Warning: Contains Massive Drugs!
I suppose I ought to add my own story then.

Now, having balls of steel, I'm very rarely terrified. However, recently I have had two rather terrifying drug related experiences. The first was an amphetamine overdose - which I was pretty certain was just too much booze, not enough sleep, and caning the sticky goo of intense concentration a little too hard. It was a Saturday and I occasionally provide the 3 hours of weekend cover in the lab at work. Off I stagger to work, most likely still drunk and off my tits. Just keep telling myself "Only three hours..." Fall over the barrier in to the lab. Fall in to the contamination shower. Rapidly go down hill. This is like no other comedown or morning after experience I've ever had, and I'm well known for caning it HARD. Shaking begins. I'm trembling uncontrollably. I can't even hold a pen any more to sign off the time sheet at work. Breathing starts to go a bit weird - jagged, rapid gasps as my heart feels like it's going to explode. I can hardly walk. I managed to drag myself to the bus stop and start to call people - I'm beginning to think maybe I ought to get to the hospital. I can hardly speak as I choke on my own gasps of breath, hardly dial the numbers I'm shaking so hard. Long story short - nobody free to come with me to A&E. I end up on the phone to my friend who is a nurse for most of the afternoon, as I refused to go to A&E alone. I ride it out. I honest to God thought I was going to die, I thought my number was up and I'd finally pulled that last straw and pushed it too bloody far this time. I didn't touch speed for a while after that one.

Second involves the powdering of my nose with Colombia's finest. I'm picky, the once in a blue moon that I do indulge, I indulge with the finest quality money can buy, as cheap crap tends to make me claw at my nostrils until they bleed. Well, this time it was my birthday and I went a wee bit too far. I spent far too much money on far too much product, and caned it for far too many consecutive days. Bam. Nose explodes. Blood streaming from my nose. 'Damn' thinks I, and mops it up, expecting it to stem in a minute or so, as is usually the case. Nope... half an hour later, still streaming good and heavy. An hour. Two hours. Three. Fell asleep. Woke up. Rang out pillowcase like a sponge. Can't feel my fingers and toes now, freezing cold, trembling. Blood EVERYWHERE. My house looks like a slasher movie set. Still bleeding. I've never seen so much blood in my life. The fear kicks in and I start to think it's actually never going to stop, and it's my own dumbass fault. Six hours later it stops. I lost approximately 20% of my blood volume. Took a good 3 weeks to start feeling normal again, after spending almost a week in bed. Has that stopped me abusing drugs? No. I think that's the most terrifying thing, really...
( Bathory, Tue 10 Apr 2012, 18:42, 7 replies)

It might just be me but..
"However, recently I have had two rather terrifying drug related experiences." & "Has that stopped me abusing drugs? No. I think that's the most terrifying thing, really..."
Those 2 phrases suggest to me that the universe is telling you that "Drugs are bad, mmkay?" and you're saying "Fuck that I WANT that Darwin Award on my mantelpiece"
In which case aim high and shoot for the sky Bathory. I'm sure someone will mourn your passing.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 10 Apr 2012, 21:29, closed)

Yeah... been going a bit too overboard as of late. Slowly coming back down to Earth though. Those two were a bit of a wakeup call to 'get my shit together' before I end up checking out for good. There is such a thing as TOO much fun!
( Bathory, Wed 11 Apr 2012, 6:01, closed)

Having had a fair bit of "fun"
many,many years ago - & paid for it quite dearly now. It's a good sign to reign in those vices.
Just a suggestion & all.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 12 Apr 2012, 6:13, closed)

I suppose that telling a MASSIVE DRUGS story
is easier than confessing to being an inveterate nose-picker.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 11 Apr 2012, 9:32, closed)

HAHA! Busted! Damn! ...It was supermodel picking it for me though? And she drove me to the hospital in her Honda Accord.
( Bathory, Wed 11 Apr 2012, 16:38, closed)

This
is qotw gold. Naturally, you karate kicked the doctors to death, then walked it off like a man, before dying during a tragic, postbox-humping incident.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 11 Apr 2012, 19:32, closed)

^ That.

I'm pretty convinced I'm indestructible... yet am destined to die in some kind of pathetic fruit pastille choking incident.
( Bathory, Thu 12 Apr 2012, 6:02, closed)