Blackouts

[chemboy7]

Ah, blackouts... love 'em or leave 'em they are a reality in this line of work. I have been blacking out quite frequently lately, in fact I'm pretty sure I completely lost a few days out of this month. It is the weirdest feeling to remember something up until a certain point and then just blank, black, nothing, and trying to recover what happened. I hate blackouts, the only thing possitive that can come from a blackout is a funny blackout story... and I got lots of 'em.

Sometime earlier this month I was effectively tranquilized when a pounding on my bedroom door woke me up; it was my mom (yeah, I had to move back in with the moms for alittle bit, I know, I'm a loser) she wanted to know if I still had the phone. I mumbled "of course I don't have the phone I'm sleeping" then nodded back off. God knows how long I was out until I was awaken by a beeping sound that seemed to be coming from my crotch! I jumped out of bed in a drunken stupor and threw my blankets to the floor, revealing the phone... my mom had hit the locate button on the phone base to track it. Now, I had no memory of talking to anybody on the phone, so I asked her who had called me. She said "it was the government". The government? WTF? I assume it was about student loans or grants or something but damn, they record those calls, and I have no idea what I said to them (surely whatever it was came out sounding like I had a sponge in my mouth, mumbling like a junky). Me and my mom now have an understanding that if I am unconscious (no matter what time of the day it is) I am not to be disrupted with phone calls.

I was thinking that that was going to be the worst blackout horror story that I had to tell, but then this morning I noticed that there was a bunch of grass and sod in the grill of my car. I thought, what in the hell... I haven't driven anywhere in 3 days and I sure don't remember going in any ditches. I then saw that both sides of my car were slicked with mud on the lower side the whole length of the car and the undercarage is caked with sod, mud, and hay. I know that I drove through someones lawn or feild or something I just don't know when or where... fucked up. I took her for a spin around the block after I cleaned her off and I don't think it hurt the car any, and I didn't see any blood or hair or anything on it... so I guess it's wavy gravy. You live and learn, and try to remember.

I know I can't be the only one, anyone else got a funny blackout story?

[Curio]

I quit drinking cause I heard too many of those stories....ABOUT MYSELF ....told to me the next day by friends, co-workers, etc....

I was a big time black out drunk and tried every trick in the book to get over the blacking out....vitamin b's, eating prior to, sticking to certain kinds of alcohol etc....nope....couldn't fix it ever...

It freaked me out a lot because as a creative person (wannabe writer, lol),
my memory and mind are especially important to me, you know?
I feel as though if I don't/can't remember a whole evening where I was supposedly "happy" and having a blast, then shyte man, I didn't really ENJOY it and essentially, it NEVER HAPPENED cause there's nothing to look back on.

While I got better and retained most of my faculties after stopping the alcohol, my memory is once again pretty bad...just over the past 1 to 2 years with chronic pain. I'm not sure the following is medically proven or even if it's true for me, but apparently stress combined with chronic, untreated or under medicated pain lasting longer than 3-4 months time can cause BRAIN DAMAGE; this is due to certain toxic combos of hormones and chemicals released that kill off brain cells.

glad you're okay though! time to "turn in the jug" for something else, lol!

[antigonemuse]

not very funny stories... i have the tendancy to passout, and end up in fucked up places

eg

over fours hours passed out in the shower - woke with massive gouge on back from faucet
and hour passed out (hit my head on stove) woke between stove and counter (actually moved stove with head)
overnight - naked between two of my girlfriends (I dont remember taking off cloths)

[Opiyum]

yeah, I had to move back in with the moms for alittle bit, I know, I'm a loser)

i knew there was something familiar about you

[chemboy7]

Yeah I know what you mean about the booze Coma. About a year ago when I was living with a couple of my freinds we were having this party and I got waaaay too plastered. The last thing I remember (bits and pieces really) was doing a mock strip tease with my dad's old police hat for this heavy set woman, and then I woke up with a 6 inch circle of flesh missing from the center of my chest. Hurt like a bitch with a nasty hangover to boot. I asked one of my freinds how I had got hurt and he told me that there were some people sledding down our stairs (we had a long carpeted staircase) in laundry baskets and I came running through like a mad man yelling "this is how you tobogin" and slid down the whole thing on my bare chest. I still have a nice scar. I would never have done anything that fucking stupid without the assistance of alcohol... I try not to drink anymore.

