You best benzo induced amnesia stories!

[hedtwin]

i wasw doing this play thing at school a bit ago and i was pretty nervous on teh openign night. SO one of my friends decided to give me some valium (cannot remember how much i had). Long and teh short of it is i fell asleep thus missing my cue and when i got on i had no idea what my lines where. :s.
i got in lots of trouble for that one.
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[Grand Master of Somniferon]

Ahh...what the hell. This is one of my favorite stories anyway, so I might as well share with the group.
So I had been doing Dexadrine all day, and for the comedown, decided that 3.5 mg of Xanax would be a good idea...along with 3-4 beers. Just sat down to watch TV, and as far as I remember, I just went to bed. Woke up the next morning in bed nekkid, with all of my clothes laid out, soaking wet. Thought maybe I pissed myself, but determined the fluid to be water. Talked to my roommate the next day, and he asked me if I was messed up the night before. I just told him I was real drunk, cuz he is a straight arrow. Apparently, I decided that I needed a shower, so I jimmied the lock on his door, went in his bathroom, and turned on the water, at which point he woke up to see what the hell I was doing. According to him, I was kneeling by the bathtub fully clothed, and when he inquired as to what I was doing, I just replied "nothing...Just cleaning up." He was tired, and it was around 3 AM, so he just told me to clean up after myself and turn off the light when I was done. At this point, I'm guessing I just hopped fully clothed into the shower, and then went back to bed. Never have taken that much xanax after that.

 

[Technical User]

It is mindblowing that this was posted here today!
Terrible blackout this Friday night. Totally out of Opiates after a month of use. So I decided I would give myself couple days to to clean up.
3pm - realized this was going to be difficult, to not hook-up with any opiates and stay clean!
4pm - went to my Man's house (a 55 year old epileptic neighbor who has been collecting Benzos since the 70' s.) With $60 in my pocket. I bought only 10 Koloopins, so that left me with about $50.
4:30pm - Me and the man went to shoot a game of pool at the local bar. Had a shot of Jagermeister and a beer to wash down 3.5mg of Kolonopins.
5:30pm - Took the man home because he wasn't feeling good, He had a whole head full of Benzos. This is the last thing I remember , Saying later to him and saying thanks!
8pm - faint memories of getting out of my car. Falling on my face going up the stairs.
6am - Waking up - and realizing "Holy Shit, I was smashed last night. I walked out to my car and realized that my bumper was cracked and that my rear view mirror was missing. I also noticed that my car was very muddy. But it was still dark so I didn't realize what was to come!
I went back in the house thinking "Damn what the hell did I do".
Checked my wallet, one single dollar in it! Woh, "Where the hell did I go".
7am - Went back to sleep, to be awakened by the phone ringing! It was the bar owner asking if I was alright. "Sure", I said. "A little bit of a hangover but nothing more. WHY! I asked!"
He told me I walked into Bar at 6pm order a beer, spilled it all over the place by dropping a glass and shatering it every where. Went into the bathroom, fell down in there, he picked me up and took me into the Backroom. Where he said I could rest for awhile ( even though I only live 7 houses down).
I have a faint memory of this too!, but I thought it was a dream. Climbing out of a very small window, which I was barely able to fit through and Running to my car!
The bar owner(which is also a good friend, so this all became quite humurous in the light of a new day) said that I never quite made it onto the road, I drove down the sidewalk and in the grass(which is why my car was all muddy), taking out all seven mailboxes down to my house! Including my own mailbox!
So needless to say, I told Joe the Bar owner to hold on, I quickly ran down to the street, and looked up towards the bar. And god Damn, there was Mud tracks leading directly to my car from the bar, and broken mailboxes are far as the eye could see!
10am - A visit to the hardware store, 3 bags of cement and seven mailboxes - and then to all my neighbor's houses, to apologize and to say some bullshit story of how I swerved to avoid hitting a dog in the street and lost control when I hit the slick grass!
The craziest thing is only one of my neighbors noticed their mailbox was totaled before 10am. I deffinately live in a cool neightborhood!
Well now its Wednesday evening and all the mail boxes are fixed, and I have been working in the freezing cold for 3 days fixing the damn things, and damnit I going to go back on the Opiates.
Its much safer sitting on the couch in an Opiate daze after work, then it is driving through town with a head full of benzos crashing the car through all your neighbors yards.

 

[dan0125]

Here's my story:
One night I was partying with some friends, drinking beer, smoking some pot, and watching movies at my place. We watched Easy Rider (great movie) and Play Misty For Me (decent Clint Eastwood movie) if anyone cares. Anyway, after 8 or 9 beers, and countless bong rips, the movies were finally over and my friends and I decided to call it a night.
Eventually everyone is gone except one guy who decided to hang around a while to sober up a bit since he had to drive himself home. We are sitting around relaxing and listening to the stereo when I decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to break out the Xanax so I'd be able to go to sleep easily, as if I really needed that, after the alcohol/pot mix. I can handle a fair amount of Xanax due to my size, I'm a fairly big guy. My usual recreational dose is 5mg, which gives me a decent buzz, but doesn't cause me to blackout or anything. Well this night, in my slightly inebriated state of mind, I decided 7mg oughta do the trick. Well about 20 mins later I feel myself getting really messed up from the Xanax and this is all I remember before I blacked out. My friend left by this point. The next morning I wake up in my backyard, passed out on the deck next to my pool. My hands, arms, and legs were scraped up, and I had a bruise on my back, all of which I have no idea how they got there. This kind of scared me, because I could've fallen in the pool and drowned or something.
Well that about wraps up my story, the point being... be careful with benzo's people, especially when combined with alcohol!
[ 17 January 2002: Message edited by: dan0125 ]

