Prologue: -> Here <- you can see which experience I had until this 'little' overdose. You will see it was at the beginning of my drug career.
DISCLAIMER: Like all my posting I've written this one in all conscience.
PLEASE DON'T DO THIS EVER IN YOUR LIVE BECAUSE MAYBE YOU JUST WILL DIE
Hey,
I just want to tell you what happens with you if you take 10x 10mg Zolpidem pills at once. And only if you had luck, if you have no luck you may will not be able to tell the story anyone. And to make matters worse I am really slim I wight only 54kg or something at this time. I am eating normal, maybe sometimes a bit inordinate, means sometimes I eat nothing the whole day or at least only one meal, but next day I can eat very much at 3 meals so that my stomach really hurts.
The story begins with a strange night with a good friend, we had drunken some beer (2-3 at 0,3L), driven with the auto from my Mom very fast on the German Autobahns (I live in Germany). In the morning we were by my Mom (it was her birthday at this very day [*]), because i lived still at home at this time. Then we get a bit bored and decided to get some Cannabis, but nothing to find at this morning and at some time he suggested to take some sleeping pills, because we will feel better he said and it's fun. You have to know that he had psychical problems and took himself Zolpidem very often and he has a few suicide tries so far. He known also a psychiatrist who give him the recipe. He have also suggested to get some antidepressants for which he got also a recipe, and mix all up with some alcohol. But the pharmacy don't have the antidepressants and so we just pick up a bottle of vodka. I think if I also had drunken from the vodka I may be dead now. Yeah, and then we just sit on a bench in the center of town and take 10 pills each (there was 20 in the box). First 10 min I felt nothing and he read in the meantime the package insert to me, and I can't really remember what there stood nothing which scares me, but then I felt some kind of euphoria at this time it was between 10 or 11 AM.
([*] It seems if I have a real talent to crash birthdays, sometimes I was also at hospital when my father birthday was with an alcohol intoxication with 3,0‰)
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The next thing I could remember again is that I awoke in a Hospital at ~ 3 AM at night the next day, I was affiliated to many blipping and blinking medical equipment and I couldn't sleep anymore. I know I had to wait at least 4h till someone could tell me how I got to this place and what happened. And every 30 min my blood pressure and pulse was taken automatically and I had four 'wonderful' hours to imagine the most horrible scenarios. And suddenly I got back at least one memory I just remembered that I was at a police station, that I have to urinate into a plastic beaker and that I have to sign some papers, nothing more I could remember so far, and it was just a very vague recollection. I didn't know how to pass the next 4h. Another thing was that I really felt bad, physically and for sure even worse psychically. But after hours a doctor came to my room and say "Good Morning". He asked me how many sleep pills I took and now another memory came back to my mind. It was even more vague as the first one, I didn't now where or who, I just thought it was my mum, who were questioned me before, what I had took. And the only thing I know for sure was, that I told my mom not the truth I said: "3-4 sleeping pills", because even I was hardly awake at this time, I was very embarrassed and I think I didn't want to worry my mom even more. But now when I got ask the third (!) time and with fairly clear mind I said without any hesitate: "10 pills Zolpidem at 10mg each". And now everyone wants to know why I did this. I can't really explain it today like i couldn't it tell to the doctor, I just really underestimated the whole situation. But the most people thought it was a suicide try. So before I could go home I have to make a quick side-trip to the psychiatry. I told there, what I just did and I got some really strange question, at the very last the psychiatrist ask me really suddenly "Do you want to live" And I answer without any thinking: "YES", I think that it was a kind of test.
On the drive back at home I asked my mom: "What the hell happened?", and she tells me a story, if it wouldn't been that serious, I were tempted to say it was a funny one. It seems that I frighting passengers in a tram when I completely disoriented walk through the City, so that the conductor called the police, they bring me to the police station and ask me what I took, but I apparently wasn't able to answer or didn't answer I really didn't know it. My mother comes to the police station they have called in the meantime time a 'police doctor', but he just asked my mom when she arrived whether I'm every time like this. (Such the biggest idiot of a doctor ever exist and because it was a 'police doctor' I had to pay 50€ for that and again 50€ for the police car.)
Well my mother drives me home from the police station, so she told me, but at home I look even worse and nobody was able woke me up, you have to know she is a nurse and she told me that my pulse and blood pressure were very very low, so she called an emergency doctor herself and he pinched me very very hard in my acromastium, that is the very vivid thing I could remember between ~11 am and 3 am at next day. But only because she tells me about this, the memory came back to me and I now also remember who question me the second time, how many sleeping pills I had taken and this time it was a bit closer to truth, maybe I acknowledged at this time that it was not so funny, anyhow i told him I took 7-8 pills. And he decided to bring to the hospital.
Yeah that was the story and maybe the most dangerous situation in my whole life. I never ever abuse prescription drugs again, because all the other thing I took didn't bring me that near to death. And I didn't realize it for a while, that this had could be the end for me. I'm just very sorry that I didn't really learn from it. Like I just said, I'm 100% sure that I will never misuse medications again, but I took maybe other things which kills me a bit more slowly and destroy my life on an other way, like MDPV. But this is a another story, maybe I will tell its some day, because it's even more fun.
Edit: I'm afraid that there a many mistakes in this text, especially in verb forms/passive/indirect speech, so please ignore it, I just hope you can get the sense of all sentence, maybe I will correct them sometimes, but I'm now awake for over 24h again and wanted to sleep, have taken longer then expected to write this down, but at least this forum really improves my english
DISCLAIMER: Like all my posting I've written this one in all conscience.
