Yeah I was fine.. but today, I did actually freak out and go to the hospital. Actually called an ambulance.
After over a week straight of shooting coke and going through over a half ounce easy, I did over 5 grams last night. Now, no, its not high heat or whatever, yes its cut. When I first started .05 to .1 would do me good; the rush, the taste in the throat, the slight nausea, the overall omg whoa amazing i need to lay and roll around feeling.. same guy, same stuff.. I was doing a half gram per shot to get that feeling. When I made this thread it was because the nausea was so damn extreme unlike I had felt.. yes, iv coke noob. Now semi vet I suppose.
Last shot was massive (.6~irrc), but still didnt quite do it, and chasing that dragon of sorts I had about .3 left and knew itd be useless to do it on its own so quickly shot that too.. hoping, just hoping, desperately. bad idea. My foot swelled up on me and the only thing I could think was travelling blood clot from too many slams in the same veins, deep vein thrombosis, limb loss, embolism, death.. fuck I was fucked. Heart rate was near 180 when the ambulance got me, I was incoherent, couldn't think straight, was sweating profusely, tremors, couldn't feel my hands or feet.. couldn't make up my mind about what to do I was in such a stupor. There was nothing enjoyable about this. I don't know how long I spent trying to decide to try to take the subway while sweating buckets, eyes as a saucer, clearly knackered beyond belief, calling a cab, or the ambulance. Either way I had to go out in public.. I live near a bar and its patio weather so I didn't want to wait for a cab there.. didn't want the ambulance coming directly to me.. I ended up going around a block and then called. Still had to walk by people.. the most embarassing feeling of my entire life.
Well, turns out the swelling of my foot was just random, and all I really needed was a benzo, which I had run out of. And the hospital didn't even give me any, they made me ride it out. This binge fucked me hard, I probably cried for two hours I straight up thought i was going to lose my foot or an arm or so on and so forth, not to mention how I basically have to make an excuse to skip work because my arms are trashed and theres no god damn way I can show them.. and its 30 degrees all week now. I guess I trashed my serotonin system too in some way. Just in the worst of spots. What the fuck did I do to myself. What the fuck is wrong with my life that I would do this. No one to call in the hospital, only person I could think to call was my therapist

Theres a lot more behind it all really but today was a bit of a wake up call.
At least I can't fucking afford this habit.. it's only because of a tax refund splurge that I did what I did and just bought ball after ball..
I've learned my lesson to say the least. Were it not for my foot swelling up I probably would have manned up and would have just rode it down somehow (it took about 4 hours for my heart rate to stabilize).. but man, god only knows. Read the IV safety threads on here. Every little IV HR fuck up will lead to limb death and loss at best. Knackered. I also learned once again that the human body is one fucking resilient mother fucker.
Strangest thing, they took my blood and the nurse used a giant Im guessing 50ml syringe to "flush" the blood she said. I asked exactly what it was for because as soon as she did it.. I got that coke taste in the back of my throat. I guess from using that vein so much coke began to build up on its walls. Sounds silly but what the hell else could explain it. My sweat smells like cocaine. I look like hell and feel like hell.
WELP. Time to save coke for special occasions when I can purchase top quality high heat stuff that isn't a phone-call away at basically any hour of the night. Because, quite frankly, after IVing coke, I can never sniff it ever again, its ruined for me forever now.
Stay safe guys.. I'm in Canada so I don't give two shits about being considered an IV drug user or being tagged or whatever, and they don't give a damn either. I'd hate to have to factor that in the decision process between going to the hospital or not, especially in a case where something truly life threatening could happen. In hindsight I feel kind of silly about it now.. but the doctors were worried about endocarditis and ran a gamut of tests on me and other things. I enjoyed pulling out the little noodle IV catheters they have. So damn cool how those work.