• Welcome Guest

    Forum Guidelines Bluelight Rules
    Fun 💃 Threads Overdosed? Click
    D R U G   C U L T U R E

Your scariest moment related to drugs

Driving home on 2.7 grams of Mushrooms. 20 minute drive across town at night.

Here's what happened.

I met up with a buddy at his house. We planned on going to a party a few streets away but I wanted to trip so I left my car at his house. I eat the mushrooms on the way to the party. A few hours in and I'm experiencing what I recognize as Ego Death for the first time. I pull out my phone to check the time and realize my phone had been messing up. My grandmother had been calling and it had answered a few times. I was right in front of some speakers and so she could hear everything. I was on probation at the time because of her so I said screw it and walked outside and called her. She told me to come home immediately or she would call the police on me. I said well shit...I'm screwed if I go, I'm screwed if I don't. I got my friend to drive me to my car and drove all the way home. I came inside and started talking to her and ditched a quarter of shrooms and scales I had on me on the way home. She started to look skeletal and was extremely pissed at me and was still threatening me with the cops but I managed to calm her down and she never knew I was tripping! The threat by her of calling the cops is why I ditched the scales and quarter. Anyways, I go to my bedroom and am thinking about returning to where I ditched them to recover them but I wasn't about to leave cause if she knew I left, she would've definitely called the cops. Anyway, I wake up at like 6AM the next morning and go to where I ditched them. At first, I didn't see them then I found them and was so excited but quickly stashed them in my pocket and walked back home.

The thing is, I never freaked out emotionally, yes, I was stressed, but I wasn't thinking I was dying or anything like that, I acted rationally. Strange cause nowadays mushrooms seem to make me anxious and in my head. I have others I'll post as I recall them in detail.

Summary:Drove home carrying shrooms,scales while tripping thinking the police would be after me because my grandmother told me she was going to call them on me at any minute.
 
One time I was picking up some blows in the middle of the night (stupid idea). I ended up getting a gun held to my head and robbed for $70. That was some scary shit...
 
SoCalGirl said:
I was going into a SEVERE Xanax withdrawal over a year ago (was taking a 2mg bar every hour for weeks due to bad back pain and panic), but I was also doing a lot of meth, and drinking a lot. My memory was going to hell. I was constantly fighting with me parents (I have to live with them for the time being) so I got up and went to a friend's house, who turned out not to be a real friend, but just some loser who liked drama. He kept me loaded at his house, granted I COULD have not used but I was already to far gone, and I didn't think I was that far gone though. He kept wanting me to give him sexual favors or get naked and let him see me, and I was like, no, fuck you. So one morning I got up, did a bump, made myself a drink, and went to lay out and get a tan (it was last May, and it was hot, in LA.) I started getting weird cuz I was too fucked up, and decided for some reason to use my Blackberry to record a run-down of everything I was doing. I went for a walk in my bikini around his neighborhood. Now, I had a warrant out for my arrent for something I did the previous September. My "friend" never told me he was going to call the cops. He called my parents and said I was losing my mind. (Well, he didn't think that when HE was getting high and drunk and trying to make me give him hand-jobs.) They told him to call the psychiatric emergency team, so I would go to the hospital. But he called the cops, told them I had a weapon and that I was dangerous. (I was 102 lbs and I'm 5'4". I really can't cause a lot of harm, with a BLACKBERRY. Wow, what a weapon...) The cops did not make themselves known, they snuck up on me, 4 of them, and tackled me HARD to the ground, while 2 of them unloaded pepper spray into my face until I could not breathe at all. I knew I had a concussion and whip lash the moment I hit the ground, too. They cuffed me and rinse my face off though it hurt for 3 weeks and tore my face up, and my "friend" filed a police report saying I had been TRESPASSING at his place. The place he actually have driven to my own place to get me from, told me to use his mailing address for anything, and laid out a spread of meth, Oxy, Xanax, alcohol, candy bars, and danishes by my bed every night even though I thought that was creepy. As i was being driven to jail, he appeared by the car in a lame pink little t-shirt that he'd changed into just for the occasion I guess, and told me, "You are a good person." Thanks, fucktard. (I told the cops he'd been trying to keep me as a sex slave.) he let them search my bags and stuff but he'd hidden all the drugs (cuz they were his too) and said he thought I'd been trying to steal from him. Anyway, I ended up in county jail for 3.5 months, but that was not the bad part. The bad part was that I had to go through Xanax withdrawal there with no help. I began getting delirious, forgetting my own name and thinking i was a multiple personality with another personality named Mary. I was having such realistic nightmares I could not tell if they were real or not. Finally I became unconscious. The deputies thoought I'd hit my head falling from a bed, but it was all from the Xanax withdrawal AND the attack from the cops when they arrested me. I woke up in the jail hospital not remembering two days, I was unconscious though them putting a morphine IV drip in me, and I forgot most of what happened after the arrest till that time.

