@Tryptameanie 567132 wrote:
This goes back a good few years and might be a TL;DR but is by far the stupidest thing I’ve done. I was a speed fiend at the time and had been awake many many days when I saw/hallucinated a man with a knife walk into my girlfriends house and being a proper man I legged it put the back door, leaving my girlfriend with the imaginary maniac, ran to the phone box and dialed 999. Told them a man with a knife was i the house and they said someone was on the way. They told me I had to get off the phone but I wouldn’t and kept talking shit until I saw 2 police cars screaming round the corner with sirens blazing. Even though I’d cal;led them for help, I just turned and ran, tried to jump a 2 foot wide ditch but landed in the middle and had to climb out. I was now in some fields with a river on my left and a tall hedge on my right. Every 100m or so there was a gap in the hedge and at the 1st gap I looked and saw 2 men, 1 was pointing a shotgun at me so I took off running again and this happened at every gap I came to. I finally got to the end of the field but about 10m from the road I saw them again and for some reason thought I’d be safer in the river so I jumped in. I stood waist deep in the river with my hands in the air for about 15 minutes until I decided it was safe to get out, unfortunately rivers are muddy places so I only had 1 sock and shoe when I got out. I crossed the road and must have felt pretty hot so I took off my tracksuit top and left it on a patch of grass with a mobile phone in each pocket.
I was now in a street with houses on both sides with no top on and 1 shoe when I saw a taxi. I jumped in the back and the driver turned round, looked at me and without saying anything just got out of the taxi. I sat for a few minutes before realizing he wasn’t taking me anywhere and got back out and carried on walking. Few minutes later a police car pulled up and starting asking questions like where my parents lived etc. I was sure I answered them all correctly but the copper didn’t agree and stuck me in the back of the car. The next thing I knew I was in A&E hooked up to an ECG which was going mental cos I couldn’t stay still. Everytime the doctors left to look at someone else I start fidgeting, making the ECG go wild and they would run back telling me to stay still or they’d sedate me, but I had no chance of staying still so my arse was filled with lorazepam and diazepam.
The end.
Damn son.
Why do you junkies get sedatives pumped into you when you freak out on a trip, yet when I’m sober I can’t even get my self sectioned when I try, and believe me I’ve tried. Once started on some random builder and genuinely tried to goad him into pummelling my brains in with a lump hammer, because that’s how I felt at the time. The police pick me up and take me to the hospital after I tell them I was heading towards the nearest train track. Even upon arriving with a police escort, although not under arrest, I was discharged within 20 minutes and didn’t get given shit.
