My near death experience - Almost killed myself with irresponsible research chemical dosing.



This will be a recap of the events as I remember them.



Thursday May 14th:

Throughout the day while skateboarding I dosed;



- unknown amounts of etizolam

- roughly 200mg allylescaline

- roughly 100mg methallylescaline



Friday May 15th:

Throughout the day in multiple doses I totalled roughly these amounts while skateboarding and hanging around the house;



- unknown amounts of etizolam

- roughly 150mg allylescaline

- 30mg 2C-C

- roughly 32mg DOC (in 3 doses (8mg, 8mg, and 16mg))



Saturday May 16th:

Throughout the day I dosed the following while spending time in the garden and hanging around the house;



- unknown amounts of etizolam

- nearly 200mg 2C-C in multiple redoses

- roughly 70mg DOC in multiple redoses, averaging 10-15mg per redose





Im not willing to speak of the trip(s) itself because honestly due to massive tolerance and copious intake of benzos it was not an outstanding trip. All of the substances I dosed are very mentally forgiving and no ego death type experience was had. It was very very visually captivating and I had a hell of a good body high for the 3 days. Not once did it feel unsafe and during the 3 days I never noted any uncomfortable body effects. I was having a blast and remember enjoying myself near every minute of it.



Then the worst happened.



Sunday May 17th:

I awoke at 9am with extremely cold feet. Not thinking much of it I went about my day. I had all my feeling and no pain in my feet.



By the time 12pm had rolled around I went to make some lunch and noted my feet were still very cold and my toes were starting to hurt a little. After making lunch I sat down to soak my feet in a warm bucket of epsom salt water. This made my feet feel more comfortable yet after nearly an hour of soaking my feet were still very cold and my toes were losing feeling. I had some things to do so I had a nice hot shower during which my feet never warmed up and the pain in my toes had spread to my feet, my toes had also started becoming numb by this point...



At around 2pm I became very worried for my feet as I could not feel my toes except for the insane cold. My feet up to the ankle had pains, and my calfs were becoming sore. I hurried myself to the ER and told them I had probably overdosed the night before and needed to see a doctor immediately. They looked at me funny but sent me through triage pretty quick and I was in to see a doctor by around 4pm.



Now by this point my feet were tingling and very painful, still very cold also. The doctors had failed to find any pulse or blood flow from my knees to my toes. My feet were turning black, blue, and green.



The doctors had never seen anything like this they told me...

I was rushed via ambulance to a hospital 1 hour from my home town where a specialist would look at me. Once I arrived I was placed in the intensive care unit because my feet were almost all purple/black by this point and my breathing had become very shallow...



I was hooked immediatly to IV lines and an oxygen mask. I do not know what was in the IV lines.



This was no later than 7pm when a specialist doctor came in to see me. By this point I was in a hospital gown, with a catheter in, hooked up to roughly 5 IV lines, and breathing with assistance of an oxygen mask. I told the doctor I had likely overdosed on a research chmical which caused tremendous vasoconstriction. I directed them to my jeans I had worn in to the ER in which I had written down the chemical formula of the drug I feared caused the bulk of the damage.



DOC - 2,5-dimethoxy-4-chloroamphetamin e



They had never heard of this before ever. They literally printed out the wikipedia page...



I was informed that my arteries and veins in my feet had collapsed on themselves. There was absolutely no detectable blood flow from my ankle down and very very little bloodflow from the knee to the ankle.



They werent sure what to do and it was becoming late so I was left in ICU overnight.



Between monday may 18th and tuesday may 19th my feet became exceedingly black from the toe to the ankle and the doctors feared the worst. I was finally convinced to notify my family by this point. After 48 hours of being in the intensive care unit.



My family is very religious and very much against drugs so I was much too embarrassed to call them prior...



By tuesday, I had nearly 15 IV lines in my arms pumping me full of every vasodilator, blood thinner, and whatever else they thought might save my feet. I was in incredible pain. Really starting to fear the worst now the specialist came in and told me nothing in the IV's was working, my veins and arteries were too far collapsed, and it was very unlikely my feet could be saved. By this point my calfs had become very swollen and bruised looking. I was developing compartment syndrome. My legs were filling with blood meant to go to my feet.