Still, the idiot doctors thought (because of some things my "friend" had said, making it seem like I was mentally ill and crazy) that I'd had a severe catatonic schizophrenic break along with a massive manic (bipolar) episode. Not once did they think it was due to drugs, or the head injury, even though I got MRIs and CAT scans that showed I had a skull fracture and fluid in the base of my brain from the arrest attack.

So they put me in a horrible psych ward where everyone was in isolation in these bare white rooms with no privacy, no time out of our rooms/cells, no commissary, not even to eat outside of the rooms. Only to shower every couple days in a group shower. I was put on heavy anti-psychotics, even though I told them I was not psychotic or hearing voices, etc., and put on an antidepressant too. Thank GOD I talked them into giving me a little Klonopin every night.

The meds had a huge negative effect on me right away, I lost the feeling in my legs and hands and could not walk or do anything with my hands (eat, etc.) I was put in a wheelchair. Mentally I was in a complete fog from the meds and I could not even think long enough to read a paragraph from a book. I could hardly even blink my eyes. People thought I'd had a stroke. I KNEW it was from all the meds they were giving me but they would not agree.

I was there for about a month, had to be showered and fed because my body would not work for me to do them myself. My "friend" visited me and I begged him to bail me out, I thought I was going to die in there. But i was not bailed out. My "friend" began to visit me every weekend, smiling huge each time like it was Christmas or something, making stupid sex jokes that I really hated him for, and he "forgot" that he had said I was trespassing. (Charges were dropped.)

SO due to my overusing certain drugs, I ended up with a head injury, amnesia, I lost my senses of smell and taste for god due to the ways the meds acted on my body so now food tasted like shit and I can't smell anything at all, I got acne on my face from the medication, I could not shower or wash my hair well due to my limbs and hands being so stuff from the meds my hair was always greasy and dirty, but worst of all I GAINED 40 LBS in 3.5 MONTHS!!!

The heavy meds ruin your metabolism, even tho I was not eating much AT ALL (who wants to eat jail food?) I made a living before modeling, acting,singing, gogo dancing, and all my clothes were in my small size. It's been over a year since this all began and I still have a good 25 lbss to lose to get back to my normal weight. I can't afford not to lose thhe weight. Plus I am so upset about it, it keeps me from trying to get back into a normal life... i don't feel comfortable dressing certain ways, going to certain places, dating... my self-esteem is SHOT.

I was sent to 8 months in a residental rehab program for the mentally ill, after jail, cuz they kept saying I was schizo-affective (schizophrenic and bipolar). I KNEW I had anxiety/panic problems and sometimes depression, but I was not psychotic and not bipolar. When I was HIGH and may have SEEMED like I was!!! But I wasn't. Still i was in the rehab place and it was horrible too, county-run so not top quality, everyone was treated like they were 5, tons of rules like we were 5... Therapists who were shitty, and doctors who did not listen to you. I was finally put on a med to help the bad side effects, but it was still bad till I got off the meds a few months ago. Those meds fucked me up WAY more than any illegal drugs ever did...

OK so that was long, but that was my story. My scariest time due to drugs. If someone had just listened to me that it was Xanax withdrawal and a head injury, things would have been A LOT different, but no one listened. They all thought they knew what the problem was, and they were wrong.

I still do drugs, I just don't get dependent on them and don't do them to the point of losing control. I thought to make things kinda of with my "friend" but he's gotten even weirder since I've been back. Asking me all sorts of weird things, wanting me to act crazy like I used to, so he can be entertained by it. He bought me stripper shoes, feather boas, and costume hats to try to make me dress for him, but that would never happen. He still has some of my things at his house and refuses to meet with me now to give them back, so I don't know how that's going to end...