 

[akshEn74]

Oh shit i have hu ndreds of stories about this(unfourtunately!)
These are probably the worst 2
Akshen74 and the wrecked cyatic nerve
Well on this occasion i consumed about 40mg diazepam and 210mg oxazepam,i was cruising along feeling alright.Next i know my friend has turned up with a taste of herion so i had that and was fine,i think we may have partaken in some more pills.Anyway he said he left me sitting on the end of my bed,needless to say i didn;t wake up there.I woke up in my boxers laying on a pile of Cd cases,with a hematoma(sp?) the size of a basketball on my hip(really,it was that big).Well my parents wouldn't believe me when i said i was in pain,they just thought i wanted more drugs!So about 12hours after waking up they decided i wasn't faking and took me to hospital,where i spent the next 10 days being pumped full of morphine.Anyway it turned out i'd crushed my cyatic nerve.5 years later and my right leg is still fucked
Story 2
On this occasion my Ex and i picked various scripts of Diazepam,oxazepam and clonazepam i have no idea how much i took,apparently i kept forgeting id taken any so id take some more.I remember nothing of this episode only what people and police reports tell me.First of i crashed my car on the other side of the city,my ex went to hospital i was fine.When i went to see her in hospital(at 3am) i was throwen out.So i went back to her house,broke in and decided i needed the fireplace going,so i collected all the paper in the house(books,newspapers everything)and burnt that all night,leaving ash and soot all over the house.At some stage her flatmates came home and promptly threw me out.So i went round the corner snuck up a driveway and into someones Subaru Impreza(the cops said i was ambitous!)Anyway i dont know how i planned to steal it,i dont know how to hotwire a car.I guess the owner came out to see what was going on and found me asleep.Anyway not much more happened the police came i was arrested(but not charged).They thought i may have been crazy so they called in a Pshyciatric assesment team,but all they said was get him of the drugs and he's fine So i woke up 3days after taking the pills on my parents couch.I can clearly remember asking whats going on(because all of this happened 250km from my parents house)The police had called them from Melbourne to pick me up.They took me 5000km away to far North Queensland 3days later to get off drugs

Oh yeah Technical user and Somniferon have the best so far me thinks
[ 17 January 2002: Message edited by: akshEn74 ]

 

[dr seuss]

excuse me i can't give specific dosage infotmation cause i was too young. however, i know the drugs involved were efexor, an anti-depressant, diazepams of a generic nature, valium, prozac, codeine and a whole lil medical cabinet full of prescription shit. we were on a school camp - i was about 13 i think - and we started by dropping 7 valium on the bus, and we continued to dump pills all day for three days. all i can remember from the entire trip was that it was dark, or we were in a museum, or we were in the bus. i know the hotel staff wouldn't bother serving us food after the first day. i know that when we went ice-skating i immediately started going backwards and skating like a pro, when i'm an unco-ordinated 'lollipop' who can barely stand at the best of times...
after a full three days which included a failed escape attempt the 6 of us who were seriously popping pills had done well over two hundred pills between us. we got home, everyone had a night off, then we met up to go to a movie. i remember swallowing only 3 efexor 120mg, and then... absolutely nothing. i woke up a full 24hours later, in a strange house. i had been home, been out with my g/f, bought some cds, etc. etc. i had no idea where i was - or who's clothes i was wearing. i left the house through the front door and discovered i was a good 3 hours from my home. i never saw anyone in that house, but it was a nice place. i was wearing really nice clothes, but they sure as fuck weren't mine. i put my hands in my (?) pockets, and they were full of broken glass. i walked for day to get home and collapsed. to this day i have no idea where that time went, a full day had passed.
oh well, didn't kill me, made me stronger
peace

 

[thinctwo]

hmmm... to me, anyone who can remember dosages didnt do too much, or even that much.. i ate like 50 bars in a week and dont remember much... falling off my bike, stuff like that. a few friends doing similar things and i took up the habit of complementing the fast food window people's breasts after they gave us the food. today i have a big gash on my finger from god-knows-what i did a few nights ago...
my question is, if i dont have concrete memories of benzos, how can i record and retell my actions? but whatever.

 

[Tylerdurden]

I usually can tell by the blister packs lying around the next day, but otherwise there is no way to tell...

 

[AbraMontague]

My Story (Not that great): One of the only times I had a bad blackout from benzos was taking 1mg xanax, snorting .5mg xanax, and 8 beers before that. I didn't seem very fucked up at the time but I ended up driving around in MY car with a friend while smoking a blunt, drunk as hell, and blacking out. Thankfully, the car was ok the next day. But the funny thing about benzos is that you don't always feel fucked up at the time, but the next day, you only remember bits and pieces of the night. When I woke up, I didn't know where I was and looked around. I was in bed in my room but I still haven't figured out how I made it back there.
A Girl at a Party (funnier story, I guess): Somebody at the party is selling Xanax bars and this unfortunate girl decides she wants some. She thinks they are a stimulant so she keeps right on drinking after popping one, popping another 15 minutes later because she isn't feeling stimulated, and another half of one 30 minutes later. So a grand total of 5mg of Xanax by an unsuspecting girl with a beer in her hand. Well, I guess she wasn't having too much fun there so she heads home (or somewhere) in her car. She's sober still, they haven't totally kicked in yet. She hops in the car...blackout...she is awakened by emergency personel and doesn't know where she is. Then she notices the blood on her face, the cracked windshield, the totaled car she is sitting in, and the tree on the side of the road that got in her way. Moral of the story: don't confuse xanax with ritalin.