So, I've suddenly decided to start posting and writing on here a lot more within the past few days. I know it's not a major contribution, or anything amazing, but it's more than I normally do. Well, here's the reason. I know I'm being melodramatic, but I feel my body's giving out finally. It all started with two weeks prior I was having throat soreness, which turned into strep, which for which I was prescribed a 3x daily 500mg dose of Amoxicillin. Well, eight days into taking the antibiotic, while I was in NJ at my sister's for Thanksgiving, I took a shower, and once out, noticed hives had broken out all over my chest. At the time, I felt it was the dryer sheets from the towels, took a Benadryl, and got on with the day. Within an hour, the hives had turned to a full-body, boiled rash that covered everywhere, except for my palms. I took more Benadryl, kept on and ate, then napped. Well, on the ride home, I stopped at a rest stop and noticed the rash had become worse, now was puffy, and felt an odd oily and squishy feeling to the touch, and the raising of the tissue was visibly noticeable. Well, I got into a huge argument with my mother, considering I've never had such issues, and forced her to take me to the ER, where they confirmed I'd had an allergic reaction to the cillin, and it's final trigger was the heat of the shower. This was further verified by medical record checks of my parents and their parents, all but one of whom, had allergies to all types of cillins and molds. So, at the ER I was given an H1 and H2 blocker. I know one was Pepcid, for the stomach issues that the anti-allergen causes, and the anti-allergen, I forget the name of, but will ask my mom later. They also administered a shot of what is like Epinephrine, except this one is called Decadron. I went home, and started a regiment of 180mg of Allegra every twenty-four hours, and a 20mg Pepcid every twelve. (I was given Famotidine as the Pepcid. The other medication given at the ER was NOT Allegra.) This regiment was to be done for five days, which as of this-morning at 4:00AM has been completed. Two days ago my mother noticed bruising on my earlobes and shoulders where she believed I'd been scratching without realizing. School started back up yesterday and I carried a backpack, and when I changed for Phys. Ed. today, I noticed terrible bruising and busted blood vessels on my shoulders, likely caused by my backpack straps. Oh, and before continuing, I should also add that I had taken a shower that morning, and looked fine, save for the rash which is still dissipating. I finished my hot shower, got out, dried my face like always, just dabbing a towel on my face, and noticed that the bridge of my nose, and the dimples on each side, were deep purple and heavily bruised. I believe this was from the night before when I sleepily ran into the wall trying to turn over in my bed. I had a med check for my anti-depressants and ADHD medication, Adderall, and Fluoxetine. Luckily I happened to have this appointment. My doctor told me it was possible I never had strep, but was a carrier, as going through medical records, most of my family is, and when given the Amox., an allergic reaction was triggered. Another thing to be noted, I was sick constantly as a child, and Amoxicillin, Penicillin, none of them ever worked, but I'd never had an allergic reaction. The doctor also said that I could have Mono, which explains the easy bruising, but I'm not experiencing any abdominal pain, nor are any of my bruises painful, just very visually displeasing. He also said it could be ITP, not sure what that stands for, but it means I have a low platelet count, causing the susceptibility to bruising. I got blood work done, now, I'm waiting on the lab results. And in the hours since the appointments and blood being drawn, the bruises have further worsened, but remained in the same exact areas of my body, the shoulders/armpits, earlobes, and nose/nasal area. I'm probably not dying, but in my head, I feel like I am because I've never had such terrible medical issues. So guys, I figured I'd tell you all, despite many wont care, but I know a few will, and will be able to further enlighten me on what the fuck's happening, and reassure me that I'll be okay. Love you Sanctuary! (Wow, never thought I'd say that. HA!)

*EDIT* Yeah, ignore the dying bullshit, I'm just panicked.

Late reply but, buy a USFA Zip 22lr. They suck dick, but the upgrade kit is cheap, and makes it work a million times better.

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Yeah, don't blame the drug. It's your fault. These drugs are tools, not an immediate good time. You felt sick, that was your sign. You shouldn't have powered through. The only bad time I've had was LSD was when I powered through to the store to buy lighters, then powered through to smoke syncans. When acid goes bad- it's bad and sometimes it's hard to get out of. Things get hazy and fuzzy and negative. You've got to learn how to use these drugs to enjoy them.

Also was it "acid" or LSD?

I was being stupid, and wasn't going to stop, it was better than what I was doing, being in physical pain from my allergic reaction that resulted in me bruising easy as fuck and looking like I got hit by a trick. And, as far as acid or LSD, not fully sure, I'll have to ask my friend whom I got it off of.

How do you not know? What did the tab taste like?

Regretting this, but I just dropped again, I tasted nothing, just paper, and a slight bittery tknge before my tongue went numb. ALL IN THE NAME OF SCIENE THOUGH!

Not LSD, sorry. LSD is tasteless in recreational doses and definitely won't leave your tongue numb. Be careful not to take top much of this stuff. Personally I wouldn't touch it.

Eh, bitterness could be ink, if the blotter is decorative. The numbness, however, is highly suspicious.

OP, do something valuable with this time and use it to think hard about your life and the people in it.

I'm with ya there, but my problem is most of my thoughts reside in dark parts of my mentality and are all violent and aggressive. Then there's my normal thoughts that eventually become blotted out by the angry ones.

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Moral of the story, don't be a faggot.

Moral of the story, lay in the recovery position if you can't handle your liquor.

