Share your Overdose Stories!

[CTdopeLove]

I know this has been done in the past, but lets do it again! Tell us your overdose stories, especially IV users of hard drugs. I always find these stories very interesting and sometimes horrifying. I'll start, and although these weren't narcan-requiring OD's, these are the closest I have.
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I was in the throws of my 2nd run on a heroin habit, and was working as a busboy at the time. After being unable to score the night before, I bought 2 bags off my boy. It was new stuff, and he told me it was good. I did the two bags, and it not only took the sick away, but gave me a nice rush. I drove back to my house and got 30 more dollars and drove back and bought 3 more bags. I was sitting in McDonalds parking lot, and shot up those 3 bags. After an amazing rush, I blacked out. An hour later I woke up, syringe with water in it still on my lap, and vision blurred. I thought maybe I had nodded out off the original 2 bags while waiting for my dealer at the lot, and that he never showed up. I called him up, but he laughed and told me he had sold me 3 bags, and that I must have shot it and passed out. Only then did I realize how close I could have been to a lethal OD, sitting in McDonalds parking lot.

[ Complete report here - http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=269549 ]

I have another similar story, the link is right here. [ http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=282615 ]

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So share your stories guys, I'd really love to hear em!

~CTdopeLove

(Mods, if you feel this thread must go to Drug Culture, so be it, but I think there will be a better response from the Other Drugs forum so I posted it here.)

 

[CTdopeLove]

No one else has an overdose story to share?! Come on guys, we all want to hear about you shooting too much coke and flopping around like a fish out of water, or banging too much dope and waking up sick in the back of an ambulance.

Tell us your overdose story!

~CTdopeLove

 

[Niandra LaDes]

okay fine. ive never really even come close but one time a friend did. it was all too scary, man... fuck.
there were about 12-15(im friends with everyone somehow) of us all over at a friend's house on the other side of town. my friend's were all taking turns getting shot up by the only experienced shooter there*ahem* besides myself. he was doing them one at a time, and was already pretty high, but no missed shots(good job buddy!-- yeah hes gotta be reading this) and eventually my buddy DJ, who is a worse alcoholic than i am-- somehow(!), had apparently been drinking all night and had killed around 12 beers already, from what i gathered. My buddy who was "the shooter" didnt know this, nor did anyone else so he shouldnt be pushed to the forefront of fault, but anyway DJ gets shot up, so i go out side for a cigarette. I watch the entire thing begin from outside through the kitchen window as i smoke. at first DJ collapses in the cornr of the kitchen. i finish my cigarette and head back inside, and get 2 or 3 friends to help me prop him up, try to get him awake. we decide to move him to the couch, where we hope he can wake up, but at least has got to be more comfortable than the kitchen floor. well the problem is hes not waking the fuck up, hes turning blue, and hes not moving and barely breathing. we try everything. i feel the most guilty. i punch him, slap him, pinch his arms, roll my knuckles on his sternum. every sneaky little junkie tactic i know to wake up a nodding person(tho usually just to get what i want) doesnt work. "DJ! GET THE FUCK UP!" Nothing. Fuck. He's dead and its all my fault.
thats what i honeslty felt. i called the most reliable person i know... my friend Geoff who spent over a year as an EMT and is in school to be a nurse(insert male nurse joke here). I knew he would know what to do. He checked DJ out and told us there was nothing he could do and to get him to the hospital already. Someone suggested a cold shower, which i was affraid might drown him or something. so he went in the shower for a minute or two. keep in mind that hes already been "out" for 15-20 minutes at least, perhaps longer.
eventually the right combination of pounding on his chest and poking him started to rouse the fucker, and he came too. having no idea what happenned. couldnt remember anything. as if hed want to.

all in all afterwards i was glad it happenned becuase it taught me what to do in such a dire circumstance, and because i kept my cool, but not only that i was proud of myself for doing the most to try to get him back. the sad part is i apparently didnt learn anything cuz i still drink practically everytime i do h, although he had practically no tolerance to h.

fuckin a

whos up next?

 

[chief ten beers]

Are you from ct?i am as well and though i've done dope,i've never od'd...thank the good lord.are you in the hartford area or elsewhere?

