blues runner
Bluelighter
I have overdosed three times. Twice on heroin, once on alcohol.
Both times with the heroin overdoses I immediately knew I had injected too much, and both times were the first use after prolonged periods of abstinence. I think I either sat in a chair and slumped forward the first time, and the second time I simply slid down to the floor and lay there.
Both heroin overdoses were accompanied by a definite cognitive awareness that I had taken it too far, but there was nothing I could do. The first overdose ultimately led to my coming to in a bathtub of very cold water, confused and angry. I was physically weak but able to exit the tub. Only one of the five or six junkies that had been in the hotel room at the time I shot up was still there. She was a prostitute and she was crying, telling me that I had turned blue and had stopped breathing for a while. Two of the junkies that by this point had left were large males that put me in the tub. Evidently, they and the rest (save the prostitute) immediately split the scene. According to the hooker I had spent about seven hours in the tub, not moving, barely breathing which she had confirmed by putting her ear to my mouth as she periodically kept my head above water. She said the reason she didn't leave with the others was that I had talked and listened to her like no one had in a long time, if ever (we did not have sex), and she loved me for that. Not wanting to lose me, she stayed and did her best to keep me alive. My reply to all this news was an insistence on where the rest of my dope was and that she should surrender it to me immediately. I never got it back.
The second heroin overdose occurred on the beach in Colva, India, upon which I also insisted on taking a massive dose of dope after at least nine months clean. I don't remember anything about that one. I simply woke up hours later on the sand, barely breathing, heart rate at about 55 bpm. My Blackberry, wallet, watch, ring, and dope were all gone.
As for the alcohol, I drank a quart of vodka after eating about 80mg of diazepam and a bottle of venlafaxine. I woke up in the hospital with my head pretty much split open on the side from an unconscious fall, an IV in my hand, and a glass of charcoal on the table side which the hospital staff insisted I drink. I had to drink several of those charcoal glasses. They administered a low dose of phenobarbital and valproic acid through the drip as well. That incident kept me in the hospital for nearly two weeks.
Both times with the heroin overdoses I immediately knew I had injected too much, and both times were the first use after prolonged periods of abstinence. I think I either sat in a chair and slumped forward the first time, and the second time I simply slid down to the floor and lay there.
Both heroin overdoses were accompanied by a definite cognitive awareness that I had taken it too far, but there was nothing I could do. The first overdose ultimately led to my coming to in a bathtub of very cold water, confused and angry. I was physically weak but able to exit the tub. Only one of the five or six junkies that had been in the hotel room at the time I shot up was still there. She was a prostitute and she was crying, telling me that I had turned blue and had stopped breathing for a while. Two of the junkies that by this point had left were large males that put me in the tub. Evidently, they and the rest (save the prostitute) immediately split the scene. According to the hooker I had spent about seven hours in the tub, not moving, barely breathing which she had confirmed by putting her ear to my mouth as she periodically kept my head above water. She said the reason she didn't leave with the others was that I had talked and listened to her like no one had in a long time, if ever (we did not have sex), and she loved me for that. Not wanting to lose me, she stayed and did her best to keep me alive. My reply to all this news was an insistence on where the rest of my dope was and that she should surrender it to me immediately. I never got it back.
The second heroin overdose occurred on the beach in Colva, India, upon which I also insisted on taking a massive dose of dope after at least nine months clean. I don't remember anything about that one. I simply woke up hours later on the sand, barely breathing, heart rate at about 55 bpm. My Blackberry, wallet, watch, ring, and dope were all gone.
As for the alcohol, I drank a quart of vodka after eating about 80mg of diazepam and a bottle of venlafaxine. I woke up in the hospital with my head pretty much split open on the side from an unconscious fall, an IV in my hand, and a glass of charcoal on the table side which the hospital staff insisted I drink. I had to drink several of those charcoal glasses. They administered a low dose of phenobarbital and valproic acid through the drip as well. That incident kept me in the hospital for nearly two weeks.