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Edited on Tue Dec-21-04 03:45 AM by Bouncy Ball
You would think, at the age of 32 (which was when this happened), I'd know better, but ohhhh no.
I was at a friend's house, a few people were there that I knew. Enjoying myself, everyone having a good time, except that I had a WICKED ass sinus headache. If you've ever had one, just nod in empathy. Yep, a lot of you out there. It was right behind my right eye and so painful I wanted someone to just take a rubber mallet to my head and put me out of my misery. The weak drink I was having wasn't helping.
I told my friend because she asked why I didn't seem to be having as much fun and she brightened up and said "Hold on! I've got the PERFECT stuff for that! It'll knock it right out!" I ASSUMED they were some kind of antihistamine and/or decongestant.
She comes back and gives me two, then says, "No go ahead and take four." I look at her in shock. "FOUR?" I don't take four of anything. She says "Oh God, they're so mild. If you take two you won't even notice."
So, trusting her (I knew her very well) and being in extreme pain and desperate to get rid of it, I took all four and washed them down with a moderate to large amount of alcohol.
Holy Shit.
They were very very strong muscle relaxers. I was useless. Boneless. Jelly. Oh I felt good all right. I kept showing everyone (when I was still conscious), with the use of a cocktail pick, how I could no longer feel my legs, then dissolving in slobbery laughter. The problem was, since everyone else was drinking, they just thought I got a head start or started drinking quickly and was way ahead of them.
My breathing became so depressed, I would stop for a few seconds (or so I was told this later). My husband came over to get me a bit later and found me face down on the floor (this was just supposed to be a little casual get together, it was not a get shit faced par-tay). He found out from my friend what she gave me (she thought *I* knew they were muscle relaxers and she was so used to them they didn't do jack to her and at this point she couldn't remember how many she gave me!). He freaked out and took me to the ER where they pumped my stomach.
Not good. The worst part was, at my age, I KNEW I should have ASKED what they were, but just didn't think to.
My husband was glad I was alive, then he was very, VERY angry with me.
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