Ill begin at the beginning. I came home Friday like every Friday ready to drink. Ive been clean now for 3+ years, by the way. I am telling you all this because I believe you deserve to gain knowledge from this experience. I was planning to kick it with my brother, drink, watch a few movies, and probably pass out like usual.
My brother left and a girl came over.
A littel backround. Ive been on antidepressants, and anti-anxiety medication for a long time, I have been working on beating all my addictions, and all my personality flaws that affect my quality of life since I was 17 yrs. old. In the past 2-3 years I have made lots of improvements, many of you can attest to this. Conentrating on my DUI programs, license suspension (as a lesson in life) and changing the way I generally deal with shitty situations. Re-learning the way to deal with the real world without drugs and the gang life.
Anyways, so this girl comes over and she has Morphine AND Vicodins (both of which I love and have done in limited amounts due to actual hospital situations). I stupidly decide to take both in a second of stupid judgement. I thought since I had controlled it before, itd be a great way to just relax on a Friday night.
Let me tell you, I have done days/weeks worth of cocaine/rock/alcohol (at the same time) and never had a problem physically. Never broken a bone, always been healthy, dont have any allergies, always been REALLY healthy. Ive done so much more to my body, and it has never even had a blip on the radar. I know some of you conservatives will judge me, and thats allrght.
Im thinking Im good to go, probablt expecting to pass out soon. Next thing I know Im in an ambulance. No joke. I went from watching TV, to checking out and waking up in an ambulance. People all yelling and giving me the bubble thing to help me breathe and all that. I got gurnied into the hospital and was all belligerent and violent with everyone (because to me, this was all really unexpected and was wondering where the fuck I was). I thought it was a dream. Imagine your last memory being at home going to sleep and SUDDENLY waking up with strangers hauling you about with needles in your veins and yelling at you to stay up.
I wake up Saturday morning and apparently (due to the witness accounts from my wife and the nurses) was blue when the paramedics got there barely 2 minutes after 911 had been called. They brought me into the E.R. and I was clinically dead even with the defibrulators being used. To them I was toast.
I had stopped breathing and was OUT, to say the least. I wake up and they find that my heart had just stopped, and that I have had Pneumonia for the longest time. Now... I have been running 6miles, I have been hitting the gym hard 4 days a week with NO problem. The doctors couldnt believe that I had done any of that seeing as I had pneumonia. They said that any other person would have already dropped dead LONG ago with all the activity and exercise I was doing. Wierd huh? I was living a normal life and being active and not feeling one fucking symptom of the pneumonia.
Im realy tripped out, guys. And if Julie wasnt around to call and notice my checking out on Friday....there is no question about it, I would not be here. So Ive been in the hospital and on many medications since Friday and coudnt make it to the meet on Saturday and was so pissed.
I dont know which one brought along which. but seeing as Ive done FAR more bad thing to my body and not even passed out, Im thinking that something wanted me to know I had pneumonia.
Im very ashamed to tell you guys I did "drugs" and felt the consequences, but this is just too much. Had Julie not been there, Id be dead. Ive done far worse things and not even had a problem (let alone the hosptial or death). Im just tripped out and really want to share it with you guys. Ive got needle pricks all up and down my arms due to the hospital. I cant forget the feeling of waking up in the ambulance for a while and thinking (holy shit, Im dreaming, Im on "Cops") or some cable TV show. They gave my Narcon or whatever that they give to Heroin OD victims that brings them right back to life. I think thats what brought me back.
I dunno guys. I just wanted to share this with you. I just got back from the hospital and am thinking things over. I was dead, man.
Mariano
My brother left and a girl came over.
A littel backround. Ive been on antidepressants, and anti-anxiety medication for a long time, I have been working on beating all my addictions, and all my personality flaws that affect my quality of life since I was 17 yrs. old. In the past 2-3 years I have made lots of improvements, many of you can attest to this. Conentrating on my DUI programs, license suspension (as a lesson in life) and changing the way I generally deal with shitty situations. Re-learning the way to deal with the real world without drugs and the gang life.
Anyways, so this girl comes over and she has Morphine AND Vicodins (both of which I love and have done in limited amounts due to actual hospital situations). I stupidly decide to take both in a second of stupid judgement. I thought since I had controlled it before, itd be a great way to just relax on a Friday night.
Let me tell you, I have done days/weeks worth of cocaine/rock/alcohol (at the same time) and never had a problem physically. Never broken a bone, always been healthy, dont have any allergies, always been REALLY healthy. Ive done so much more to my body, and it has never even had a blip on the radar. I know some of you conservatives will judge me, and thats allrght.
Im thinking Im good to go, probablt expecting to pass out soon. Next thing I know Im in an ambulance. No joke. I went from watching TV, to checking out and waking up in an ambulance. People all yelling and giving me the bubble thing to help me breathe and all that. I got gurnied into the hospital and was all belligerent and violent with everyone (because to me, this was all really unexpected and was wondering where the fuck I was). I thought it was a dream. Imagine your last memory being at home going to sleep and SUDDENLY waking up with strangers hauling you about with needles in your veins and yelling at you to stay up.
I wake up Saturday morning and apparently (due to the witness accounts from my wife and the nurses) was blue when the paramedics got there barely 2 minutes after 911 had been called. They brought me into the E.R. and I was clinically dead even with the defibrulators being used. To them I was toast.
I had stopped breathing and was OUT, to say the least. I wake up and they find that my heart had just stopped, and that I have had Pneumonia for the longest time. Now... I have been running 6miles, I have been hitting the gym hard 4 days a week with NO problem. The doctors couldnt believe that I had done any of that seeing as I had pneumonia. They said that any other person would have already dropped dead LONG ago with all the activity and exercise I was doing. Wierd huh? I was living a normal life and being active and not feeling one fucking symptom of the pneumonia.
Im realy tripped out, guys. And if Julie wasnt around to call and notice my checking out on Friday....there is no question about it, I would not be here. So Ive been in the hospital and on many medications since Friday and coudnt make it to the meet on Saturday and was so pissed.
I dont know which one brought along which. but seeing as Ive done FAR more bad thing to my body and not even passed out, Im thinking that something wanted me to know I had pneumonia.
Im very ashamed to tell you guys I did "drugs" and felt the consequences, but this is just too much. Had Julie not been there, Id be dead. Ive done far worse things and not even had a problem (let alone the hosptial or death). Im just tripped out and really want to share it with you guys. Ive got needle pricks all up and down my arms due to the hospital. I cant forget the feeling of waking up in the ambulance for a while and thinking (holy shit, Im dreaming, Im on "Cops") or some cable TV show. They gave my Narcon or whatever that they give to Heroin OD victims that brings them right back to life. I think thats what brought me back.
I dunno guys. I just wanted to share this with you. I just got back from the hospital and am thinking things over. I was dead, man.
Mariano
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