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Actually, a story. I'm sorry I wrote a lot. I just wanted to share it and thought it might be useful for others.
Like many anons, Yitt also settled on methadone as the most painless method. On the cherished day, I went to my favorite bar, drank a glass of wine and a few cocktails, then walked around the city. With the last money, he rented a room in an expensive hotel, where he took a cerucal, thirty minutes later - a gram of methadone, washed down with water and lay down on the bed. It all happened so quickly that there was no drowsiness, I just passed out after three minutes, I guess. It was completely painless, there was not even psychological discomfort. Although alcohol probably helped here, well, cerucal added a sedative effect. Also, don’t forget your attitude – if you really thought about your life and decided to end it, then there should be no fear of death, at most a little excitement.
A moment later, I woke up surrounded by cops, medics and hotel staff. As it turned out, during this moment, 20 hours passed, which I was unconscious, and woke up from two injections of naloxone. I realized I fucked up and I was fucked. My mom went to the police and they found me on camera. I expected it, of course, but I thought a day at the hotel would be enough for me to leave, since most deaths occur within 8-10 hours, and I took a whole gram.
I was taken to an ambulance and taken to a drug treatment center, where I was stripped to the goal (yes, my underwear was also removed) and tied to a bed where I vomited yesterday’s alcohol, which for some reason did not digest in the stomach and prevented methadone from quickly entering the body. After that, hell began. Imagine that you are in a state of extreme weakness and drowsiness and periodically lose consciousness, after which you are given an injection and thrown out of sleep so sharply and strongly, as if you were pulled from nothingness into being. Blood turns into soda and boils, the skin seems to melt, the heart beats frantically and every cell in your body hurts unbearably. This lasts for several hours, after which you again go into a state of extreme weakness and drowsiness. Then again injection and so on several times a day for three days. It was so painful that I began to think I had actually died in a hotel and gone to hell. If that's how it feels during withdrawal, then I understand why addicts can kill for a dose. On the second day, my legs failed, I just couldn’t feel them and couldn’t move them, large bleeding sores appeared on my lower back and arms, I began to hear echoes and my near vision deteriorated greatly, everything blurred. I thought something had hurt in my head and I was going to be a vegetable for the rest of my life.
On the fourth day, methadone was out of my system, naloxone was canceled and locked in a dope for two months. I’m not going to talk about it, I think, and it’s clear how bad it is. After leaving it, I was waiting for a conversation with the precinct about where I got methadone and a fine of 5,000 rubles for drug use. This is it.