xstayfadedx
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Going to punch someone in their fucking face!
Don't even bother you stupid asshole.
Don't even bother you stupid asshole.
Morning EDIT: A lot more stable now thinks blackrabbit for editing my posts. Didn't know about that rule.
Hello friends,
So, the sly ol' Foxy ran into some trouble that was almost his end finally. For those of you that don't know, after a frustrated nurse triple stuck me with the same butterfly needle out of frustration when I was in the psych ward in 2011, I suffer from recurrent Staph infections. I do my own I&Ds I have had so many (one or two a month with the longest break being 2 months before NYE of this last year). Back on July 22nd, I used a 3cc rig with a 20gauge tip to draw up a 10mg OxyMorphone IR and 20mg Ritalin IR. I was in a rush and the mooch didn't work well. I ended up skin popping all of it into my left calf.
I dropped acid that nite and spent most of the trip before I ended it with downers crying in pain and depression to my best-friend/girl (and ruined her first trip... I'm such an ass...). Though, I think the acid let me see my future really... which wasn't good.
My calf hurt, bad. I soon spiked a fever above 104 degrees for several days in a row. I had planned to perform a home I&D but chickened out (that NEVER happens... I love doing I&Ds). On within a week of the horrid nite on acid I checked into the cheapest hospital in town. They assessed me, then sent me to another hospital as they felt they were unequipped to deal with my situation.
After all those Staph infections that just resulted in Cellulitis and Abscesses... I had done it. I had Necrotizing fasciitis.
The first surgery was a hole that was packed with gauze. When they went to remove the gauze/inspect the wound the next day, I told them to pull the gauze out FAST. The video seems like a macabre magic trick... the gauze just keeps coming and coming. The next surgery cut me open from an inch or two above my knee on my inner thigh to an inch above my inner leg above my ankle. The cut measures 47cm in length. My bone was visible and I had to have my calf muscle stitched back to the lower muscle (it looked as if it was about to fall off). The surgeons removed ALL of the fat, dermis, and epidermis from an area sized 36cm x 8cm. I had a total of 4+ (it's all a blur) surgeries. I got Propofol for two of the surgeries (take that MJ, hah). Okay, enough gloating and back to the serious nature of this (I have to laugh at life or else it would make me cry for eternity). I was on a pain pump getting 0.3mg of HydroMorphone every 8 minutes and this did NOTHING for the pain. I am in pain management and get 20mg of Oxymorphone a day that I inject, so the Dilaudid was a step down for me. If anything, it got my body accustomed to a little bit of an Opioid every 8 minutes. Even now, at home injecting my OxyMorphone, I am at a 9/10 on the pain scale (I enjoy pain, so you would be at a 36/10... I astound the doctors and nurses when I peel the dressing off the wound without winching myself). I have a "WoundVac" that sucks fluid off the wound that I must wear 24/7. I can't straighten my leg all the way out, and will likely have a permanent limp (I was a state champion track runner in high school a decade ago).
On Thursday we begin to talk skin grafts. Those will take 6-8 weeks to heal.
I have lost my job. I have lost my insurance. I am lucky my girl has stuck with me. My parents loathe me. I want to die honestly (but I know I can't OD...).
So, my point? Don't inject drugs. It's a line you can't cross back over once you've really committed to crossing it. I would be in horrific pain if I just snorted my Oxymorphone... God forbid I eat it as prescribed...
Also, any questions about Necrotizing fasciitis you have, I will gladly answer.
Please, don't follow Foxy to hell... I am a horrible warning, not a shining example.
Peace&Love,
~f.xy
Fuck you, you asshole.
Yea your not a man not even close, a man doesn't put hands on his girl.
You know what it's so damn hot out side and I have to wear pants because of all the bruises, I'm not going to bother with a long sleeve shirt that's would be brutally hot for me.
I'm leaving you in a few months, you just don't know yet.