fix so I pull off the main road down a dead end dirt road and turn my car around so I can see any cars coming. I proceded to backload the rest of my bag (bout 0.4g) into a rig without crushing it down much, pulled up some water into the syringe, shook it like hell and pushed out the air. When I looked through it to see if there was anything undissolved it looked completely transparent to my shakey/fuzzy day-3 spun-out vision. I tied off, dug in, registered, pulled the tie, and then started dropping the 35units I had in the barrel.
Down, down, down goes the plunger and then it suddenly bounces back into my thumb with 5units left...clogged. I pulled out and discovered there was a translucent gelatenous blob at the base of the syringe clogging it. I had shot a little of some random floor cookie turned gunk. I was depraved enough at the time to unclog it by pulling up more water, forcing the contents through the needle into a bottle cap, bit a fraying thread off of the cuff of my jeans, balled it up, pulled the last 5 units through it and shot the rest of my hit.
Later that evening while taking a shower I suddenly began to have intense heart pains that spread up the left side of my neck and then down the left side of my body. Next thing I knew it was about 10 minutes later and I was laying in the bottom of a now-cold running shower. Still not too sure what happened to this day...nasty shit...
