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Your scariest moment related to drugs

Br1tannia

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If you like, share your scariest moment related to drugs. It could be an OD, a seriously bad trip or something you caused when under the influence. I know they can be personal, but I like to talk about mine so others can learn, and to recall how stupid I was. I have two:

#1. Me and a friend both insufflated 1g of mephedrone each, at once, 500mg up each nostril. (we had already consumed 2g each that day and experienced hallucinations, probably because of the huge amount). It was 2am and we thought it would be an amazing idea to go for a walk, completley off our nuts. The stimulation was so intense it was unbelievable, i couldnt feel my body, my eyes couldnt focus on anything they were darting all over the place and everything was blurry and weird (the best and worst i have ever felt on anything). I heard my friend crying, he said he saw me get hit by a car (which i didnt) and didnt know what to think, he was fucked. after a minute i looked at him and his skin was blueish purple pretty much all over and he said "i dont feel too well", as soon as he said that, i thought, oh god, he's overdosed, he's gonna die right here. He then threw up a couple of times, no food just purely mephedrone in liquid form (his mouth and lips were burnt by the chemical once he had finished), he then lied down on the carpark and rolled around making groaning noises, still thought he was dying, there is no feeling worse than that. he got up and said he felt incredible, so i was relieved. The rest of the walk consisted of hallucinating people walking towards us, scary as shit in the pitch black outside. I will never forget that night, it terrified me.

#2. i had taken a few mgs of etizolam at 3pm on a wednesday, i blacked out and took the entire 30mg i had. I wake up thursday morning at 10 am not knowing what the fuck had happened. i looked at myself and i had a hospital wristband on and some sticky circle things (no idea what they are called in hospitals) stuck on my chest, wrists and ankles. I felt fucked up for a couple of days after. Thank god my dad found me and called an ambulance, good timing.

These are the reasons I hate drugs, but I love them at the same time. How about you?
 
Not the worst thng to happen to me on drugs, but it definitely scared me the most.
I was 16 n was gettin ready to go see a band at the house of blues, hollywood. Before I meet up with the homies to leave a couple lines of meth came my way via a good friend. This is my 1st time snorting the substance as opposed to smoking it (long time ago). I was just as wired n euphoric as ever n still had 20bucks left. I decide to throw my money on a buncha tallboys of high life. I fit em all into my backpack n a black plastic bag n head out the back of the house to the street via the allyey.
Bad fucking news.
as soon as i put on my sunglasses n look up I see a cop car at the end of the alley i was heading down. Instead of being an idiot n busting a 180, I walk ahead like no big deal.
I could feel my veins exploding out of my neck due to the intensity of the moment n the amphetamines.
I was close to vomiting when they just ride along past me without a 2nd glance.
I mean i was so close, the officer coulda grabbed me from his seat.
I quickly proceed to gtfo.
 
Well, my friend who I was tripping with and I both took the same dose. It was another friend who misweighed it and left for work (lesson learned). It was an accident; he misheard.

My friend & I remember things the wrong way round. I remember him doing things that he says I did, and vice versa. Seriously fucked up. For example, he vividly remembers sitting on the couch and watching me do things outside. I remember sitting on the couch and seeing him do things outside. Conversations were also remembered in exactly the reverse. We've tripped a lot together so instead of continually calling the other person insane, we've agreed never to talk about it again!!

We've also agreed to weigh our own drugs lol - take note! :D
 
Here's one for the books I picked up 2 dot of green maxi-dot acid (30 years ago) and my friend (not) had dosed it himself well it turns out that the 200 ug dose ended up being more like 2-3 mg of the best L-25 going then. well.... after seeing the entire nazi army march over my right shoulder and running through the streets of hermosa beach in my underwear i ended up in the WARD.and the rest as they say is history yadayada..M.

I forgot to mention the 2 hour interogation with the LA County Sheriffs while watching this deputy dogs badge turn into a psyco-delic pinwheel and listening to him tell me that he would put in Journey on his tape deck and everything would be just fine (ya right)
 
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One time I came off a two-day crystal bender (about half a gram, smoked/snorted) and I was on a wicked comedown...the only thing I had readily available the night I wanted to get some sleep was about 6 norco-10's. So i ate three of them, to see how i'd feel. about half an hour later, i got an overpowering nausea. I went into the bathroom, thinking I was going to spew. I thought that maybe taking them on an empty stomach was a bad idea. I couldn't throw up, but I started to overheat...in exactly 10 seconds time i went from normal body temp to absolutely dripping with sweat. I couldn't believe it...so i turned on the shower, as cold as it gets. I climbed in, had two bouts of projectile vomiting. Then the next thing I remember is waking up fetal position on the shower floor with the water still on, ice cold. Don't know how long I was down there, or what caused my violent reaction to the hydrocodone.

Needless to say my comedown remedy now is a half pint of vodka and pizza.
 
hmm maybe when i was sucked in a wormhole in trough the toilet wall, or when i was stuck in a morphing psychedelic room for what felt like ages. Not sure if i was scared but something like that :D
 
I NUK3D U said:
Well, my friend who I was tripping with and I both took the same dose. It was another friend who misweighed it and left for work (lesson learned). It was an accident; he misheard.

