recently my friends and i lost our friend, my ex. he was discovered the same way he found his best friend four years earlier eace: be with him
my best friend/cousin from heroin, and two of my good friends: one from oxy one from heroin defin sorry for your loss
One of my best friends died last year from a methadone/xanax combination, only a few weeks after his baby was born. Sorry for your losses, everyone
My mate OD'd the other week, I was the only person there so I kept him alive long enough for the paramedics to arrive. It was only cause I fancied a walk that I left the party with him, which fuckin scares me.
Its awesome you kept him alive. My ex boyfriends case..was really strange. I personally think the paramedics neglected him, they didnt do anything to try and keep him alive. No naltrexone. His heartbeat actually came back at one point, and they...did nothing. Just let him die.. Unfortunately authority doesnt care much for junkies. Which...absolutely breaks my heart.
Yeah I think that is a shame, more prevalent attitude with cops than medical folk (as you'd expect). That really sucks about you losing him, p0ppie, nobody should ever have to go through that and I can't even imagine it. That morning the other week was bad enough. He pinned (shot) his H, which he only does occasionally, and said, 'It's always great when you come to visit' then just stopped talking, standing there swaying slowly. Usually when I'm round people who shoot (which I don't do) they're the type of people who do it a lot, so I'm used to them gouging out just fairly standardly (gouging = nodding, sorry for the UK slang!). I knew something was wrong though, could see he was going to fall, so I tried to help him sit on the bed, but he decked it. Face blue, the usual. I was slapping him, trying to wake him up (his teeth were chattering, he was making wheezy mumble noises) and I thought, fuck it, I'm not gambling with this. Our mates don't know he does H and I'm ashamed to say that made me hesitate for two minutes longer than I should have. So I rang his gf and told her to get over here cause I was calling the ambulance. She arrived after I've called them, and the woman is on the phone giving me first aid instructions, telling me how to time his breathing (so she could see if he was breathing properly, which he wasn't - he was actually having some kind of seizure at the same time apparently). Then she was giving me detailed first aid info - I've never done it before - and had to slow me down when I was giving CPR too fast etc. His girlfriend was screaming and crying and I had to give him mouth to mouth, but he'd bitten his tongue so my mouth was full of blood. The paramedics showed in five minutes that seemed like a lifetime and I told him that he 'has used opiates in the past and has very likely used heroin tonight' which is what I read somewhere to tell them. So they got his airway clear, start pumping air into him, shooting up the naloxone. He wakes up completely surprised and they take him into the ambulance for a while. He refused to go to the hospital even though the naloxone was obv gonna wear off at some point and he should have had a chest x-ray for damage from such extended CPR. It started to sink in when me and his gf were stood in the ambulance and the three paras were filling out the forms and the woman said, 'your friend saved your life' and, still fighting the daze and the confusion and general horribleness, came out of it long enough to look me in the eye briefly, sit up from the stretcher, say my name once, and shake my hand. I nearly burst into tears right then but kept it together. Then of course people got back to the house and we explained what had gone on and everyone was calling me a hero and I just felt the numbest I have ever felt in my life. As the day went on and on it got worse, as I realised the implication that if any tiny factor had changed (ie. I hadn't gone back, or I'd been a bit too fucked to help or whatever) then he'd be dead, right now. But I realised you can't go through life thinking like that. ...phew, sorry for the story but going through that was hard enough, so my heart goes out to you for actually losing someone in a similar situation. I can't fault the actions or the attitudes of the paramedics (British) to be fair. Once again, I'm sorry for your loss.
my boyfriend (ex now) almost died from oxy's. i was horrified at that point, i definitely could never understand the pain of losing someone. peace to all souls
Thank the universe you were there. It took the ambulances in my case...30 minutes to arrive. No naltrexone. Complete neglect. Its just....I dunno. A human life, junkie or not. I dont understand it.
At least 10 friends, and probably 30 acquaintances over the last 20 years. Almost all heroin or heroin related. A few Methadone detox OD's in the mix. The occasional Oxy moron, etc. Probably a drunk benzo or two.
