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Bluelighter
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About 3 years ago I semi intentionally took too much dextro methamphetamine from ephedra and too much fentanyl kind of on purpose. It was a nightmare. The cops at 5:30 in the morning just told me to walk home, so I did.
 
Sometime in the mid 90's I took 100 assorted unknown pills on a Friday night. I didn't get high I felt sick.

Next day. Still felt sick.

Sunday night I felt like I couldn't breath and I had to go to the ER.

When I was there my Toung started to still out of my mouth and my eyes started to roll up.

My whole body started arching up into Opisthotonos. I was diagnosed with having an acute dystonic reaction.

They gave me 100mg of Diphenhydramine.

After that I was sent home and was told to continue taking Diphenhydramine.

For the next four days I was in a semi coma and I only woke up for two hours every day.

At the time I was afraid I'd never think again.

By Friday I finally felt normal and was able to think.
 
My kid (23, gonna be 24)
Fell out from fent at home in may and was dead seeming
He's alive because of the knowledge from bluelight
I had narcan on hand; not enough but it likely kept him alive until paramedics arrived.
While I was pumping him full of my air; slapping a grey boy, thought he was gone.
He woke up promptly when the paramedics gave him 4mgs.
I had 8mgs on hand; paramedics shrugged said what's goin round takes 12mg flat out,
I had my boy replace the 8mgs; and not do that to his old man again.
He's supposed to find me dead; or something like that lol
 
In my early 20's i bought some green xannies from a friend. While also fighting with my gf at the time, i dont know how many i took but i remember parts of it. I remember walking my dogs and then they disapeared. I remember driving my car down a spiral garage and scraping the side wall with my front bumper. Then everything went black. In the morning my dogs plastic leash looked like it had been dragged on the street for miles (dogs were miraculously fine)and my car was damaged from the wall. Somehow my car ended up parked on the 6th story floor perfectly and i dont know how. My GF told me i kept going on about seeing an angel, and that "i wanted to go back and find my angel" and she was so worried about me she made a video. Video was me gasping for air laying down but i dont remember it. On my life i believe that something supernatural happened that night but i cant prove anything, still gives me chills to think of it to this day
 
Something I noticed, when I get bad quality fentanyl I forget myself and sit there and overdose on the good stuff. Which I find is mostly on a one hit needed basis. But give me some bad stuff and soon enough I'm blacked out on the real thing.
 
Was partying all night. Came home with a homie and a lady… handed my buddy a norco and told him to shower since the sun was coming up and we wanted to keep going. I had acquired an m30 for the first time ever and fent hadn’t been a worry in the world yet. Last thing I remember is getting on the bed with the girl and everything went black. Woke up on the floor next to the bed (stone floors) the girl I was in bed with was small and she rolled me off when I overdosed and I landed on my face breaking my nose. Then she flipped me over and did cpr till the cops and my dad found me at the same time. 7 shots of narcan later I woke up… then kept falling back out. The hospital ran out of narcan or something so I got heli lifted to the nearest other hospital. They put me on life support. Finally went into a coma and woke up 5 days later …. Came home and popped a norco. I’m just lucky to still be here.
 
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About 4 years ago while homeless by choice with my then gf of 2years at age 23-24(she was 30). We're both strung out on heroin which was a newish lifestyle for me because before this it was primarily IV meth use(being in OC, CA that's was the norm). We spent all day with I think either 5 or 10 bucks trying to score with no luck at all. We met someone who said they'd help so we tag along for hours until while im "hey mister"ing for food my girl strikes gold. I get back to her with our tacos and sit and she hands me the remainder of the itty-bitty nickel of black but issues a fair warning, "babe be careful that stuffs strong and tastes funny. Im pretty sure it's got fetty in it" (mind you guys, she's been doing this since 18 and was at the time juggling a 130mg daily methadone dose plus our habit and I had only been slamming black maybe six months doing almost exclusively goofballs with more white than black) anywho, im so sick/drained from our mission that I say, "ehh I think ill be fine babe I'll just put a lot more white them usual and water it down" not realizing the reality of what fentanyl can do and severely underestimating her tolerance because she didn't seem that smacked. So I draw up the entire nickel and put my goofball in my arm and realize I can't hit so I turn to her expertise and unwisely choose my neck as the target (have done hundreds of jugular shots at this point) and the last thing I remember is her saying "hold still" indicating she's in and doesn't wanna miss. Next thing I am at all aware of is the faint but growing sounds of loud ass sirens and awaken to find myself strapped to a gurney with two paramedifs working on me and one says, welcome back" and I try to sit up but can't and immediately ask "what do you mean?!! What happene" his response, "you were dead. You're very lucky your girlfriend and that lady was there to give you CPR and call us or we would've been too late, you might want to rethink what you're doing with your life," I became a hysterical crybaby. It was tucking scary dude cuz I had NO ideas I had fallen out instantly and it was like being in a deep sleep. No awareness at all. Just black void. And despite all that shit, this was only the first of five overdoses. Was addiction is one evil, wicked mother fucker. The devil incarnate for some, like me.v anyways thanks for readin
 
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