My friend & I remember things the wrong way round. I remember him doing things that he says I did, and vice versa. Seriously fucked up. For example, he vividly remembers sitting on the couch and watching me do things outside. I remember sitting on the couch and seeing him do things outside. Conversations were also remembered in exactly the reverse. We've tripped a lot together so instead of continually calling the other person insane, we've agreed never to talk about it again!!

We've also agreed to weigh our own drugs lol - take note! :D
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Yeah, i wouldn't trust anyone else to weigh some drugs. Thats sounds really weird and confusing man
 
duanomatic said:
One time I came off a two-day crystal bender (about half a gram, smoked/snorted) and I was on a wicked comedown...the only thing I had readily available the night I wanted to get some sleep was about 6 norco-10's. So i ate three of them, to see how i'd feel. about half an hour later, i got an overpowering nausea. I went into the bathroom, thinking I was going to spew. I thought that maybe taking them on an empty stomach was a bad idea. I couldn't throw up, but I started to overheat...in exactly 10 seconds time i went from normal body temp to absolutely dripping with sweat. I couldn't believe it...so i turned on the shower, as cold as it gets. I climbed in, had two bouts of projectile vomiting. Then the next thing I remember is waking up fetal position on the shower floor with the water still on, ice cold. Don't know how long I was down there, or what caused my violent reaction to the hydrocodone.

Needless to say my comedown remedy now is a half pint of vodka and pizza.
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Holy shit, thats nasty...alcohol + pizza = great tbh, sounds like a great rememdy ;)
 
Oh christ, I have so many "scary drug stories". This is basically the king of all bad trip stories:

Took 4 hits of acid, smoked a lot of weed and snorted a small amount of molly on 2-3 days without sleep coming off of a lot of speedy E pills. I should add that I have diagnosed psychological disorders (a recipe for disaster if I'm tripping and everything isn't 100% perfect), and hadn't taken my meds (klonopin) in awhile. As soon as the molly wore off, I went paranoid schizophrenic (prior to that the trip was pretty decent, I suspect coming off two rolls at once, not taking my meds and not sleeping played a huge role here). Within a 1 hour time span of the molly wearing off, I'd convinced myself that all the friends I was tripping with gave me fake drugs trying to make me look foolish & were videotaping me "trip" and the whole thing was plotted by my sister so that she'd win over my parents and cause them to disown me. Until I came to that conclusion I'd randomly pinned the blame on other people, even saying their name out loud at times and thoroughly confusing people. Everyone's eyes were glowing red like Satan, and everyone's faces were melting off - their faces were stuck in this weird, pouty frown. I began to see incredibly creepy visuals, like my family's car in front of the house I was at (I thought my mom and sister were watching me after that, even went over and looked at the car trying to bust them making fun of me, but obviously the car didn't actually exist when I tried to look at it, so I assumed they were inside the house somewhere instead), and I started to see my sister's handwriting materialize on walls insulting me. I started asking people where my sister was (in reality she had never met any of these people in her life), and to just "admit it" already because I knew what they were up to. Of course, they had no idea what I was talking about. They [my friends] assumed it was a bad trip, and tried to calm me down, but they were all tripping as well and really couldn't deal with it. After a couple more hours, I called my mom, after cutting her out of my life and hating her guts for months, and told her to come get me and bring my sister so that I could prove to everyone that they wwere all people brought in by my family to become my friend & then destroy me. Of course, my mom showed up, and wondered what in the fucking hell was wrong with me and had no idea what I was talking about.

It doesn't even end there. There's a lot more that happened, basically all revolving around me concluding various people had done "this" to me (given me fake drugs and caused me to "trip out" without actually tripping), but I don't want to write THAT long of a post. I had a LOT of explaining to do once I was sane enough to make contact with reality again. To this day I'm still not sure how much of that actually happened and how much was just me tripping. All I know for sure is that I'll never be the same person after that experience. I'm also 110 pounds, so... imagine that. lol
 
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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)
 
once my H dealer and her brother spent the night at my house. in the morning they made all of us speedballs. i did mine and next think i knew they were holding me back from jumping out the second story window! then the down part kicked in and all was cool. i never tried speedballs again.
 
Either 60 mgs 4-AcO-DMT and 20 mgs 2c-e+various JWH's or 20 mgs 2c-e+250ish mgs IM DMT. Each time the thought of death was undeniable and the panic/other things were causing body issues which made the thought even less deniable. Slept off the IM DMT and mainly rode out the AcO-DMT but had a small dose of Clonaz.
 
The first time i had a panic attack when i took 360mg of dxm and smoked 2 fat bowls. I was a noob to dxm at the time and definitly didnt know how much weed potentiated it.

This was the only time throughout my drug career (about 5 years) that i have seriously feared for my life. I was so fucked up it was unbeleivable.

I had no idea what anxiety or panic attacks even were at the time so it really felt like a heart attack. There was no doubt in my mind that i was going to die so i actually had my mother take me to the ER.

So so soooo scary. Now i eat panic attacks for breakfast.=D
 
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