I have no idea how.
I tested it and it was pure. On a Sunday night I took a small snack and strong anti-emetics, mixed around 15g of N in water, swallowed it all, had a brandy, then another with Oramorph to hasten sleep. Then lay down peacefully to die. I was so calm.
I had a 4 stage dream and was being ripped from one to another, which was nurses bringing me round and attempting to get a response.
Eventually I focused and then felt myself slipping away- one nurse,S., was with me throughout. I felt calm and ready to go, and tried to thank her for making me so peaceful. Then I went.
And woke up with tubes down my throat and two men saying ‘dont struggle’. And I knew this was all too real.
Turns out my office had asked for a Police welfare check- they forced entry Tuesday lunchtime. Apparently they thought I was dead- I even had lividity on my right arm. But somehow I survived.
At the hospital they were testing me for brain damage when my brother arrived. They told him to expect the worst. They were amazed when my scan read perfectly normal.I’ve since read various books and papers from my library with no blank areas. Memory seems fine, as does my cognitive ability.
Although whatever they gave me caused wild vivid ‘dreams’ so that I couldnt sleep for 3 nights.
I developed pneumonia and an infection frlm a poorly placed arm tap. In my weakened condition they still had to give me powerful antibiotics. Neither of these two problems developed further.
Anazingly, I had no organ damage. In fact I recovered from the toxins caused by the high pill dosage in 24 hours instead of a few days.
They said it would take a week to walk- I did it on the third day. I was told I’d be on oxygen till New Year- I came off Christmas Eve and was discharged a week later.
I couldn’t understand how I survived for 36hrs unassisted. My brother cleaned my room and confirmed I hadnt vomited.
I asked six doctors- two said I was just very lucky, two shrugged, two ignored the question.
I lost 2 stones in as many weeks. My only lasting damage is my numb and weak right hand- they say it will heal over the next few months.
I managed to walk 5 miles 3 days after release though it drained me next day. Following week I went back to work- people commented on how unexpectedly well I looked for someone who’d been in an ICU.
Im back at the gym now and eating healthy- all my blood checks show clear and healthy levels throughout my system.
I dont know why I lived- perhaps my (dead) Mother helped- I dont know.
Im recovering- but still confused.
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Damn, you sure have a resilient body. I catch a cold and I’m sick for like 6 weeks 🙁
Gimme your immune system!!
If the police hadn’t ‘interfered,’ you would have died. The medics pumped the ******** out of your system, so you didn’t ingest/process the entire 15g. Who knows how much of it they pumped out.
I think simply surviving for over 36hrs with no damage is a feat in itself, one I never intended or expected.
Wow, that is an amazing story ! I’m glad you have another chance, almost completely unimpaired.
The method you described is pretty much exactly how Dignitas does it. Maybe the N you got was impure, or it was just TOO MUCH of an OD that your body rejected it. Miracle !
Well, that eliminates one method from your list of options for the future 😉 Gunshots are no longer on my list for the same reason 😀
How do you feel about surviving? I would love to get my hands on some ******** and even ordered the forms from Dignitas but they won’t accept depression as enough of a reason. Not sure why I should struggle in death like I struggled in life it seems unfair.
Yeah, how did you get your hands on ********?
Hey, read this post … suicideproject.org/2016/12/dignitas-an-assisted-suicide-clinic/#comment-544429
There’s something called “weariness of life”, and Dignitas accepts it as a reason.
My response was meant for going.nowhere
Thanks for the response. Based on what I’ve read I don’t qualify as weary for long enough! Personally I think it should be for each individual to decide their breaking point.
Yeah, that was my post. At least according to one of the articles I read, it was “apparently” a viable reason for applying. Key word “apparently”. It’s not like I’ve tried to apply myself, so I wouldn’t know if they’d truly accept that… but the article made it seem like they would, so… idk.
Hi. Glad you shared. I had a similar experience but with a host CNS depressants.It was well planned out. I felt very peaceful as well. Prayed. And swallowed pills by the handsful and washed them down with copious amounts of alcohol. Never threw up. Same thing with the scan. Found too late do the charcoal thing; took anti nausea before hand; lived WAY longer than I ought to have and woke up to nurses yelling at me. Brain scan turned out okay, but I feel there are spots that are a little fuzzy: like finding the right words sometimes or not always being able to formulate my thoughts, or being too damn verbose.
My attempt was 8 1/2 years ago. People use the word “Miracle” for my surviving relatively unscathed as well. For my life (no pun intended), I have no idea why I am still here.
If you figure it out for you let me know, as I am apparently too dim to figure it out myself!
I survived a hell of a lot of Xanax, and I still don’t know how to feel about that five years later. I, too, died, albeit for a much shorter time. While the doctors think it was unscathed, I wonder if it actually escalated some memory issues. If you figure out how to feel about surviving, I’d love some answers.
IG: do you feel more emotional after the attempt? If so, do you think it is from the confusion as to why you’re still here? Frustration at where you are? Inability to move on? or do you think it is an after effect of the attempt itself?
I seem to not be as stoic in the way I handle things. I also don’t filter my thoughts as well as I ought. Luckily that impulsiveness doesn’t translate into inappropriate actions. . . .
Wow, I don’t know what to say. You used one of the most reliable ways. Certain things you said give the impression your body processes and releases toxins quickly and you have a rapid healing response.
You said you feel confused, which is certainly understandable. Are you glad to have survived or upset with them for finding you?
Ha ha. I woke up demanding to speak with “My advocate”. (I wanted to deny treatment.) They mocked me. I will never seek “professional help” again. Ever. There is no help, only condemnation and shaming and
Well, the first 6 months felt surreal.
I kinda thought maybe God saved me for a reason.
Then I thought I found that reason.
Then I realized it was a cruel twist of fate.
Glad or upset? Both. it altered my relationships with everyone. I’ve shared some wonderful family moments: nieces married, one has a child, etc.
And now I’m thinking MV wasn’t asking me that question. Oh well.
I’ve never attempted suicide before perhaps never needed to until now but I fear surviving and the damage done and being in a worse place. I was thinking zopiclone and a bag on the head…not sure if I have enough. Never taken the drug before and saving them for a rainy day…
Which testing kit did you use?
im getting 20mg but ill make sure noone is around
Wow. I would be furious to be alive if I were you. Where did you get your supply from? Was it painful when ypu were unconcious??
Could you please get me the supplier? Please
January did you take the liquid? How much do you weigh? You slept for two days?