 

[CTdopeLove]

Yes I'm from Connecticut, but not the Hartford area. I'm down in Fairfield county in a town called Stratford, just 10 minutes from the armpit of the universe, Bridgeport, CT.

~CTdopeLove

 

[Niandra LaDes]

since im waiting for my dope to show up ill just give a shout out here to anyone who has the balls to post. come on girl!

 

['medicine cabinet']

well, there is one that stands out....

I was with a friend of mine who would drive up here to bmore to cop. well we get the dope, go to a CVS to get some spikes and to do a blast. I make up my shot as usual, things seem fine. the dope was the same color and consistency as usual so i dont think much of taking a normal size shot. i have a high tolerance to begin with...

anyways, i do my shot and we drive off, i feel the rush coming on but it doesnt stop where it usually does, it just keeps getting mroe intense. i feel this burning sensation in my face and my hands...its the normal feeling but way more intense. right then i knew i had done too much.

next thing i know im waking up to the cops and medica all around me asking me what drug i was on and bla bla bla...i told them i had been drinking and when they pull me out of the truck a bunch of syringes fall off my lap.. so duhhh right there lol

luckily i came to with a few sternum rubs andi didnt need a shot of narcan. they let us roll w/o incident thank god. had it not been for the quick thinking of my friend things might have turned out a slight bit worse haha...the weird thing is tho it sounds like i had a seizure or somerthing, cause my heart rate was fast and i was ni shock or something. it was weird. one thing i know im sitting there enjoying my shot, next thing there are cops and paramedics around me.

 

[malfunkshun]

i've never really od'd on anything, but the closest i've come i guess was eating 15 tramadol pils, 50 mg each. i found it hard to catch my breath, each breath i took had to be really deep and also each breath almost seemed to be on the verge of unsatisfying... you know how when you yawn you get that satisfied feeling? it was like with every breath i had to achieve that feeling but could only do so with like 1 out of 10 breaths. also... if you have ever for the fuck of it blown up a balloon and continued to breathe the expelled air of the balloon, in and out, until practically all of the oxygen is gone, and got that feeling of breathing but not getting anything, thats also kind of what it felt like. it was kind of scary actually.

also, i found it very hard to swallow. eating was virtually impossible, as i would get a mouthful of chewed up food at the back of my throat and just flat out could not get my muscles to work so that i could swallow it. i had more success swallowing water but it was still hard and i almost choked a couple of times trying to stay hydrated, as i was sweating profusely and was very thirsty.

i also experienced these weird 'jolts'. my entire body would just seize up for about a second, involuntarily, and it felt kind of like i was getting shocked. later i realized that these were mild seizures and that they are an effect of too much tramadol.

i was never incapacitated and i never seriously considered going to the ER, but the entire episode was very unpleasant and elicited severe feelings of anxiety.

 

[MDPVagrant]

I tried crystal meth once around 1992 (some really potent sh*t, via snorting) and basically OD'ed on it. In other words, extreme anxiety and paranoia, scattered and disjointed thinking, etc. Went out with some friends and ended up cowering in a bus shelter because I couldn't deal with the traffic noise or daytime brightness (it was overcast that day).

Probably a good thing it happened... never had a desire to do it again after that.

 

[absent minded]

my roommate od'd in our apartment. it was her first time and i admisiterred the shot. i went to the bathroom to try and pee and it took me like 5 mins b/c i was higjh as fuck. when i came back she was gone and lips were blue. i starterd cpr and called 911. she half came around after i started cpr for a few minutes and i said "fuck". the paramedics rushed in, took her away , but of course the cops stuck around and started threatening me. they searched the apartment and found 5 bags of heroin. my roommate told the detective that i administered the shotr. now im looking at prison time for delivery of controlled substance and reckless endangerment, because she ratted on me. sad story. im scared as fuck.

 

[Sandbag]

I tried crystal meth once around 1992 (some really potent sh*t, via snorting) and basically OD'ed on it. In other words, extreme anxiety and paranoia, scattered and disjointed thinking, etc. Went out with some friends and ended up cowering in a bus shelter because I couldn't deal with the traffic noise or daytime brightness (it was overcast that day).