WELL THAT WAS MY STORY! 8)
Click to expand...


^^^^^^^

This would make a great movie, sounds like everyone was conspiring against you.
 
The worst thing i ever had happen was either this time i had been tweeked out of my mind for a few days and was coming down...hard. I couldnt get there, though. I was miserable, tired, and no amount of meth was going to get me high and I wasnt able to sit still long enough to pass out. I was sick, i felt like shit and i had a headache. My friend asked me if i wanted a pain pill. I said sure, whatever, maybe it will knock me out. I assumed it was a vicodin. I had no tolerance to opiates. It was oxycontin, either 40 mg or 80 mg, i dont know which. By the time we got back to my house, i was passed out in the car and drooling. In fact, my friend had to half drag, half carry my skinny ass in and throw me on the couch. She watched me until she was sure i wasnt going to die. Apparently, at the worst, I was breathing 4 times a minute, and it was sporadic. She wanted to make sure i wasnt going to throw up and aspirate on it.

Another time, with the same friend, we had snorted an INSANE amount of cocaine in the span of two or three days. I want to say it was like a half an ounce but i am not sure. It was a lot of money. We did lines every 10 minutes or so, never slept. By the end of it we had awful nosebleeds, and one of my eyes kept twitching and i couldnt see right out of it. I surmised that i was about to have a stroke (I did not). I didnt care. In fact, my suggestion was that we hurry up and finish it because i was afraid if i had a stroke i wouldnt be able to hold my straw.

I tried to kill myself when i was getting off meth because i was miserable. I took a whole bottle of xanax. I slept two days and pissed myself.

And the shadow people....my God arent they something.

Its a miracle ive lived, really.
 
When I thought I was having an OD, but I just got really fuckin high on meth, paranoid as hell and panic attacked. :( Haven't taken meth again since that, never will.
 
SoCalGirl said:
I was going into a SEVERE Xanax withdrawal over a year ago (was taking a 2mg bar every hour for weeks due to bad back pain and panic), but I was also doing a lot of meth, and drinking a lot. My memory was going to hell. I was constantly fighting with me parents (I have to live with them for the time being) so I got up and went to a friend's house, who turned out not to be a real friend, but just some loser who liked drama. He kept me loaded at his house, granted I COULD have not used but I was already to far gone, and I didn't think I was that far gone though. He kept wanting me to give him sexual favors or get naked and let him see me, and I was like, no, fuck you. So one morning I got up, did a bump, made myself a drink, and went to lay out and get a tan (it was last May, and it was hot, in LA.) I started getting weird cuz I was too fucked up, and decided for some reason to use my Blackberry to record a run-down of everything I was doing. I went for a walk in my bikini around his neighborhood. Now, I had a warrant out for my arrent for something I did the previous September. My "friend" never told me he was going to call the cops. He called my parents and said I was losing my mind. (Well, he didn't think that when HE was getting high and drunk and trying to make me give him hand-jobs.) They told him to call the psychiatric emergency team, so I would go to the hospital. But he called the cops, told them I had a weapon and that I was dangerous. (I was 102 lbs and I'm 5'4". I really can't cause a lot of harm, with a BLACKBERRY. Wow, what a weapon...) The cops did not make themselves known, they snuck up on me, 4 of them, and tackled me HARD to the ground, while 2 of them unloaded pepper spray into my face until I could not breathe at all. I knew I had a concussion and whip lash the moment I hit the ground, too. They cuffed me and rinse my face off though it hurt for 3 weeks and tore my face up, and my "friend" filed a police report saying I had been TRESPASSING at his place. The place he actually have driven to my own place to get me from, told me to use his mailing address for anything, and laid out a spread of meth, Oxy, Xanax, alcohol, candy bars, and danishes by my bed every night even though I thought that was creepy. As i was being driven to jail, he appeared by the car in a lame pink little t-shirt that he'd changed into just for the occasion I guess, and told me, "You are a good person." Thanks, fucktard. (I told the cops he'd been trying to keep me as a sex slave.) he let them search my bags and stuff but he'd hidden all the drugs (cuz they were his too) and said he thought I'd been trying to steal from him. Anyway, I ended up in county jail for 3.5 months, but that was not the bad part. The bad part was that I had to go through Xanax withdrawal there with no help. I began getting delirious, forgetting my own name and thinking i was a multiple personality with another personality named Mary. I was having such realistic nightmares I could not tell if they were real or not. Finally I became unconscious. The deputies thoought I'd hit my head falling from a bed, but it was all from the Xanax withdrawal AND the attack from the cops when they arrested me. I woke up in the jail hospital not remembering two days, I was unconscious though them putting a morphine IV drip in me, and I forgot most of what happened after the arrest till that time.

