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**Caution: Some comments may be disturbing to read, but we feel that to sugar-coat these comments would undermine the purpose of this site. Name: M. I was living in Miami Beach for a year and had noticed the rampant drug use. After returning from a trip home to Chicago, I was invited to a barbeque with some friends. We had been holding barbeques all summer and thought nothing of it. My friend and I hadn't felt like drinking much so we shared a beer. Some guys offered us a drink, we said we would share a small one. Thinking back, I kind of noticed something strange when they were making the drink. As we shared the drink, only taking a few sips, the room seemed to become strange, like everyone was on a stage performing for us. My friends boyfriend had also taken a few sips by that time. Within about ten minutes, we were exhausted and had to sit down. Luckily, her boyfriend realized our exhaustion and suggested we go home. I don't remember the drive home, only getting out of the car and going straight to bed. The next three days are a blur. I was unable to move. I was unable to pick up the phone and speak. The room spun if my head was up or down. If I hadn't been living alone, I am sure I would have been in the hospital. For just over one week following the incident, I was incoherent, unable to compose full sentences or understand what others were saying. I consider myself extremely lucky for two reasons; one, I was taken out of a potential rape situation. Drug use should be a choice... we were not given that decision. Our freedom was taken away. Second, I survived. I think back to that time a lot. This wasn't out in a club. This was with supposed mutual friends in a casual atmosphere. I am not a young and naive girl either. I am a thirty year old professional,
proof that this is everywhere. I just want to make sure no one else has to go
through the pain and suffering associated with this drug, which is obviously not
harmless. I don't know anything about this drug. as a matter of fact I have never heard
of it until today. I never heard of it until a friend is in a coma because of
it. This is scary [stuff] I am also a mother who lost her 20 year old son to GHB. I would really like
to be able to talk to some of the other parents about their grieving process. Is
there anyway there could be a live web chat or at least a way to email other
parents. I liked "Remember My Child by Patricia Ragano and would really
find it helpful to be able to have a dialogue with other parents. ******************************************************************************* May heart goes out to those who have lost loved ones to drug abuse, especially
"G". I hate the fact that this drug has such a huge wall of
"positive" propaganda to hide behind. I'm glad that this site speaks
the truth about "G". Law enforcement is well behind the learning curve
when it comes to dealing with this drug and some of the other so called
"designer" drugs. But I want to tell you that some of us are learning
fast. I am a narcotics detective in Nevada. We are going after the people who
use, distribute and manufacture this stuff. If you are a "casual" user
or someone with other crimes like rape in mind, we will get you eventually. One
way or another you will run out of time or space in which to hide. Your friends
will "dime" you out, or you'll really screw up and sell to me or one
of my friends. Eventually we will get you and justice will be served. This past Saturday night I was at my friends house partying. We had taken XTC
and someone brought over GHB in a water bottle. I was really messed up and I
took a sip. It was awful. But I felt good for a while. I took another sip
roughly one hour later. I felt okay..... until I woke up in the hospital with
IV's and a catheter inserted in my private parts to help me urinate. I didn't
remember a thing. My friends said I passed out without any warning signs and
that I was completely unconscious. They were pounding on my chest, slapping me
in the face and putting water all over me. I didn't feel a thing. They said it
looked like I was dead. My breathing got really slow and my eyes wouldn't dilate.
They drove me to the nearest hospital and I finally woke up 4 hours later scared
out of my mind. I nearly died. The doctors said that there is no treatment for
what happened to me. No cure. They could do nothing but watch me and pray that I
woke up. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I am so thankful to
be alive. I can't believe that I was so stupid to willingly take a drug that men
use to hurt women with. I am so ashamed. I will never touch drugs again. Not
everyone gets a second chance like I did. On June 11, 2000 a person I considered to be one of my best friends died at a
club in NYC. The details of death were sketchy, but some things were for sure.