Actually we're not even sure if it's what caused him to vomit, as he wasn't drunk.

I haven't done any since I made a post about why I should've listened, and I agree, heroin is in deed nasty as hell.

I'm in that town in Pennsylvania that had the huge epidemic of like, at least two people ODing on it DAILY.

I just keep worrying that it was painful. He had an absolutely horrible life. Dealt with a lot of abuse as a kid and never had it easy. The last thing I'd want to imagine is him dying a painful death. I don't think the combination would be painful, but I don't know. I've only done heroin and I couldn't see an OD on it being painful at all unless it was combined with an upper or something.

Dude, heroin's fucking nasty. And as far as Xanex, yeah, I can imagine the OD just felt numb to him.

So I'm dealing with death of a close cousin. I'm getting put on anti-depressants soon, well I'll know what I'm being put on soon since I've been needing them for a while since I've failed at managing my depression for years and just realized I needed help. Something about his death is troubling me. The fact I keep hoping it was painless and not painful, I don't really feel like this is normal to wonder and think about. That being said, I'm not suicidal. I've absolutely dreaded life, but I haven't wanted to take my own. Is a Heroin and Xanax overdose painful?

Being it's Heroin, I'm not fully able to say, being like one in five die from it.

This IS a true story, and I've had it in my archives for quite some time, unsure of when to publish it, so I figured fuck it, today's a good day, and this, is a good site, so here goes children.

It all goes back two years ago. I had a friend named Ted, we always were on XBOX talking and joking and laughing and fucking around. Well, he lived in NY and was nice enough to buy me a bus ticket to come to his 16th birthday. Well, we spent the weekend hanging out and fucking around, just having all kinds of fun. Now, this being two years ago, I'd never had drank yet, never even had a first kiss. Well, we were hanging out, and he'd been drinking lightly the whole day, maybe one drink every two hours, so he wasn't even close to drunk. All the sudden, in front of all his friends, even a few of his ex girlfriends, he grabbed me and kissed me. This was just when I was starting to come to terms realizing my sexuality, and for the longest time, I'd liked him. And oh god, when I met him did that just become even more, he was about 5'7" beautiful blue eyes, dark brown hair, just fucking, like, I can't even describe him. He was one of those people who all the girls drooled over. And out of everyone, he kisses me, a little 5' maybe 3-4" tall quiet kid, talked to fucking noone, boring green eyes and stupid looking dirty-blonde hair. And he does this like I said, in front of everyone, So me, I get all fucking shy but still grip onto him and kiss him back, this was my second kiss ever. I immediately fell for him and never wanted that moment to end. As the party wound down people started leaving, and it was just me, Ted, my buddy Zack, and a few other people whose names have slipped my mind, and we're all spending the night. Everyone goes to bed and me and Ted stay up messing around on the XBOX, just talking until about 4AM, then I slowly fall asleep in front of the TV, and he goes to bed. I wake up, everyone's still asleep, it's about 10AM and I get up, grab a soda and start playing XBOX. I play for about an hour and get bored, so I go to wake up Ted. I walk into his room and he's asleep in his bed. I'm still super groggy and can barely see, I shake him and tell him, "Hey, wake up. Nobody else will and I want to play XBOX." And he doesn't respond, so I shake him again and he still says nothing. I shake him again and this time I notice he feels really cold despite his comforter being up to his chin. Well, I rub my eyes and when I look at him, his pupils are tiny, eyes wide open, and his face is pale. I freak the fuck out, jump on top of him and start slapping him, trying to get him to wake up. Zack wakes up and yells like he always yells at me, then when I don't shut up he comes into the room and asks, "What the fuck are you doing to Ted, have sex when nobody else is here fuckface." Then he realizes that I'm sitting on top of Ted whimpering and comes up and grabs my shoulder, and he asks what's wrong. When I don't answer he turns my head and asks me again and I struggle to say, "S-Something's wrong with Ted... He's cold... And really pale..." His response is, "Huh?" then he looks over my shoulder at Ted, goes silent then screams.Then he grabs me and tells me not to leave the room and runs through the house screaming at the top of his lungs, panicking. Everyone starts waking up and bitching that he's screaming and Zack suddenly just yells, "Somebody call a fucking ambulance!" That's when everyone goes silent and you can see the color drain from their faces. The ambulance took Ted and me and Zack stayed at his house just sitting, trying to play XBOX, but can't focus. Well, then an officer knocks on the oor and when we let him in, he tells us Ted aspirated and died. That means he drowned in his own vomit... Then he tells us something that shocks us even more. The toxicology reports showed alcohol in his system, but not even enough to be near lethal. Ted was a .03 BAC. A .08 is drunk. They said the alcohol caused him to get sick and vomit, but since he was lying face up, it pooled and he breathed it into his lungs and essentially drowned... The first person I ever felt feelings for, and he fucking died because he was drinking... He wasn't even drunk.. And he'd drank before... I'd even asked Zack if Ted drank and he told me he always has since he was about 13, and that Ted would always bitch at them when they told him to stop, he always said, "I know what my limit is, I've drank long enough." What it came down to wasn't knowing your limits, but the alcohol itself. It killed my best fucking friend, and because of it, I'll never see or hear him again... It didn't even take being drunk... And that's why I'm terrified of drinking.


Yeah, shit's pretty fucked up, still don't know how the hell this was even possible, but this is why I abuse pills and never touch alcohol.