Still, the idiot doctors thought (because of some things my "friend" had said, making it seem like I was mentally ill and crazy) that I'd had a severe catatonic schizophrenic break along with a massive manic (bipolar) episode. Not once did they think it was due to drugs, or the head injury, even though I got MRIs and CAT scans that showed I had a skull fracture and fluid in the base of my brain from the arrest attack.

So they put me in a horrible psych ward where everyone was in isolation in these bare white rooms with no privacy, no time out of our rooms/cells, no commissary, not even to eat outside of the rooms. Only to shower every couple days in a group shower. I was put on heavy anti-psychotics, even though I told them I was not psychotic or hearing voices, etc., and put on an antidepressant too. Thank GOD I talked them into giving me a little Klonopin every night.

The meds had a huge negative effect on me right away, I lost the feeling in my legs and hands and could not walk or do anything with my hands (eat, etc.) I was put in a wheelchair. Mentally I was in a complete fog from the meds and I could not even think long enough to read a paragraph from a book. I could hardly even blink my eyes. People thought I'd had a stroke. I KNEW it was from all the meds they were giving me but they would not agree.

I was there for about a month, had to be showered and fed because my body would not work for me to do them myself. My "friend" visited me and I begged him to bail me out, I thought I was going to die in there. But i was not bailed out. My "friend" began to visit me every weekend, smiling huge each time like it was Christmas or something, making stupid sex jokes that I really hated him for, and he "forgot" that he had said I was trespassing. (Charges were dropped.)

SO due to my overusing certain drugs, I ended up with a head injury, amnesia, I lost my senses of smell and taste for god due to the ways the meds acted on my body so now food tasted like shit and I can't smell anything at all, I got acne on my face from the medication, I could not shower or wash my hair well due to my limbs and hands being so stuff from the meds my hair was always greasy and dirty, but worst of all I GAINED 40 LBS in 3.5 MONTHS!!!

The heavy meds ruin your metabolism, even tho I was not eating much AT ALL (who wants to eat jail food?) I made a living before modeling, acting,singing, gogo dancing, and all my clothes were in my small size. It's been over a year since this all began and I still have a good 25 lbss to lose to get back to my normal weight. I can't afford not to lose thhe weight. Plus I am so upset about it, it keeps me from trying to get back into a normal life... i don't feel comfortable dressing certain ways, going to certain places, dating... my self-esteem is SHOT.

I was sent to 8 months in a residental rehab program for the mentally ill, after jail, cuz they kept saying I was schizo-affective (schizophrenic and bipolar). I KNEW I had anxiety/panic problems and sometimes depression, but I was not psychotic and not bipolar. When I was HIGH and may have SEEMED like I was!!! But I wasn't. Still i was in the rehab place and it was horrible too, county-run so not top quality, everyone was treated like they were 5, tons of rules like we were 5... Therapists who were shitty, and doctors who did not listen to you. I was finally put on a med to help the bad side effects, but it was still bad till I got off the meds a few months ago. Those meds fucked me up WAY more than any illegal drugs ever did...

OK so that was long, but that was my story. My scariest time due to drugs. If someone had just listened to me that it was Xanax withdrawal and a head injury, things would have been A LOT different, but no one listened. They all thought they knew what the problem was, and they were wrong.

I still do drugs, I just don't get dependent on them and don't do them to the point of losing control. I thought to make things kinda of with my "friend" but he's gotten even weirder since I've been back. Asking me all sorts of weird things, wanting me to act crazy like I used to, so he can be entertained by it. He bought me stripper shoes, feather boas, and costume hats to try to make me dress for him, but that would never happen. He still has some of my things at his house and refuses to meet with me now to give them back, so I don't know how that's going to end...