She was drinking and dancing and having a great time when she started to
complain of not feeling well. Sometime in the early morning hours she passed
out. Instead of getting help right away, the others with her thought she just
needed rest, and kept her in the club. A bouncer found her and that is when a
911 call was made. We will never know the whole truth, but stories are that she
was rushed to the hospital a long time after passing out. On the way to the
hospital, there was a faint pulse but it was too late. We know she did have 3
hits of GHB or Liquid Ecstasy as it is sold here, and after reading this web
site I know that is what killed her. She was the most special person I have ever
met and I can't believe I will never see her again. I hope that this web site
reaches people in time to prevent tragedies. There is nothing good about GHB. Just wanted to say thanks for all the info. I have been an addict for two years. I recently got clean three months ago. Please let everyone know that there is help, this thing can be turned around. GHB and GBL stole my soul, I thank God everyday for keeping me alive and giving me the opportunity to share my experience. ******************************************************************************* My daughter came to us and told us she thought she was going to die if she
took any more g and that she thought she would die if she did not. I had no idea
it was addictive. We took her to a treatment facility and ended up spending the
first night in the emergency room where the treatment facility sent her when her
vital signs became unstable. We took her back to the treatment facility only to
return to the hospital two days later, she spent 24 hours in the hospital
totally unresponsive to anything. It has been the most frightening experience of
my life. I am full of anger at her, myself and the gym where she was buying the
Verve (brand name they sell). I called the police to inform them where she was
purchasing the Verve but I got nowhere, it is not illegal to sell leather
cleaner. You can still buy it over the internet and at quite a few places known
to users. I nearly lost my daughter to "G" and I have lost my sense of
what I took to be my world. Never dreaming my child could have a drug problem
was ignorance on my part. Ignorance of what G does is also a short coming on my
part. I would like to see more done on closing down the places that distribute
this deadly drink. I was introduced to GHB analog back in 1998 and for a long time I thought I
was going to die. I first tried GHB as a sleeping aid, and quickly found that I
was using the drug on a daily basis. During the last 2 years I was arrested four
times for driving under the influence of the drug. The police also called my
parents on three occasions and my mother picked me up. The police also called
the paramedics on four separate occasions. I was taken to the hospital, and the
ER doctors thought I was going to die. I am currently under treatment by a doctor. I am taking Buspar for anxiety, and it seems to work really well. My family is been very supportive, and it is my wish to never use this horrible drug again. ******************************************************************************* FIRST OF ALL I WOULD JUST LIKE TO THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS WEB SITE OR I
WOULD PROBABLY BE DEAD. ABOUT A MONTH AGO, I BECAME A VICTIM OF GHB. I DID NOT
INTENTIONALLY TAKE THIS DRUG, BUT UNFORTUNATELY SOMEONE SLIPPED IT INTO MY
DRINK, AND THEN DECIDED TO TELL ME ABOUT IT, AND THE SAD THING ABOUT WAS THAT IS
THAT I AM A RECOVERING ADDICT. I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT THIS WAS THE WORST
EXPERIENCE THAT I HAVE EVER HAD, AND TO ME IS CONSIDERED THE MOST DANGEROUS
DRUG. I AM ONLY TWENTY YEARS OLD AND I HOPE TO NEVER EXPERIENCE THE FEELING THAT
I FELT EVER AGAIN. I WAS FINE FOR ABOUT 3 HOURS BUT THEN I PASSED OUT, STARTED
THROWING UP ON MYSELF, AND LOST MY PULSE. THANKFULLY THE IDIOT THAT DID THIS TO
ME HAD ENOUGH SENSE, TO CALL MY MOTHER AND TELL HER WHAT WAS HAPPENING. IMMEDIATELY
MY MOTHER LOOKED UP YOUR SITE, AND LEARNED WHAT TO DO. I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL IN
A COMA FOR ONE DAY, AND HAD TO STAY FOR TWO MORE. WHEN RELEASED, MY BODY WAS
STILL IN SHOCK, AND I STILL LAID IN BED, WITH EXCRUCIATING MUSCLE SPASMS,
ABDOMINAL CRAMPS, AND A HEAD-ACHE THE SIZE OF TEXAS, AND NOT BEING ABLE TO EAT
FOR DAYS. I TRULY CANNOT UNDERSTAND, WHY SOME WOULD CHOOSE TO PUT THIS POISON
INTO THEIR BODY. I SURVIVED AND VOWED TO TRY TO HELP DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS
EPIDEMIC. SO FOR ANYONE OUT THERE, WHO IS READING THIS, AND IS THINKING ABOUT
TAKING GHB, PLEEAASSEE, TAKE IT FROM ME, DO NOT DO IT YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU
ARE GETTING YOURSELF INTO. IT IS NOT A GAME, AND IF YOU CHERISH YOUR LIFE YOU
WILL NOT PUT THIS GARBAGE INTO YOUR BODY, IT'S NOT MEANT FOR THAT PURPOSE, AND
TO THE SITE CREATORS I CHERISH YOU, AND CREDIT YOU FOR SAVING MY LIFE, KEEP
FIGHTING THE WAR YOUR ARE DOING A [darn] GOOD JOB. My friend died last night from taking this and I was surprised how many in
our group have never heard of this. He's dead probably cardiac arrest. What were
they doing with this? I read the tragedies the whole thing sucks. I just wanted
to get more info and I thank you for having a web site like this. Now I can
explain why he died. Thanks Alison I lost my sister on Oct.29 99. I don't know the full details, but I do know
she didn't ******************************************************************************* I was just recently date raped while at a party. This can happen to ANYONE!! I put my drink down went to the bathroom after that I do not remember anything. This is a great website, and I hope that everyone can read up on and learn about these horrible drugs that are so easy to consume. ******************************************************************************* Another time I had just gotten a brand new GHB kit, from a brand new company that I had never bought from before. I couldn't wait to make it up. I mixed it up like usual, took my normal dosage, waited about 30mins, then attempted to go to my girlfriends house. About half way there, I noticed I wasn't driving well, I was feeling the GHB kick in real strong. I almost crashed several times, but I kept driving. Next thing I know, I pulled up to a red light. Well, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew an ambulance guy was waking me up while I was stopped at the light. He called the cops, but they never came, too busy in Philly to come to an ambulance call. They thought I might be diabetic, because I never told them about the GHB. They let me go. I went to my girlfriends, and I was real scared. I told her what had happened for some reason, because I knew it was a problem, and wanted help. Needless to say, I didn't stop then. This stuff is the worst. P. R. I have many GHB horror stories. The worst one is that I was addicted to GHB for 3.5yrs straight. I took it every 3hrs, everyday, and every night. When I realized it was a problem, and wanted to quit. I went through the worst withdrawal ever. I shook like a leaf, had cold sweats, tremors, insomnia, anxiety, it was the worst time of my life ever. I didn't feel normal again until after about 2 months of feeling side effects. The worst part is that after being off for about 3 months, I started using again. This time I was using straight GBL, which turns out to be the worst analog of GHB there is. After using GBL every 3hrs, everyday like before, my heart failed. I had cardio-myopathy, which is when your heart grows enormous in size, and can't pump blood efficiently. I was placed on life support, on a heart bypass machine, and I was put on the heart transplant list. The doctors had no idea what caused my condition at all. My brother told the doctors about my GHB use, but they didn't think that was what caused the problem. Slowly but surely my heart and lungs got better. They took me off the heart transplant list, and my lungs healed too. I was taken off life support, and transferred out of ICU. Till this day, I am known as the miracle child at University of Pennsylvania. I never should of lived with what I had wrong with me. I was in a regular hospital room for another week, then transferred to a re-hab hospital to get me walking again. Now came the bad news, I suffered permanent nerve damage to my legs and feet. Basically, I'm paralyzed in the feet. This happened from lack of oxygen to my feet while being on life support. All this [stuff] because of GHB. I can't believe it. Well, now I'm getting more and more feeling in my legs and feet, but I still crave GHB. I was just strung out on it again, even though I know it almost killed me. That's how bad this drug is. I'll do whatever I can to get this stuff off the streets. Thanks for listening. P Rizz ******************************************************************************* I checked it out because my husband was at a club this weekend with his
friends from out of town. Someone slipped GHB in a girls drink and he
accidentally drank it and ended up in the emergency room at 5 in the morning.