Probably a good thing it happened... never had a desire to do it again after that.

My meth OD was fairly different. Had already been up for 6 days IVing/smoking various grades of crystal meth. Come friday night (been up since Sun morning) I scored some flame dope. Nice big slightly wet looking chunks of ice. Loaded up a 0.5g shot and banged away. Absolutely amazing rush...fuckin' legs went to rubber and I fell down and just laid on the floor for a good 15min mumbling shit and breathing with some difficulty. Finally got up and loaded a point or so in a bubble for smoking (other guy I was with didn't IV). We smoked the shit and started a good game of egyptian rat fuck.

This was the last weekend before I was voluntarily going into a 28 inpatient program so I was on a mission to be ultra-jacked all weekend. So about 30min or so after the previously described shot I decided I wanted to feel that brain-dead-rubber-body euphoria again. So I backloaded another 0.5g of the shit, drew up some hot water, shook the hell out of it, pushed out air and there was a little of that "oil on water" effect going on inside the rig so I knew it was thick.

I shot up sitting down at a kitchen chair this time since we were playing cards. I remember everything up to pulling out the needle and lifting my arm over my head. Next thing I knew I was laying in a fetal position on my side on his kitchen floor and my whole body ached, not just the surface, but like the insides of my abdomen and chest felt like they had been badly bruised or something. My friend was standing over me tossed me a tower and gestured with a phone in his hand saying something about me being lucky cause it had been 4 minutes and he was calling 911 in 5min if I didn't come to. Apparently I had just flopped off the chair and started convulsing and heaved up some blood (which was what the towel he tossed me was for). I guess I only convulsed for about 45sec and then went still; but continued to breath, although shallow. I had these pruple bruise marks on one forearm and the back of my calves. Heard from a kid in treatment who had ODed before (drank a watter bottle w/8grams in it on his way through to door to a previous rehab center) that the purple spots were areas where the blood vessels close to the skin had all burst because of the blood pressure. It took about 7 weeks for them to start to go away so that sounds like a reasonable explanation to me.

Any other tweekers out there ODed before? I've heard a few different reactions to meth overdoses and I'm curious how others fared.

 

[malfunkshun]

my roommate od'd in our apartment. it was her first time and i admisiterred the shot. i went to the bathroom to try and pee and it took me like 5 mins b/c i was higjh as fuck. when i came back she was gone and lips were blue. i starterd cpr and called 911. she half came around after i started cpr for a few minutes and i said "fuck". the paramedics rushed in, took her away , but of course the cops stuck around and started threatening me. they searched the apartment and found 5 bags of heroin. my roommate told the detective that i administered the shotr. now im looking at prison time for delivery of controlled substance and reckless endangerment, because she ratted on me. sad story. im scared as fuck.

damn, sucks to be you. get a good lawyer, did they have the right to search your place?

 

[oolong]

haha. as lame as it sounds the only drug i've ever od'ed was caffeine - i wasn't paying attention to how many no-doz and energy drinks i was having as i was trying to fight off sleep and ended up consuming around 4 grams over a few hours. my heart was racing worse than it ever has to this day on meth or other stimulants my stomach felt like absolute shit and i was so dead tired all i wanted to do was fall asleep but the only thing i could do was lay in bed for 6 hours and at the time i was so sleep deprived and nervous that i thought i was going to die but in my right mind i know i was okay. absolute misery though and i'll never take close to that much again now that i have access to better stimulants

 

[spiff77]

damn, sucks to be you. get a good lawyer, did they have the right to search your place?

Seems like probable cause would be the first and obvious situation.

Even if they needed a warrant, they could actually bar them from the premises while they got the warrant.

Damn dude, she is the one that OD and she ratted you out? Seems like all five bags were hers to me, along with the shot that she told you to get before she passed out.

If they didn't do a blood test on you, you got several avenues to go down.