WELL THAT WAS MY STORY! 8)
Click to expand...


Short of dying, that's the worst drug story I've heard.
 
An 8th of High quality Crystal MDA in one night, the night was filled with ridiculous hallucinations, passing out, struggling to not literally chew my face off, but it wasn't scary, it was awesome! What was scary? The ridiculous comedown of brain zaps madness, delirium and struggling to stay concious.

I went to work on the 3rd day of the week long meltdown, someone dropped a box and my vision backflipped and i lost conciousness for a second. Definately took a long time for brain to repare, still not properly repared now, but the best it will ever probably get.
 
Last year I was at a "friends" house ( who I don't speak to anymore ) and were having a small party and doing lots of drugs. I started the evening by popping 2 ecstasy pills and drinking a gigantic shot of tequila. Then, my friend got the idea to buy some really, REALLY good coke from his dealer and we ended up snorting like 3 or 4 bags worth of it while still tripping our asses off. We even smoked some of it by dipping the tip of a cigarette in the powder on each puff, which I thought was really amazing 'cause I've never done that before haha. On top of that there was a lot of bud and some xanax I barely remember taking so basically we were all fucked up on copious amounts of drugs. I came with my friend D whom I knew from school and it was at this guy's house, L, and at that point I've only met him a couple times. These people were in their late 20's and early 30's so just imagine two 17 year olds hanging out with older drug addicts. I remember this one guy at the party that I had never met before until that night was showing off his tazer and kept turning it on near my friend S's face. He was just trying sleep from all the binging and woke up to electricity crackling near his face lol poor guy.......So anyways thinking L was cool and all he showed his true colors that night when his wife, J, who never liked taking drugs, was trying to force her to take some ecstasy. She never wanted to and was telling us a story about how the first time she ever took it and threw up for about an hour so she didn't want to go through that whole experience all over again. No one else minded except for L because he wanted her to "join the party." All of a sudden he took her to the other room and started screaming at her to take it or he was going to kick her out of the house with nowhere to go. The whole time I was thinking what the hell was going on 8( and we just all stayed quiet while continuing to snort some more lines. They finally came out of the room with him pushing her and grabbing her arm and she just decided to take it. I wasn't coherent enough to say anything or even move because I was too messed up to be in the middle of something like that so on by one everyone decided to leave. He started to get furious and asking why we were leaving as if nothing was going on in that fucking place 8). So instead of pissing him off even further we all decided to go across the street to S's apartment. After like half an hour we went back to L's house to chill for the rest of the night. Mind you I was like a zombie so I was just complying with what everyone else wanted to do lol. For some stupid reason L and his wife,J, started arguing and all of a sudden he hit her on her arm abusing her and was pushing her right in front of us because she kept saying shit like "I fucking hate you! No body really cares about me or loves me! I hate myself! I'm going to move out of here and start picking up guys at the club and see how you fucking like it!!!" They kept raising their voices back and forth and it was just frightening to say the least.

Fast forward to the end of our relationship with this guy... he ended up going to jail and she left him and moved out to her mother's house to get away from him. I found out that L had been taking medication for his bi-polar disorder and depression so that's why he would act out after taking all those drugs. I stopped talking to all five of them because of so much drama we all had with each other like about how my friend, D, started sneaking around from her boyfriend and sleeping with our other friend, F, and then stealing L from his wife and being a little home wrecking slut. I was honestly caught in the middle of all this and spectating everything that was going on, but I had my moments where I got into it with L 'cause he was the biggest asshole who I despised so much for being who he was. He would accuse me of shit I didn't say and was basically hot and cold with me every time I was around him. I'm not the type of person to be getting into drama and shit because if anything I was the quiet, friendly kid in school. These were assholes my friend D had introduced me too. It was exactly like something you would see out of a movie no lie. Never again am I doing that amount of drugs in one day and with people in a shady neighborhood :|
 
Wakin up next to my girl who OD in the middle of the night. The previous day/night we went out with everyone cause her bday was the next day. I think of all the drugs we did that day, it was the methadone/xanax combo that got her. Straight up, that shit was scary yo. Rip.
 
