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Your scariest moment related to drugs

panic in paradise said:
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.
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LoL.....I use to always lock my door when engaging in stims. Was always looking at my lock, being paranoid.
 
verso said:
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...
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Do you have a better chance of becoming a vegetable &/or winding up in a home with special needs if you over do stimulants or opiates? My answer & opinion is stimulants.
 
TheLostBoys said:
Do you have a better chance of becoming a vegetable &/or winding up in a home with special needs if you over do stimulants or opiates? My answer & opinion is stimulants.
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Damn! That's a tough question... and I haven't the slightest idea!

Why stimulants, do you think? I'm interested...
 
I used to take Ambien recreationally and if anyone has ever done so, you are quite aware it fucks you up something silly. Only planning on taking two, I found myself ingesting my entire script (30 10 mg tablets) in a single night. I stumbled around the hallways in my dorm until a friend of mind suggested I really needed to go to bed. My last thought before falling asleep was "I don't care if I ever wake up from this." I'm in no way a suicidal person, but being that fucked up can cause the mind to think incredibly irrationally. It's a miracle I woke up the next morning. I thank God almost everyday that I'm still on this earth after that incident.
 
XOnOneX said:
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.
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You are so incredibly lucky. I was expecting to read your boyfriend died, but I'm glad you guys were okay. Did you keep using?
 
so, i go to work to work third shift while my boyfriend at the time was securing some smack for the evening with his buddy
we were planning to do a hit together before i went to work but his buddy stalled out so i went to work without a hit
i'm at work all night, yadda yadda,
get home and want to take a hit, unlock the house, find nobody, go downstairs to the basement to find my ex and buddy nodding out
i woke them up, we talk about how my work was, crack some jokes while the ex cooks me up a hit
our new pit bull puppy was downstairs too and had to go potty, being how the two fucks had been nodding out for probably hours on end
so
my boyfriend shot me up and IMMEDIATELY i felt the pin pricks work up my arm and into the rest of my body
i put my coat on again, i had the puppy in my arms, stood up to walk upstairs to take her potty,
got "hoooolllyyy ffffffuckkkkk" syndrome,
and dropped like a 2 by four
obviously od'd, i couldn't walk up the stairs, i couldn't put my shoes on to take the puppy out, i had my arm around my ex's buddy's shoulders but he had to hold my wrist to hold me up,
and then when i got past that state, i was flipping my emotional shit at my bf cause he threw my glasses out the window of his truck several weeks prior
fuckkkedd uppp
also, when it was me and my ex and the same dude, dude od'd and my ex picked him up from around the waist and he was sitting indian style and his legs stayed like that and it was bad.
and on the note of psychs,
it wasn't the time i ate a quarter of psilocybin but several trips after that
when there were like 6 or 7 of us and we all ate an eighth for my girl's birthday
i had TERRIBLE fucking vibes, it was winter in michigan, we were all inside watching tim burton's alice in wonderland,
i looped for a minute (or many many many minutes?)
and came down and left my friend's and went back to my bf's
i'm like 115 lbs at 5'1, so an 1/8th of shrooms is a lot in a group setting
especially cause we all had a strictly-drug related relationship with all of them
bleh
 
my scariest moment on drugs

my scariest moment was this one time when i was on a month long oxy bender when I was snorting about 300mg+ a day just to get by. needless to say i was building an incredible tolerance and by the end that 300mg was just helping me get through my day as an
xray technologist at a hospital. i was pretty amazed no one else could tell how much of a spiral i was on at the time too. one day i decided enough was enough and I was basi cally broke so i tried to quit cold turkey. i heard of a friend of mine that detoxed himself quickly by taking nalterxone. so i got a pill of that and took it around noon on my first day without oxys....
holy $hit what a huge mistake that was. so after i spent an hour trading positions between sitting on the toilet with serious diahrea and puking my brains out i jumped in a cold shower and dont really remember anything after that. my dad found me in the shower called an ambulance and i went to the hospital. i went thru the most intense detox while there pulling out about 15 IV's they put in my arms just to helpp hydrate me. they gave me insane doses of morphine, ativan and god know what else because nothing would work. i ended up in the ICU with acute renal failure with my creatinine at 3.7!!!! they kept me a couple nights to get my kidneys back to normal and then sent me to a detox affiliate that slowly tapered me off methadone in a week.

