So, I've had a bad stomach flu the last couple days and decided to dip into the little stash of u4 a friend gave me a wile back, figured it would help me not continue to shit myself to death. I put 8mg on my scale, niffed half, and put the other half in my cooker so I could shoot up. I finished setting up my gear and pushed off, wow man this stuff has a nice rush.. Set it ll aside and thought to myself " I better pick all this stuff up b4 my gf gets back down here". I started to pick up my gear and that's all I remember until I was on the stretcher being shoved into the ambulance.
So I guess my gf saved my life, I don't know how long I was alone b4 she came into the bathroom but, she said my lips and tongue were turning black, she did some CPR and called 911. Cops came and gave me narcan. Mean wile my pants are down around knees BC I just finished taking a nasty shit, little embarrassing ya think? The one shot of narcan really wasn't enough, the cops should have done it again but, they didn't know if they could. I felt really high for the next 6 or 7 hrs.
Anyway, a short ride to the hospital and an extremely short stay, as I was fine and all they wanted to do was labs to find out what I took, I signed myself out and my lovely and extremely shook up gf took me home. Now instead of being extremely sick I'm extremely sick, have a headache, my chest was stomped on and I have rug burn where she dragged my lifelss body off of the shitter.
I'll give you guys a bit of my history, I have been an opiate user for about 7 years, I remember and started by getting pods off of eBay, then that got banned and it went down hill over the years. I was doing heroin off and on but fairly regularly for two years, I quit for about a year then got some over this passed holiday season, and after going tru 2g (the real two grams not two bundles) in about a week and a half I quit and I promised myself I would quit for good, this was two months ago to the day that I od'd. I have always considered myself a safe user and although I used heavy at times I was always careful and never pushed the limit.
All it takes is once tho, my fatal mistake was misreading my scale.. Instead of measuring out 8mg I measured out 80, I sniffed 40 mg and banged 40, even with narcan, my girlfriend, and paramedics I'm extremely lucky. I did see my life flash before my eyes, I heard voices of loved ones, no light tho just my life spinning maddly around and around. I wasnt scared at all, I'm still not. I'm more worried about my girl than anything, I guess the cops gave her a good shake down.
Thanks for reading, hope I can touch someone so they don't touch dope and put their loved ones tru what I almost did. There are only a couple ways out you guys, you will get out someday that's guaranteed, living tru it isn't unless you make the choice for yourself.
Good luck with it, I'm done.
I OD'd on research chemicals the same way except I was using DOC and tripped 144+ hours. It was a painful mistake. I thought I was going to die but didn't go to the hospital when I realized I was still alive. Took 33mg instead of 3mg. It's an easy mistake to make if your not used to weighing out stuff below 10mg.