Okay, this is the scariest thing that's ever happened to me in these last 21 years, even including the two of which I spent in Texas prisons. My best friend came in from Houston this past weekend, and it's his vacation so all he wants to do is party in Austin. Well, I take him to a bunch of parties all weekend (Including one hosted by my ex-girlfriend who I haven't talked to since we were actively dating), and he loves it as usual. I think he's an alcoholic honestly, because that's all he seems to enjoy. Yesterday, he's still here and I have to be at work and get back to the grind, so he's all depressed because "The party's over." So I came back from work and strung together as many people as I could and bought as much alcohol as I could, and we all got drunk (Translation to him: partied). Then people had to leave, so it was just me and him. We kept drinking, and all of the sudden he starts heaving and breathing like he's having a heart attack, then he sort of goes into a seizure and falls over in his seat. I yell at him over and over and slap him a bunch of times and get no response. Then I checked his pulse and listened for breathing...I got neither. So I start slapping the **** out of him and all of the sudden he spazzes and jerks up and starts breathing again. I try to go wake up my roommates, but I was too worried to wait on them and ran back to check on him. He was lacking vital signs again, so I slapped him and shoved his chest in until he did the same stuff again. Then I just picked his 6'2", 230 pound body up with my 6', 165 frame and took him out to the car. I started speeding to the hospital, but I was drunk and I didn't want to report that to the authorities since it would wind me up in prison again. So I took him to a nearby friends house and beat down their door until they came out to help. By now, he had been maintaining breating for about 5 minutes. I gagged him repeatedly and all he puked up was creamy yellow foam. I kept this up and poured water down his throat the whole time. Eventually he was puking water. Then I filled him up with more water and about 5 minutes later he was conscious and talking (very drunken speak, however). I got him to eat bread for some sort of substinence, and then kept him up as long as I could. He was acting ok (still drunk as hell though) by the time I let him go to sleep. I put him in a chair and made him sleep there. I watched him the whole night and haven't gone to sleep yet. He's still sleeping though, but he's physically okay apparently. **** ALCOHOL, I'M A r****d IF I EVER RISK THIS AGAIN!!!
I was wondering what you meant by your response in the best attributes thread... That is truly scary. I have seen to many peoples lives disrupted by alcohol and have not drank to excess in over 5 years. I will drink a beer with my father when he barbques and I'll have a beer w/ my bro when I see him (once or twice a year), but I would rather not touch the stuff. I was all partied out by the time I was 16 and I'm 31 now. I hope your friend, as well as you, are ok.
Hey that's pretty rough. I remember driving a friend home once and I thought he died on me. I actually pulled over to try to find a pulse, scared the crap out of me. Alcohol can be bad news.
Either that or just know a good drug dealer that looks like Eric Stoltz and keeps it at his house.... Seriously though Dallas, that is crazy. Reminds me of the scene in Traffic where the kid OD's. I have never had anyone get that bad on me, most of the time they/I just pass out. I am like Falcons Talon now mostly, I drink very little, all partied out now and I am only 23. Kids...
That's pretty horrific. The whole time your telling this true story...all I can think of is the scenes in "Pulp Fiction" where Vincent Vega takes Marcellus Wallace's wife, who just snorted heroin like it was coke and overdosed, over to his dealer's(played by Quentin Tarantino) house to try and better deal with the bad situation which has unfolded. You must have truly felt like Vincent Vega and been pretty panicked. That is scary. You did a good job. Your friend owes you his life. Man, what a story. Wow. Surf
Eric Stoltz was the dealer Quentin Tarantino had the house where they cleaned the brains out of the back seat.
Exactly. It seems like with all the time it took you to go to your friends place you could've just called 911.
That's a good question...but my answer is a not good one. At first I was just freaking out and not thinking, but then when I got him over to my friend's house, I started cognating. I'm on probation and I can't drink. I can't have any run-ins with the law whatsoever or I go back to prison. That, of course shows y'all how stupid I am for letting my friend risk his life at the same time I was risking my own freedom. Plus, the person whose house I was at has several felonious warrants out for their arrest. That whole situation had me panicking...if he were to die, it would have been on my conscience for the rest of my life. The whole time I was weighing his life against my free life, and I would have risked mine in a heartbeat if he hadn't kept showing steady signs of recovery. I was just waiting on him to regress, and if that had happened at all, I was going to the hospital immediately, and then jail shortly thereafter.
DT, I went thru a very similar situation years ago. The details are different, as was the drug of choice, but very similar just the same. I know exactly how you felt, and I sympathize completely.
One thing I don't like on this board is the rolleyes. That is the most disrespectful method of posting. If you are seriously asking me a question rather than making a mockery out of a situation that you apparently can't relate to the severity of; then yes. I smacked him and he regained pulse and breathing. I didn't think that 12 beers could do all that to a person of his size, nor did I think smacking him would reverse those effects...but both happened. I'm not trying to post this to be cool or anything; quite the contrary - this thread has made me look like a total dumbass and I knew it would. I like you though, off_welfare; so don't be offended by this post, I'm not trying to disrespect you. I just want you to do the same for me, and you probably were. It's just I derived disrespect from that post and I want you to know that. And Kim, you were very well on target in your guess, and I don't mean the eating babies part
Oh, Behad...would you feel comfortable sharing your experience here? Because I would like to hear it myself.
