jackie jones
Bluelight Crew
Well, well, well...
Here is a sorry bunch of mother-fuckers who I missed. Good to see you again, my friends.
I have spent the past six months in jail and the latter part in rehab. In May, I decided to go on a bender involving two bottles of Clonazepam, several blister packs of Etizolam, and a bottle of Codeine.
I came to a week later in jail (I know, I was shocked too!), charged with felony mischief and misdemeanor probation violation.
Upon admission, I was greeted with pepper spray (while in cuffs) and a good cold shower via water hose (which was much worse than the pepper spray).
I also received 45 days of segregation.
For reasons which I need not delve into, I decided to take my life. This was a legitimate suicide attempt, my first. As I had no other means (all that was in my cage was a horse blanket and a cup), I figured that water intoxication was a viable option.
I began by drinking ~100 cups of water within thirty minutes.
The first effect was the clearing of my bowels. I continued to drink excessive amounts to the tune of 20 cups every five minutes. I began vomiting, and estimating that I was losing half the water that I was consuming. I continued this cycle for another hour before I noticed a significant clouding of my vision. I was also noticing a disorientation similar to the effects of alcohol. I was losing water from both ends about every ten minutes. I continued drinking because I felt that death was near. Over the course of three hours, I became nearly blind with a piercing headache. My body was exhausted and I began to lose consciousness, only to be awakened every 20 minutes from the need to relieve myself, which continued throughout the night.
I woke the next morning feeling like I had drank a quart of Scotch.
So that was an experience I would rather forget, yet best to have it down in reports, perhaps it could be of use... or just amuse someone.
Fortunately, my felony was dropped and I received only 120 days for the probation violation (no more probation!). I did go to rehab for my first time, which was very nice, and although it felt childish, I feel it did help. If nothing else, the combined experiences gave me enough time for my mind to recalibrate from years of opiate abuse. Going on six months sober now (well, a little Sake here and there, but let's not split hairs, right?).
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Here is a sorry bunch of mother-fuckers who I missed. Good to see you again, my friends.
I have spent the past six months in jail and the latter part in rehab. In May, I decided to go on a bender involving two bottles of Clonazepam, several blister packs of Etizolam, and a bottle of Codeine.
I came to a week later in jail (I know, I was shocked too!), charged with felony mischief and misdemeanor probation violation.
Upon admission, I was greeted with pepper spray (while in cuffs) and a good cold shower via water hose (which was much worse than the pepper spray).
I also received 45 days of segregation.
For reasons which I need not delve into, I decided to take my life. This was a legitimate suicide attempt, my first. As I had no other means (all that was in my cage was a horse blanket and a cup), I figured that water intoxication was a viable option.
I began by drinking ~100 cups of water within thirty minutes.
The first effect was the clearing of my bowels. I continued to drink excessive amounts to the tune of 20 cups every five minutes. I began vomiting, and estimating that I was losing half the water that I was consuming. I continued this cycle for another hour before I noticed a significant clouding of my vision. I was also noticing a disorientation similar to the effects of alcohol. I was losing water from both ends about every ten minutes. I continued drinking because I felt that death was near. Over the course of three hours, I became nearly blind with a piercing headache. My body was exhausted and I began to lose consciousness, only to be awakened every 20 minutes from the need to relieve myself, which continued throughout the night.
I woke the next morning feeling like I had drank a quart of Scotch.
So that was an experience I would rather forget, yet best to have it down in reports, perhaps it could be of use... or just amuse someone.
Fortunately, my felony was dropped and I received only 120 days for the probation violation (no more probation!). I did go to rehab for my first time, which was very nice, and although it felt childish, I feel it did help. If nothing else, the combined experiences gave me enough time for my mind to recalibrate from years of opiate abuse. Going on six months sober now (well, a little Sake here and there, but let's not split hairs, right?).
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I'm glad you didn't succeed in your attempt. I've never heard water intoxication described before... thanks for sharing.
