The worst experiance of my life was when I was using 120 mg oxy / day and anywhere from 4 to 8 mg of xanax. Now my mom was coming into town, and I had a final exam the next day, I was young and incredibly dumb (and up to this point had never experianced an opiate or benzo WD, so I thought it wouldn't be too bad, I could handle one night since I had to stay in the hotel with my mom.
WRONG.
About an hour in I was in really bad shape. I told my mom I must have had a really bad fever because I was starting to feel really bad. She was so sweet she took care of me as best as possible. It was 2 or 3 am and I didn't know what to do, so I looked though my backpack PRAYING I had lost a pill or two in there.
I had...
Problem is it was X. At the time I thought OH THANK GOD, this will make me feel really good and I can just stay up all night rolling through the pain (I know listen I was very young and very dumb). So I took the roll. Now to be honest for the first two hours, I felt better not a whole lot, but I wasn't feeling as helacious as before, I attribute this to be because the pills were MDBD (kind like ex downers). But after a while I became very confussed, I was hallucinating really bad, I hoped into the shower with the lights off because I was too scared of the light.
I was still rolling the next morning when my mom dropped me off at my college for my final and then left for her meeting. Which was the whole reason she came into town. I was SO glad to be away from her right now, but I was crashing hard, and had to go take a final exam.
WTF
I was sitting there trying to take this test, ZOOMING through it, thinking everybody knew I was tipping balls, crashing hard, and just about to flip my shit.
Psychotic Break...
That is when it happened I was hearing voices my heart rate must have been 180 or something. I was sweating, paranoid, aching, freaking, my pupils were nearly the size of my entire eye. I screamed in fright after turning the test in thinking people were trying to get me. I ran outside into the bushes and hid there for what must have been 2 hours before I called my room mate.
I said bring ALL of my oxy and ALL of my xanax and ALL of my valium. He could tell I was loosing it. He got there in what must have been two minutes. I hopped into his car and immediatly down 50 mg of valium, 8 mg of xanax, and 160 mg of oxy went up my nose (thank god i use to keep all my oxy crushed up in gelcaps for easy snorting on campus or on the go.) AS SOON as that oxy hit my nose I knew everything would be better. One of my sticks was under my tongue, and within five minutes the ordeal was under control. Mind you I wasn't feeling high at all, I was feeling 'normal.
I don't know how I survived that, but that was the day I quit using hard drugs. I never ever wanted to go back to the literal hell I had just narrowly escaped from.
- And perhaps the most bizzare part of this story is the grade I got on my final exam... I got an 81%.