 

[Ungoliath]

Waaay way back in the day when I was a wee young lad and first got into the wonderful world of kickboxing on narcotics, I stumbled upon a 8.6mg fentanyl patch.
I ate the whole fuckin thing! lol
Anyhow I was all good but I decided i'd go get food (I had to fight later that day for just a spvhvy v.s. mdwhvy) Anyhow, heres when I first starting noticing shit when sour.
I ate food, but when i swallowed, my throat muscles didnt automatically move it down. It kinda stuck there and I was WTF!! Sketch!
So i go to lay down, i go watch tv, i look at my hands and they were purple.I realized i wasnt breathing (like, I think i forgot)
Then I noticed.
But you know how you breath without thinking? I couldent do that, every breath a struggle.
I stroll up to my speacility bin
I grab an epimen and fucking jab it right under the left 7th or 8th rib and just fucking BOOST
Oh my god, im sure if I didnt do that I wouldnt be here today, that taught me to respect fent, treat it with the caution it deserves.
I was too fucked to fight I got DQ'd for two illegal shots in the first round and was like "yaar all fukin' faggots yar hear me yarrr!" aparently slurring my words right bad and talking like a pirate, lol, so yeah!
SCARY

 

[Unlucky]

Once upon a time....... I ate a cocktail of pure meth (points) along with a mixed assortment of different pills some of which were MDMA gradually throughout the day.

Whilst engaged in sexual pleasure a severe onset of hyperthermia hit me like a brick wall. It continued to worsen and I began twitching and spasming along with a sensation of numbness and pins and needles all over. The overheating was very intense, unlike anything I'de ever experineced before.

My survival instincts told me cool down or die. I was burning up fast and ran to the bathroom with my vision blurring, my heart erractic, irregular and pounding in my ears. My breathing was fast but heavy and I could smell and odd chemical odour generating from within myself from every breath. I jumped under the cold shower but I was so hot the cold water felt warm on my skin. I stayed there for a long long time but every time I tried to step out the heat would come back.

Eventually I survived but developed a neurological damage and a condition known as autonomic failure/dysfunction as a result of that day. I have also developed temperature problems and continue to overheat on a daily basis for the past 7 long years!!!

And the Op lived happily never after.....

The End

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[MDPVagrant]

Any other tweekers out there ODed before? I've heard a few different reactions to meth overdoses and I'm curious how others fared.

You know what's funny about that Meth OD I mentioned? At the time, I was basically on a crack binge (way more common in the early 90s, seems like every tweaker was at least trying it once, and "once" sometimes meant "once per 30 seconds" ) and my general stim tolerance was through the roof. Crack had worn off when I snorted the meth, and dunno how much I snorted, but... hmm.

Liked the crack high about 10x better than Meth, at least back then (can't STAND it now... hate it with a passion, hold a gun to my head and I won't touch it).

 

[MzAnthroP]

I always shy away from hitting other people's veins for the simple fact that you can be charged with MURDER if they die. Fuck that.

I've OD'd several times off heroin. I've had to be revived by paramedics and brought to the ER for observation three times. The stories aren't all that amazing, each time the dope was much more potent than it had been and I didn't test it. That could be me dead many times over by now but I guess this is an area where I have a lot of luck. There have been many times where I could have died if that dope had been a little bit stronger or the bags a little bigger...

I used to do shots standing up in my kitchen, one time I woke up on the kitchen floor with a pounding headache, blood EVERYWHERE. I was bleeding from my head where I hit the edge of the counter, and from the arm where a spike had apparently been torn out somehow as I fell over.

One time I woke up in an empty section of a wal-mart parking lot with my engine running covered in sweat. I had been out for so long I wasn't even high anymore. I took another shot and went to the cafe to hit on the females.

The message I am trying to convey is that I'm very lucky to be alive after all the times I've fallen out. Every single time it was because I thought the dope was weaker than it was. So DO A TESTER SHOT people.

 

[warpedmind]

during my heroin use days, i overdosed 9 times. the worst one was when i was at home and i just had a taste when my best mate came over, about 5 mins later i couldn't stand up, i juat fell to the ground. then my step dad came home and freaked out, he was suppossedly shaking me and saying he's dead, he's dead. my mate reckon's i out for 15mins. the ambo's took a couple of minutes i woke up after the third shot NARCANE.

 

[fjern]

The first time I did heroin I had problems staying awake and would fall asleep all the time. I was scared I was od'ing, later i found out that is nodding, haha