the night I got out i went out and scored 5 more oxy 30s and railed them all. great idea huh? after realizing i was back on the wrong trail again i got myself into a suboxone program which i am about 7 months into now. recently i got myself into another 2 week binge doing 2 opana 40mgers a day and sometimes 3. I just got back on my subs again but never know when im going to slip again.... sorry how long this is but i have never actually wrote this whole mess out and it felt good to do....

glad to hear u both didnt die.... i often think of things like u missing ur shot like u never do and believe in fate myself. im not a deeply religious man but i believe in god and jesus and all that good stuff. i really do think things happen for a reason and u missing that shot was a lil message for u that i hope u listen to.
 
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Holy shit. Fuck those Abovetheinfluence pussy ads, if they want an effective scare-campaign for drugs just hand out flyers with the URL to this thread .. Crazy 8o
 
My most scarey time on drugs was many years ago. I was doing 3year sentence in a young offenders unit. Bloke in cell next door passed me a LSD blotter after coming back from home leave.
I had never even seen acid before then let alone take it. Anyway once we got banged up for tbe night I figured I would stick it in my mouth and see what happened.I proceeded to have worst 8hrs of my life.
I though the screws were lining up outside my cell to come in and give me a kicking. The DJs on the radio seemed to be telling me how I was gonna die that night, basically I had the worst feelings of paranoia all night.
Didn't enjoy it all but have since had more fun times with acid since that first time.
 
I had a few scary moments related to drug use but holy crap, not even worth mentioning compared to the stories in this thread. 8(
 
My friend fell out cold from a shot of dope. We were all in his truck in a parking lot between two cars on a bad side of town. We only had 1 rig between the 3 of us so J goes first and is debating how much to do since he took a xanax earlier. Well we look real damn suspicous in this parking lot so me and M are like who cares just hurry the fuck up. Well he shoots up and barely even gets the needle out his arm before slumping over at the wheel. So im like shit I grab the needle draw up my shit and hit myself as quick as I ever have it took maybe 30 seconds. In the back seat M is freking out "Im on probation I cant be here man I cant be here. Im like fine help me get him outta the car we jump out and I realize we are parked to close to the car on the driver side to get him out that way and I know time is wasting so I leave M with instructions to get rid of the drugs and I go inside to call 911. M has been down for 90 seconds to 2 minutes t this point I run in the applebees and tell the host I gotta use the phone he takes me back nd I dail 911 explain the situation hang up and go back to the car outside. M is gone and J is still out inside the car I try to get him out but im fucked up and hes bigger then me so I stop as I can hear the sirens. The paramedics arrived about 5 minutes after the OD they pull him out the car I tell them I dont know what happened but that he is an opiate addict. The cops are there standing next to me begining to question me he asks the fireman "will he make it?" fireman "I dont know". Right then I almost fell out I prayed for the first time in my adult life I was like this cant go down like this. They load him int he ambulance 30 seconds later we got him back narcan brought him strait back. I get put in back of cop car but M did his job no drugs no charges but my buzz was totally blown. crazy night.
 
Well, I still used here and there while he was in jail, but then
soon quit. I got scared! He eventually got out and stayed clean- both of us. For almost a year, but then went back to the shit. However, we are a lot more careful and aware. I can't believe we (mostly him) made it out alive..
 
Crymson said:
You are so incredibly lucky. I was expecting to read your boyfriend died, but I'm glad you guys were okay. Did you keep using?
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Well, I still used here and there while he was in jail, but then
soon quit. I got scared! He eventually got out and stayed clean- both of us. For almost a year, but then went back to the shit. However, we are a lot more careful and aware. I can't believe we (mostly him) made it out alive..
 