Thankfully he got to come home that day after getting his stomach pumped and
almost dying. We have a baby due in 2 weeks and I could not lose him. This is
just scary and dangerous. My husband is 6'3 and 200lbs. It is scary to think
what it would have done to a smaller woman. April 6th, I wrote a comment on how my boyfriend of 2 years and I had made a pact not to touch any nitro or ghb at all. Friday, the 14th of July will be exactly 8 weeks since his death. We had plans to get together that Friday night, and for some strange reason- I didn't go. I guess I was just a little ticked that he hadn't called that day. About 1 am that Saturday morning, I received a phone call from a detective and the fire marshall of Greenville county, asking for permission to come over and talk to me. By the time they got there, I had already heard the news that he was dead. It was a house fire, started by what they think was a cigarette. He dies of smoke inhalation, b/c he had done so much of the nitro [stuff], that he couldn't even get out of his burning home. The last person the see him was a girl that I know parties hard with ghb, so I am almost positively sure that she gave him some. I have had tremendous guilt over not going by his home that night, and extreme suicidal thoughts and actions. I was becoming so bad that I had to hospitalized for 15 days. His death was so in vain because of GHB. I hate it. It cost me my first love, all of my future plans, dreams and aspirations. But above all of that I lost the only person that knew me inside and out. I lost a best friend. All I want to know is how many loved ones do we have to see die before we decide to change things? I ,miss him so very much. I visit his grave nearly every day. Please tell all of your friends and family members about this horrible drug---THAT DOES KILL!!! Most people don't even know what GHB is. Please let your loved ones know how much you love them and how awful it would be for you to lose them over something so dumb as GHB. Thanks for hearing me out. ******************************************************************************* Unfortunately my friend and I were unwilling participants in experiencing the effects of this horrible drug. We were with a group of friends, of which included her husband and my fiancée and we were at our local boat club for their annual festival. My fiancée is a member so we were familiar with quite a few people there. After dinner my friend and I had a couple drinks at the tiki bar. The guys had already headed down to the boat and they only left us with a few dollars, so we split our last drink (which was our 4th drink of the night, and they were smaller drinks) That is the last thing both of us remember. From what I am told we began acting extremely drunk, stumbling drunk for that matter. I guess we got stick on tatoos on our hips that someone was doing at the bar and we were showing people, which is highly unlike us. My friends husband couldn't believe how drunk he "thought" we were so he decided to take my friend home. I on the other hand got in a fight with my fiancée when he tried to take me home and I became violent. I hit him and started slamming the car door. He didn't realize what was going on with me and he left me with his brother and a friend. I am told at this point I started hallucinating and didn't recognize anyone I was with. My friend got me to his boat where I began throwing up and passed out. I guess I woke up hysterical and they took me to my fiancée's house. I was hysterical and they threw me in the shower. I briefly remember sobbing in the shower, but have no clue how I got to bed. I woke up at 8am with no clue of what had happened. I immediately called my friend and crazy enough the last thing she remembered was sharing our last drink. She also puked the whole way home and passed out. We obviously are the lucky ones. I can't believe someone would actually put something in our drink, but I am convinced after all your stories. I thought being out with my fiancée I didn't have to worry about that stuff, but I was sadly mistaken. Don't these people have sisters or daughters. How could someone do this? ******************************************************************************* My daughter was also killed by ghb Oct. 29,99. She was only 30yrs. old,
leaving behind 3 beautiful sons. We miss her so much and cannot understand why
anyone would do this to her. She passed on in Ma; I live in Ca. I just took the drug (GHB) for the first time July 4th. Until then I haven't heard much about this drug they call GHB. I was at a party celebrating the holiday activities, drinking beer, lighting firecrackers, etc.. A good buddy of mine wanted to try this drug out and asked me to do it with him and another friend. I asked the dude that had the GHB if it was safe and he assured me of its safety. My first friend passed out at two caps, my second friend passed out at three. That left me trying to stay awake to get my friends home. One of my friends tried to get another friend to take him home but they didn't get far do to his throwing up constantly and trouble breathing. The girlfriend of the dude that had the GHB told me to take my other friend home, that she didn't want to have to watch him all night. How I regret letting her talk me into driving him home. I even told her I don't think I can make it and her reply was "I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't think you could do it". Little did she know I was about an hour away from having a respiratory failure. I don't know how I made it to by buddy house (A good buddy that lives right
by my house), But I assure you it took all I had to get there. I pulled in the
driveway and passed out. The guy that was riding with me said he heard me
moaning and woke up and asked if I was o-kay. I replied "just give me tin
minutes". He thought that would be fine and went to knock on the window.
