so between 2007 and 2010 i swallowed around 500 ecstasy pills,
i was young, dumb, and i didn't bother testing them out or knowing what the hell i was putting inside of me, it was a reckless time and i had total disregard, in the same token i never ended up in the E.R or had any unpleasant effects that i can remember.....so i never developed this sort of prudent alertness to stay safe and take care of myself ( i do now through trial and error i diet and exercise)
flash forward to 2018 and i for some reason wanted to do it again..i guess you never really lose the urge even after denouncing it for a good 7-8 years its always sort of on the back of your mind...
long story short i remember taking half a pill this past September, and then i blacked out, i have no recollection of what happened but i woke up on a stretcher chair , apparently i was lying on the ground for some time gasping for air and i was lucky enough to have someone find me and call 911... (extremely lucky because i was alone during this whole enterprise and hadn't told anyone that i was doing it)
it really is a miracle that i was given a second chance in life, and came out of it relatively uninjured other than my entire family knowing about my dark secret , i was able to hide it for all these years ( i also have a $500 dollar ambulance ride bill)
but i guess it also speaks to how much the drug world has changed..
if i was a teenager today, and behaved the way i did a decade ago, i would probably be dead.
Last edited by LoveHate on Apr-08-2019 at 21:51