On Thursday May 21st, an emergency faschiotomy was performed on both legs to release the pressure and blood buildup. The surgery left me with 4 faschiotomy wounds, 1 on either side of my calf, on both legs. I was put back into ICU and was kept alive via 15 IV lines and an oxygen mask. I was continuously dosed with IV fentanyl for the pain for many days, closer to a week.



On Saturday May 23rd, I awoke in ICU to find my surgeon looking at my legs... He informed me the fashiotomy had not released enough pressure, the blood was continuing to build up, and I was scheduled for amputation of both legs from the knee down. The amputation would take place Monday May 25th at 11am. I cried all day the next two days..



Awaking from my fentanyl induced coma on monday, the day of my amputation. I was more than plesently surprised my the surgeon with good news. Sometime over the previous two days, my veins and arteries had shown improvement, and my amputation was cacelled in favour of increased drug intake to try and once again save my feet.



A miracle too place that night. The next morning I awoke with feeling in my feet and ability to wiggle my toes. The doctors were no word of a lie astounded and told me it didnt seem possible. They could not pinpoint what drug was doing the trick because they had given me over 55 different drugs via IV... They said they literally through the book at me. Dumbfounded how I had managed to improve, they told me my calfs had regained bloodflow almost overnight, and a small pulse was noted in my feet.



Over the next few day I continued to recover at rapid speed, regaining all feeling and perfect bloodflow in my calfs as well as acceptable bloodflow in my feet by Friday May 29th. The doctors literlly told me it was impossible. No amputation would be necessary at this point and I was looking at possible discharge to heal from home. Wow I thought.



I was released on June 1st after having spent 15 days in intensive care. I have months of ongoing physio therapy to help me learn to walk again and also home health care to redress my faschiotomy wounds.



Today, June 2nd, I am walking without asistance or support, though painful to do so. My surgeon said my bloodflow returned so rapidly and so strong that there is a possibility I will not require any amputation, but depending on how I heal, I may lose a few toes on my left foot. A very small price to pay when a week earlier I was scheduled to lose both legs at the knee.



I am very worried I will lose my toes on my left foot, they do not look good. But like I said small price to pay.



The last thing i was told before leaving the hospital was to ount my blessings. The surgeon and doctors had no way to explain my fast recovery, they told me this very very easily could have been fatal and I was truly lucky to be alive. Even more lucky to not be losing my legs.



Now what I didnt mention throughout the report was this; I had 3 full churches praying for me, and I myself had begun praying again. With every indication from the doctors this was indeed a miracle case, because they can not eplain how I kept my body parts let alone survived, my faith in god was restored. I was brought up christian and fell out of faith. I know a lot of us across the boards have little respect for religion, but there is no doubt in my mind this was gods handy work. I should have died, I should have lost my legs, I should have lost my feet. And yet I may walk away from this with nothing but some missing toes.



Modern medicine is great, but the doctors told me, they cant explain how I got better. They themselves called this a mirracle of god.



I should have died, the same size vessels that were effected in my feet, exist in your heart and brain. If they were affected. I would be dead.



Let this be a warning. Irresponsible dosing of research chemicals is very dangerous.



And for those of you wondering, no I do not blame the drug. I blame myself and my heinously shitty self control. This could have been avoided %100.



Thanks for reading shroomery brothers and sisters.

Feel free to ask questions and Ill answer as best i can.

Sorry for the quality of the report, Im not the best writer.







Heres some fucked up pics,,,





Like 6 weeks after discharge:







Like 8 weeks after discharge, fell off by itself lol:







Fashiotomy progress, 6 weeks:

This



To this





8 weeks after accident, just had my toes amputated:

Only the two needed to come off, the other 3 will scab off on their own and I won't lose any of those toes! The hole will fill in and create a bit of a new toe pad for me:





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Money can’t buy you love, yea that’s true..

But money can buy you dope so that’s cool.



Edited by Zombi3 (07/25/15 09:03 PM)



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