Got he keys to get in and went in. When I came to about 9 hours letter I was in the ER with all kinds of tubes in me. Decapature to say the lest. It took a lot of i-v's to get me up. When they checked my blood out at the ER they said this stuffed was laced with PCP. My body gave up four times in the ER they say. I don't know about you guys but that's four more then I needed. Well its two days latter and I still can't eat solid foods do to fake they pumped my stomach. It still hurts when I pee. So this letter goes out to everyone who thinks they should try GHB. If you do it your one stupid mother-!@#$%. Please don't let your friend try this stupid GHB crap. It only kills and I
mean (KILLS).. I am extremely frustrated. I had a friend who had been taking GHB for about 2
years and he, himself decided that he needed to stop. He noticed that he needed
it daily to function and even felt that he needed it to survive. It was very
difficult for him to muster up the courage and go into detox, but however he
does recount that it was extremely frustrating too because no one knew about
ghb. He desperately wanted help and no one took it seriously. None of the
physicians he went to see knew anything about ghb and thought the panic attacks
he was suffering was in his mind. He left detox in 5 days and by the third day
in detox they had told him that his withdrawals are over, but that was
definitely not the case. We would be hanging out and he would start developing
the shakes, he would close his eyes and start seeing bright lights, he wasn't
able to eat at times, and other times he would just get up and out of the blue
vomit. He would start perspiring and his heart would start pounding hard and
everyone would tell him it was something he just had to deal with. I just really
am scared that here is a person who is trying to get his life back and no one is
there to help. They just don't know any better. It is scary that a drug could
have so much of a hold over a person, especially when he says that going through
these withdrawals is so bad that he feels like he would rather jump off a cliff
to get rid of this feeling. When he says that how come no one cares? I guess it
is not that they don't care, they just don't know any better. I really do feel
bad for anyone else going through this and I wish there was some help. I think this website is great. Its good to know that I am not the only one who has been through this. About two months ago I was at a party and some switched out my water bottle. I started feeling really sick so I went to the bathroom and ended up sitting on the floor in there for 3 hours. When I finally got up to go back to the party I blacked out and don't remember anything that happened until 11:30 the next morning. When I finally did wake up I was lying on a friend's front porch swing in a puddle of puke wearing nothing but a blanket. I couldn't talk walk or even open the door to get inside. Finally a neighbor let me in, but by this time I was huddled up in the corner of the porch crying hysterically. Once I got in I woke my friend up and tried to get him to take me home but because I couldn't talk right it too about two hours for him to figure out what I wanted. He knew that my parents would kill me if I came home so messed up so he tried to burn some time, but when I started screaming and convulsing he knew things were way worse than he thought. He took me home and my mom wanted to take me to the hospital but I wouldn't let her, but when she had to sit and watch me convulse for 10 minutes straight she decided I needed to go. By the time I got to the hospital the convulsions had stopped but I still didn't know who I was or where I was. Because my symptoms weren't as severe by the time I got to the hospital the ER staff put me on the back burner for a while. At about 1 a.m. they finally had me drink the charcoal but the G had been in my system for over 24hrs by that time. I have never been so scared in my whole life. I have almost fully recovered now, but I can't go to parties anymore and my whole body shakes all the time. I just can't understand why anyone would WANT to do something like that. It just isn't worth it simply to get high. |
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