I have overdosed 7x's that I have been hit with narcan and I only ever even knew I was overdosing once. That one time I was able to grab a dresser and hold on for dear life after I noticed that everything was getting fuzzy and the world was slowly fading to black. My friend said I was standing there with a vice grip on the dresser and our dope in my hand for like 7 minutes before he finally decided to hit me with a narcan pen he had. He could neither get me to respond or let go of the dresser or dope. That time was the oddity because I snorted a bag of Fentanyl and had already driven 5-10mins across town to his house before I went out. Every other time I was just gone before I even felt anything.
The first time I overdosed I did the dope in a parking lot and got what I thought was a weak rush at the time so I put the car in reverse backed up and then in drive. Next thing I know I was laying on the ground with cops and paramedics all standing over me. My shirt was ripped open and I was soaking wet. I was terrified because my last memory was of driving so I thought I had hit and killed somebody. It turns out I was coasting through the parking lot unresponsive with my eyes wide open. My friend jumped out of the passenger seat and drug me out of the drivers side and had to jump back in to stop the car and put it in park. Coming back always sucks because you are confused and often sick as hell because of the narcan.
The worst overdose story I have I wasn't even out anymore when they hit me with the narcan. I was in the hospital for pneumonia and the hospital was giving me methadone and klonopin but what they didn't know was that I had my full scripts for the same meds in my shoe, which I was liberally gobbling down the whole time. I woke up with all the nurses running around the room and the doctor standing over me with a syringe saying "we don't usually give them this much narcan but since he is on methadone and benzos I am going to give him a flood dose".
I said.. "What? Why are you giving me narcan?" The doctor turned to the nurses and laughed "oh look, he knows what Narcan is" and then he jammed it home. I immediately turned and projectile vomited on one of the nurses holding my arm down. Only to then pull an Exorcist a' la Lynda Blair by rolling my head around to the other side of the bed to projectile vomit on the other nurse and doc. What followed was the most intense 20mins of withdrawal of my life. Ice flowed through my veins and the nurses had to hold me down as I kicked, While rubbing my head and repeating calm and soothing phrases. I could feel the blood pulsing through my brain. I passed out and woke up 30 or so mins later and when I got up and looked in my shoe, where the meds were, I found a little baggy of hershey's kisses and the doctor's card with his stupid smiling face on the front.