BluffBoy said:
Wakin up next to my girl who OD in the middle of the night. The previous day/night we went out with everyone cause her bday was the next day. I think of all the drugs we did that day, it was the methadone/xanax combo that got her. Straight up, that shit was scary yo. Rip.
Click to expand...

That's horrible.. I don't know what I'd do. :\
 
getting arrested with a large ammount of drugs. Overdoses i've had plenty but an agressive police force is much more frightening and plus OD'ing on heroin you dont feel anything, compared to various police men beating you naked.
 
Scariest drug moment for me? Man, I'll never forget it. A year or two ago my boyfriend and I were on one of our binges slammin' meth. We'd been on a good one for weeks until we finally decided to stop. We told each other we were done and it was time to clean up. We went to the store to get our munchies for the next few days that we would be down. Well, who do I see at the store? My dealer.. Next thing I know we were getting our "last bag"
We went home to do it and when we were mixing the shit up my boyfriend mentioned it wasn't breaking down right. But us idiots still did it.. We were ok then, but after awhile we decided to do another shot. Again, it just wasn't breaking down correctly. And both of us felt weird after the first one, but we still did it and a bigger one. I did mine first and guess what? I missed the whole shot! First and last time I'd EVER done that. I couldn't believe it! I almost cried, cause what a wasted of shit. Haha.. Anyway, I told my boyfriend to do his and I'd do another one after him. Ugh, I'll never forget this part. He told me he didn't feel right and wanted to wait. The sweet girlfriend I am- I said, "you pussy, come on!" that sentence still haunts me.. About 2 minutes after he did his shot... He went stiff and told me (very fast) that he loved me. I looked at him like what the fuck? And he pulled his shirt up and underneath his heart was a pocket of fluid. He weirdly regained some sense and told me to get him up (and at this point he's panicking) and to get him in a COLD bath. We slowly got to the bathroom and when he looked at me it looked like his skin on his face was drooping! And then to his legs.. He about threw himself in the cold water and started splashing the cold water in his face. Then, he kinda started going in and out. He hates the police more then anything, so I asked him if he wanted me to call his dad, because something was terribly wrong. He looked at me and said, "You need to call 911 now! And tell them everything." That's when I lost it. I called 911 and tried to (I was a crying f'ed up mess) tell them what was going on. And when I looked over at the tub, his lips looked stiff and he was about to go out.. I got in behind him and tried hold him up so he wouldn't drowned. After I gave the dispatcher his information she said she put it out to the police. WTF!? Well, my boyfriend has a terrible reputation with the police and I know when his name came over the radio- They had a field day. The police who showed up, were two who put him in prison YEARS before for drug trafficking and selling illegal guns. (sounds like a shitty guy, I know!! But I've known him since I was a kid and it was way out of character for him and he was young.)A few seconds later my boyfriend kinda comes out of it and stats splashing himself with ice cold water to shock himself and keep himself awake. He told me to get him out of the tub and in the front lawn. He looked at me and said, "do NOT let the police in!" I don't know how, but between him and I we got him outside. The police showed up, said his name and, "having a bad trip?" kinda with a chuckle. My boyfriend makes out the sentence, "I've been doing this for 10 years and I've never had this happen. Something isn't right!" During all this I'm putting ice cubes on his back and they are melting within seconds. He was on fire! The cops looked at each other and ones gets on his radio and says they needed an ambulance immediately. They now saw what was going on. My boyfriend was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance while I was left to deal with the police. They asked if I was using and I said no trying to cover up my huge miss! Then they quickly asked if I was the chiefs cousin.. Yup, their boss. They let me leave to follow the ambulance. And they never asked to go into my home. As I'm driving I start feeling numb and really hot.. I figured I was getting a panic attack, or was just really scared. Then as the drive went on, I started to feel my hands and feet cramp. I cranked the AC and tried to calm down. I called our dealer and told them what happened (they were our friends, too) and to get rid of everything.. JUST in case. You just never know! And then... My face and lips went numb and I could barely talk. I told my dude what was going on and he told me, "don't worry about us, get to a hospital and tell them what happened. You're having a stoke." At that second I turned a sharp right and went to my hospital. They didn't even bother putting me in a room before they started shooting me up with shit, checking my eyes, and pulse. I heard one doctor say he couldn't get my heart rate down. It was kind of just a blur from then on out. My parents stayed between both hospitals between my boyfriend and I. That's when I got to tell me parents (who don't even know what meth is!) that I'd been shooting up. Lots of tears that day.
So, come to find out there was animal tranquilizer in the shit and it attacks your nervous system. Once the big second shot got my boyfriend, his body started shutting down, raising his temperature, and filing fluid around his heart. The doctor told my family that the cold bath had a huge role in saving his life. It kept him (for the most part) alert, but the biggest thing it kept his temperature down. I think in the back of my boyfriends head he remembered what had just happen a month previously. His friend shot up bad shit and it immediately fried his brain from
getting too hot. To this day (about two years?) that friend is still on a certain type of life support and in a special home.. At the young age of 27 he will be like that forever.
The Doc also said my boyfriend was the 5th case he'd seen in 4 months of this and he was the only one to make it, so far.. There is more to come with this nasty shit! Then not even 48 hours my boyfriend was hauled to jail. I talked to him in jail all day for two days and then all of a sudden- nothing. Then I got a call saying he had been transferred to the hospital and that he had suffered a heart attack in jail. I found out it wasn't a serious heart attack, but that his heart was enlarged. Doc saw my boyfriend again for the heart problem and said, "I don't know if you're a religious man, but you need to become one. The two that made it from the first series of skin sagging and temperature rising- never made it past the heart attack.
Talk about a scary deal, huh? I think about it often and wonder what would have happened of I lost him? Or, if I wouldn't have missed that shot? Who
Would have saved both of us? I would have never been strong enough to fight the fight my boyfriend did.. He's one tough stubborn mother f*****! He told me once, "I fought for all I had that day. I wasn't going to die in front of you. I wasn't leaving you with that last memory of me." Gives me chills.. He quickly got over his thanking me for saving his life and returned to his smart ass self. Thank goodness :) I couldn't handle all that sappiness! And he stayed clean for a long time! That's another story.. :)
As for me? Well, I stayed in the hospital for two days with the only complications of not being able to get my heart rate down and an arm that was numb for SO long! I was SO devastated for missing that shot as I had never missed before, but now? Thank you, Jesus.
Although.. I just recently found out I have something going on with my heart now. And I had to relive this day with my doctor as he thinks it may be playing a part. But we're crossing our fingers that it's nothing too serious.
Oh! And the cop who made the call for the ambulance? He went to the hospital to personally apologies to my boyfriend for not handling the situation correctly and he hopes he makes a fast recovery.. He kept tabs on him for quite some time after that. GOOD tabs.. :)