I only have a very scattered memory of this event, since it occurred 19 days after me and a friend received an order or 2g of phenazepam. I barely remember anything from those 19 days.
I had taken an unknown amount of phenazepam that day, but based on how little remained at the end of my binge I am certain it was at very least 20mg, though I do not know how pure the product was. At some point that day I got my hands on ten 30mg oxycodone pills and began popping/snorting them. My tolerance was fairly high at the time and I could easily handle 90mg, probably even 120. However, benzos and opiates are a deadly mix, and being blacked out on phenazepam, I didn't give my own safety a second thought. I ate/ snorted 120mg on top of all the phenazepam I had already taken.
All I remember from that night is sitting in my dorm room feeling the most intense nod I've ever experienced. I was drifting in and out of consciousness every few minutes, and whenever I nodded off I slipped into a bizarre and terrifying dream state. I was just aware enough to realize that this was not good and that I was in physical danger, but I was far too faded to do anything about it. I was begging my friends to not let me fall asleep, but they were also on benzos and eventually fell asleep themselves.

I woke up on the floor of my room with my legs on a chair and my head under my bed feeling like shit. I had fallen off my chair and slept on my back. I still felt a residual sense of dread left over from the terrifying nod I was experiencing the night before. This experience was a huge wake up call or me and got me to stop taking phenazepam. I was lucky, i i ha vomited in my sleep I easily could have died, not to mention the risk of resperatory depression.

Please don't ever mix benzos and opiates, it's asking for something bad to happen.
 
Mine was actually on a "legal" substance. It was a liquid called Red Dawn. I'm 90% sure it had DXM or something similar in it, because it went off the market for a while and came back with a new formula that doesn't do anything.
Other ingredients were yohimbine, phenibutic acid, caffeine, and just about every other legal substance that will actually do something to you
I used to do it all the time. Buy a $20 bottle of it, drink half, and trip out. It was like a combination of MDMA, alcohol, and ketamine
But one night my buddies and I bought a $60 bottle and split it amongst the 3 of us
I was already drunk and passed out soon after I dosed, but when I woke up 5 hours later, I had been transported into hell
The walls were waving diagonally, I fell down many times because I thought the floor was sideways.
Finally made it to the bathroom and projectile vomited all the contents of my stomach
Went downstairs to see if everyone else was awake
One of my friends was on the couch in the fetal position, rocking back and forth. The other locked himself in the bathroom and would not come out
I tried to watch a movie, but I felt so fucking crazy it was like having a never-ending panic attack.
Spent the next 3 days in that house, forcing myself to drink water so that when I threw up it wasn't pure bile.
Couldn't sleep, ended up reading all the ingredients on everything in the pantry, fridge, freezer.
Took a 6 hour long bath and shaved my legs? (im a dude)

When the 4th day came around I was only throwing up every 4 hours and felt like I could function enough to drive my car.
After that everything I ate/drank tasted terrible for 3 days (even water)
Throat was ripped apart from throwing up so much bile I got laryngitis and couldn't talk, along with intense sore throat.
That is the only time I truly thought I was going to die. Severe insomnia, dehydration, starvation, paranoia, hallucinations.
 
In highschool I combined 200mg of morphine and a large quantity of moonshine and moonshine peaches, got really fucked up and was seeing shit that wasnt there..I have done lots of psychedelics, it wasnt like that at all, this was a scary weird OD...I came down stairs after talking to a bunch of people for atleast 30 minutes (and my friends later told me that I was by my self just sitting there)...when I got down stairs everyone was just standing around outside acting normal, than my friend came up to me and was like we should dance battle..I thought it was as silly as it was weird, but it soon got creepy, pretty soon evrybody actually started dance-batlling in sync and shit it was crazy...I was so freaked out I went back up stairs and got my thoughts together...I went back down stairs and the same person approached me, asked the same question, and the same thing happened again...I freaked out went up stairs and blacked out totally...I came to later and I was across the street in a field right next store, surrounded by horses just standing there, I dont know how I even got over there...I looked around and everyone was running..apparently none of that shit had happened with the dance battles, I dont know how I got in the field, but a fight broke out and everyone had to leave, I saw my ride and some how got out of there without being left in a total world of insanity...opiates suck,...I like mushrooms now
 
Totally spun on acid in the park with a friend when we saw a car back into a wooded area and dump what looked like a body into the woods. We couldn't work up the nerve to go look closer to be sure, we were too freaked out. I'm pretty sure it was all in our heads, it would have ended up in the papers, but it did scare the shit out of us.
 
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