PLEASE DON'T DO THIS EVER IN YOUR LIVE BECAUSE MAYBE YOU JUST WILL DIE
Hey,
I just want to tell you what happens with you if you take 10x 10mg Zolpidem pills at once. And only if you had luck, if you have no luck you may will not be able to tell the story anyone. And to make matters worse I am really slim I wight only 54kg or something at this time. I am eating normal, maybe sometimes a bit inordinate, means sometimes I eat nothing the whole day or at least only one meal, but next day I can eat very much at 3 meals so that my stomach really hurts.
The story begins with a strange night with a good friend, we had drunken some beer (2-3 at 0,3L), driven with the auto from my Mom very fast on the German Autobahns (I live in Germany). In the morning we were by my Mom (it was her birthday at this very day [*]), because i lived still at home at this time. Then we get a bit bored and decided to get some Cannabis, but nothing to find at this morning and at some time he suggested to take some sleeping pills, because we will feel better he said and it's fun. You have to know that he had psychical problems and took himself Zolpidem very often and he has a few suicide tries so far. He known also a psychiatrist who give him the recipe. He have also suggested to get some antidepressants for which he got also a recipe, and mix all up with some alcohol. But the pharmacy don't have the antidepressants and so we just pick up a bottle of vodka. I think if I also had drunken from the vodka I may be dead now. Yeah, and then we just sit on a bench in the center of town and take 10 pills each (there was 20 in the box). First 10 min I felt nothing and he read in the meantime the package insert to me, and I can't really remember what there stood nothing which scares me, but then I felt some kind of euphoria at this time it was between 10 or 11 AM.
([*] It seems if I have a real talent to crash birthdays, sometimes I was also at hospital when my father birthday was with an alcohol intoxication with 3,0‰)
.................................................................................................................................................................................................
The next thing I could remember again is that I awoke in a Hospital at ~ 3 AM at night the next day, I was affiliated to many blipping and blinking medical equipment and I couldn't sleep anymore. I know I had to wait at least 4h till someone could tell me how I got to this place and what happened. And every 30 min my blood pressure and pulse was taken automatically and I had four 'wonderful' hours to imagine the most horrible scenarios. And suddenly I got back at least one memory I just remembered that I was at a police station, that I have to urinate into a plastic beaker and that I have to sign some papers, nothing more I could remember so far, and it was just a very vague recollection. I didn't know how to pass the next 4h. Another thing was that I really felt bad, physically and for sure even worse psychically. But after hours a doctor came to my room and say "Good Morning". He asked me how many sleep pills I took and now another memory came back to my mind. It was even more vague as the first one, I didn't now where or who, I just thought it was my mum, who were questioned me before, what I had took. And the only thing I know for sure was, that I told my mom not the truth I said: "3-4 sleeping pills", because even I was hardly awake at this time, I was very embarrassed and I think I didn't want to worry my mom even more. But now when I got ask the third (!) time and with fairly clear mind I said without any hesitate: "10 pills Zolpidem at 10mg each". And now everyone wants to know why I did this. I can't really explain it today like i couldn't it tell to the doctor, I just really underestimated the whole situation. But the most people thought it was a suicide try. So before I could go home I have to make a quick side-trip to the psychiatry. I told there, what I just did and I got some really strange question, at the very last the psychiatrist ask me really suddenly "Do you want to live" And I answer without any thinking: "YES", I think that it was a kind of test.
On the drive back at home I asked my mom: "What the hell happened?", and she tells me a story, if it wouldn't been that serious, I were tempted to say it was a funny one. It seems that I frighting passengers in a tram when I completely disoriented walk through the City, so that the conductor called the police, they bring me to the police station and ask me what I took, but I apparently wasn't able to answer or didn't answer I really didn't know it. My mother comes to the police station they have called in the meantime time a 'police doctor', but he just asked my mom when she arrived whether I'm every time like this. (Such the biggest idiot of a doctor ever exist and because it was a 'police doctor' I had to pay 50€ for that and again 50€ for the police car.)
Well my mother drives me home from the police station, so she told me, but at home I look even worse and nobody was able woke me up, you have to know she is a nurse and she told me that my pulse and blood pressure were very very low, so she called an emergency doctor herself and he pinched me very very hard in my acromastium, that is the very vivid thing I could remember between ~11 am and 3 am at next day. But only because she tells me about this, the memory came back to me and I now also remember who question me the second time, how many sleeping pills I had taken and this time it was a bit closer to truth, maybe I acknowledged at this time that it was not so funny, anyhow i told him I took 7-8 pills. And he decided to bring to the hospital.
Yeah that was the story and maybe the most dangerous situation in my whole life. I never ever abuse prescription drugs again, because all the other thing I took didn't bring me that near to death. And I didn't realize it for a while, that this had could be the end for me. I'm just very sorry that I didn't really learn from it. Like I just said, I'm 100% sure that I will never misuse medications again, but I took maybe other things which kills me a bit more slowly and destroy my life on an other way, like MDPV. But this is a another story, maybe I will tell its some day, because it's even more fun.
Edit: I'm afraid that there a many mistakes in this text, especially in verb forms/passive/indirect speech, so please ignore it, I just hope you can get the sense of all sentence, maybe I will correct them sometimes, but I'm now awake for over 24h again and wanted to sleep, have taken longer then expected to write this down, but at least this forum really improves my english
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