A drug confession/story

Hi
Well I've been a member here for almost 6 years now, I can't really remember. i havent visited the site in a few months, but I figured I would share this story with you all since anonimity can be a wonderful thing. I am not preaching or bragging or anything like that, I merely felt like sharing this little episode of my life with you guys. Maybe it will provide some insight or act as a warning for some of you, I don't know. If nothing else, its an interesting story.

To begin: I'm 24 years old, and I am beginning my first year of medical school. I posted a thread about my life over the 6 years I've been a member of NS.com, and basically I've had a good life and I've tried to accomplish and experience quite a bit. This includes various types of drugs...
I began using drugs like most people. I started smoking pot in high school (Denver, CO), and in college (Colorado College) I tried basically everything under the sun. It was all good times and I called it my experimentation phase of my life. It was fun, but it mostly ended when I graduated from college. When I was a senior in college, some friends and I were introduced to opiates. Everything from common vicodan to oxycontin and black tar opium, but I never got into the heroin scene. I'd heard about all these things and used vicodan a few times, but it really took off my senior year. We had some good times with opiates, but we made sure to always keep things in check, to never take it too far.

Well we graduated and all went out separate ways, and I didn't touch anything for a year. I moved to Whistler/Blackcomb and became a ski instructor for a year, and that's when I became reaquianted with my old friends opiates and cocaine. I'd use these 2 drugs once a week or so, never too much. Just to have fun with friends and relax. After ski instructing for a year, I moved back to Denver to begin school again, and I lived close to my parents in an apartment by myself. I work at a hospital, and so I had access to strong opiates from a friend who worked at the pharmacy. (It's a long story, but he got away with snatching some up every now and then). I also met someone above me who deals, so I had easy access to another certain powdered drug.

Needless to say, living by myself with nothing to do, I started hitting those 2 drugs up hard. This is this year, beginning in August. I maintained good grades in medical school all of the first semester, and at the beginning of the second (Jan., Feb, March). For spring break, I met up with some old high school friends, and we went up to Summit Co. to go skiing. We stayed in a friends condo and just were planning on skiing the week away.

I brought with some oxycontin and coke, although these friends of mine knew nothing of my little habits. It had become so bad that I was insulfating a pill of oxycontin once every 2 days, and the week before spring break it was everyday. Not good.

Anyway, right before my friends picked me up in Denver, I railed a huge line of each for the car up there. I was chatty, but just told them I had drank a lot of coffee. We got to our friends apartment late, and I was still feeling quite high. We brought in our stuff, and I said I was going to take a shower. I took a shower, then broke out my little baggies and did another 2 big lines of each. I came out and sat down and grabbed a beer and was feeling great hanging out with my old friends and playing Halo 2 on Xbox. After about half and hour I started to get light headed and shaky, and I ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out. I came back and said I just didn't feel good, that's all. I sat down, and then blackness.

The next thing I remember my friends were laying my down on the couch and putting a moist washcloth on my forehead. I couldn't stay conscious, and passed out for another half hour or so. When I woke up, they were all standing around looking very worried. They said I had a seizure and that I stopped breathing, and that my friend Jake had to give me mouth to mouth. I laughed and said "no way, I did not", but they just looked at me very seriously and said it was true. I had also thrown up on myself. The rest of the night I couldn't move, my muscles felt sore and exhausted. I went to the hospital in Frisco the next day, and ended up having a Cat Scan and blood tests done. I never told them what I had been taking, so they were really confused. I eventually told my friends, and they basically disassociated from me for the rest of the week. They refused to talk to me, and I havent heard from any of them since, they dont return phone calls or email.

So that's my story. I haven't touched that stuff since then, its been about 3 weeks. The first week was awful, I could barely get out of bed but at the same time I couldn't sleep or eat. Just a terrible feeling. Think what you will, I never planned on any of this happening. Addiction was always something I laughed at. I always said I'm not addicted to anyhing, I just like to relax a little. Besides, I would stop for weeks on end sometimes, so I never considered myself addicted. I never looks like it to you, until you step back and say: "Damn, if that happened to anyone else I would call them a junkie". Shit.