Here's my story about one of my oh so enjoyable OD expieriences.
Well, there I am, it's winter break, two days before Xmas and I actually have money for once. Well, what to do, I think. Having been clean from dope (H) for about a year that was out of the question, however some friends of mine were still on Methadone maintenance and, well, any port in a storm you know?
So I head over to their houses. We relax and smoke a bit, then I bring up the question...(and how I wish I hadn't.) "Got any extra bottles?" (She gets the liquid in 80 mg dosage bottles.) "Sure," she says. Happily I hand over the cash, $10 for 160 mg, plus some of my extra herb. Happy about the great deal I got I made a bit of small talk and hurried out.
Having been clean for so long I was quite nervous about the whole deal, But I couldn't wait since it had been so long since I felt really good (damn junk, just likes to ruin my sense of novelty.) I invited my friends M and J over to my parent's house (I was staying there that week for Xmas) and we commence to enjoy ourselves with a movie and popcorn. During this I drank one of the bottles.
As the movie ended I was feeling quite lovely. I was nodding a bit and we (read: I) decided we should go outside and play in the snow. We did this for a bit until my friends decided they had had enough. By this point I had drunk another 10 mg bring my total to 90 mg. I was in heaven and didn't want to come back. Upon drying off and warming up we went and watched another movie. I nodded off during this one for about an hour. FInally I went upstairs to my room leaving my friends in the basement on the foutons.
Here's where my big misake came in. Not all of the methadone had hit me yet, and like a junkie I drank the last of the methadone bringing my total to 160 mg, and this was my only opiate experience for a year. Like most people know junkies tend to overdose when they've been off for awhile and go back, no tolerance don't you know.
I pass out, and awaken at the hospital attempting to pull a NG (Nasal-Gastric) tube out of my nose. Apparently my job had called my house trying to get me to work early. My mum went to wake me and found me passed out. I had vomitted all over myself, and the bed, and was completely unconcious. The paramedics and police were called (well not the police, but they apparently showed up) and they arrived rather quickly (thank god.) They ransacked my room to try to find out what I was on. Thankfully my friends were courageous enough to tell them. I was transpo'd to the hospital after recieving two injection of Narcan to help relieve the OD effects.
There I was given fluids and NaCo3 (Sodium Bi-Carb) to help detox my system. I didn't realize what was going on until about two hours after I was at the hospital. Finally I calmed down and the situation was explained to me. I had gotten a condition called rhabdomyolysis which is explained here-http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/000473.htm
due to the fact I had been lying in one place without moving for so many hours. This caused the muscles on the side of my body to become crushed. Luckily it was not severe enough to cause kidney failure.
About the same time I regained concious conciousness the police arrived to take my statement. They asked me some questions about where i got it, why I took it, whether I was trying to kill myself, if I had anything else at home. That kind of stuff. I told them there was nothing else there (there wasn't) and that I was tired and worn out, and wanted them to leave. They did, and I was never questioned by them again.
I was moved up to a monitered bed for 3 days, so they could keep an eye on my kidney function (hooray, Xmas in the hospital) and I was talked to by several different psychologists who wanted to find out why I had done it. They all seemed quite mollified by my response that it was an accident. One seemed intent on making it out to be a suicide attempt, but they others seemed to understand, and they were very helpful in helping me deal with the guilt of ruining Xmas.
That was about all that happened. My parents were glad I made it, and I haven't done any serious opiates again to this day.
Wow, that was long, sorry, just had to get it off my chest.
M