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Can’t Get Enough of That Sweet Cocaine

November 6th, 2009

Half asleep, I reached over to the night stand to grab my kit. Ahhh, there is nothing like that first line in the morning. I added a little to my regular “dose” and snorted away. As usual, the result was short but sweet. I decided to do another line when my roommate came pounding on the door. I knew she was going to complain about something so I figured I Drug Addiction Stories   Can’t Get Enough of That Sweet Cocainemay as well be riding high when she had her little fit. “Late with rent…” yadda, yadda. I barely heard her once she got past the first sentence. It was all so routine by now. “Ok, sorry, I’ll work on that today” I mumbled as I went back to my room. Actually, what I was going to work on was getting more cocaine.

I stopped at my Sister’s place first. She had that disapproving look but at least she let me in. We drank coffee and she told me about how our parents were doing. It was so hard to sit there patiently. Finally, she left the room and I scrambled across the kitchen to the counter, where her purse was. I got into her wallet and took out $60. I would have liked more but I felt compelled to at least leave her something. I stayed for a while longer, only because I knew that when she found out, she would be mad and I wouldn’t be allowed back in there for a while.

I headed downtown and got my precious package. I knew it wouldn’t last long but for now, I was set. My dealer was feeling generous that day and we did a line of his stuff. About 10 minutes later my heart started pounding. At first, I thought it was going to be a great rush but something didn’t feel right. My chest felt tight and it got harder and harder to breath. Instead of feeling just warm, I felt burning hot. I guess I must have passed out on the sidewalk.

The next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital with a respirator in my throat and I.V.’s running into my veins. Apparently that last line of cocaine had done something to my heart and I had been unconscious for 3 days. My parents were there and even my sister came. That was my wake up call and the truth is; I’m lucky I woke up at all.

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  1. Mike
    November 7th, 2009 at 13:11 | #1

    Thanks for the post.
    Scary story, and proof positive that sometimes it can just take that one hit. I know in your case there were lots of hits before that, but having an impared mind puts you in all sorts of bad situations. i am glad you woke up to tell your story.

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