Well, that's my scary drug moment. And please, if you notice something different with YOUR drug of choice- don't do it.
 
Last edited by a moderator:
For me is, the first time doing ketamine...

No one told me what it did if i kept going haha.
Was just a room of smiley faces. (this was back before id delve into my research before i delved into a drug)

So i did a nice line of it.. got wonky as fuck and i just was generally enjoying the wonkiness.
Did a second line.. was thining whoahhh im so light and this is amazing.. then i asked what does a 3rd one do? just increase this feeling?
"yeah sure"

3rd line gone.. Now i could probably feel the first line hitting me hard, then the second felt like a train..
then i could see myself.. (bearing in mind i didnt know K did this) so i had a really freaked out time i thought i had died... LOL

But i can look back and laugh now so its okay
 
myself flopping around on coke as a teenager, looking at the door-nob to my bed-room, trying to see if it was locked, really not wanting my mom to open the door and see that...

or the first time a friend did the same mid shot with cocaine, then trying to keep him on the bed, on his side, or responsive some how - big ol texas football playing weightlifting fool too. always cocaine, we hit that shit hard.
 
If your answer to this question isn't witnessing a friend or significant other overdose, then I'm willing to bet that you haven't witnessed a friend or significant other overdose.

It's a scary moment, man... one minute everyone's having a good time, grinding down pills, blowing down lines and whatever, the next... your close friend isn't responding to you and he's turning blue. Yeah, that's when shit get real...
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Top