On Thursday August 24 2017, sometime around midnight, I overdosed on a cocktail of drugs.
According to my wife and her sisters, my skin felt dry and cold but I was still sweating. My pulse was irregularly irregular, and my breathing was almost nonexistent. My pupils were pinpoint constrictive and irresponsive to light. My lips were a grayish blue.
I have nothing more to add.
UPDATE: Monday August 28 2017
If the overdose was a close encounter with death, then death is unfelt nothingness. I do not remember being on the ground, almost dead but not yet alive.
I was sitting down bingeing on McDonalds, then I woke up in bed next to wife.
Whatever happened in-between is a fading dream.
Once I get my UK visa and travel, I will attend Narcotics Anonymous (NA) meetings. Until then, I don’t know how to cope with sobriety.
I haven’t been sober for almost 3 years. I’m not proud of what I’m writing – I’m not bragging about my stupidity.
No further comments for now.