[HistoryofMadness]

My worst blackout story is one of k-pins... the first time I took them actually. I was told a story about dropping tea on a cops foot (a big cup, with ice), I slid down a muddy hill and was completely covered in mud, but went out in public anyway (wtf??), then I somehow ended up sitting in my car at my apt passed out the next morning, covered in mud (and tea) and the first thing I did was get out and lock my keys in my car...

Anyway there's more, that night, I was out for hours, but my partner in crime just said 'you don't want to know about it' and left it there. Apparently he babysat. What a pal!

[superman]

hahahahaha, those are sum hillarious stories!!

last time i blacked out i was @ bar. took 1.3 grams of gabapentin and drank over $100 worth of booze. was told i was saying the funniest shit, also that i was picking fights with people WAY bigger than me. luckily nobody was in a fighting mood.

In the morning I woke up in the lobby of an old folks home with some nasty bruises

[Zoop]

This topic is certainly in the right forum (benzo's). Man, I got lots of blackouts, and I tell y'all about them , except I don't remember any of them!

Temazepam, lorazepam, diazepam, Ambien and Sonata. Those are my biggest blackout-causers ('specially when mixed with alcohol, which I don't drink anymore, thank God).

O.K., one time when I was in college, there was this formal dance, that I didn't have a date for, but a lot of people were going without at date. There were kegs there so I guess it wasn't like strictly a "formal" like people might imagine (this was actually in pharmacy school - Richmond VA). so, anyway, a few of my friends were there and one of them had some ativans with him. I was just planning on drinking some beers that night, and possibly hooking up with a date-less female. So, I was getting a little drunk, when my buddy came up to me and was like "put out your hand." So I did and he put a couple ativans in my hand, told me what they were (it was actually generic ativans, so they are nondescript little white pills), and I promptly washed them down with some beers. A little while later, and a beer or two later, he comes up and does the same thing, and I took 2 more. And then, a little while later, he comes up again and gives me one more, which I took. Probably a total of about 6mg lorazepam, spaced out over about an hour of taking them. That's a good sized dose for lorazepam.

Well, I was pretty fucked up, and there was this one chick who was like the goody-two-shoes of the pharmacy school class (the pharmacy school was small, only one class of each year, and about 200 people in each class), and she had brought a couple girl friends of hers to come to this party. They were being cordial and the goody-two-shoes chick introduced me to one friend of hers who was particularly attractive, nice blonde chick, tall, you know... They had no idea how fucked up I was. There was this latin-dance band playing like some kinda jungle mariachi, I don't know what you call it - music. I asked this chick I had just met to dance so we were out there in front of the band with all the other people cuttin the rug, and I started going wild because this was not exactly "slow dance' music. You can imagine, with all those conga drums and the horn section, and hollering. After a little while I asked this chick if she wanted to go and "get a room" (this was at a hotel) because it was cool, "I had some rubbers." She promptly slapped my face, yes slapped my face and trotted off. I was thouroughly embarrassed about it but I stayed a good while longer at the party, keeping my distance from that group of people.

The next Monday, in the lecture hall, there was a photograph pasted on the wall outside the room of me, with a glass of beer in my hand, making this two fingers up gesture looking all kinds of messed up and there was a little note below it saying "having a good time Mr. ____ ?" I only know about what happened because people told me what happened.

[Coddfish]

I have one decent black out story.

I used to work in a bar/grill where lots of attrractive women worked. 6 or 8 of us would often stay past closing to have private parties (beer slides?). Well, there was this one chick, particularly hot, who was hanging out one night drinking beer with us. I knew she kind of liked me, so I was a bit excited about my prospects. One of the other bartenders gave me a coupla (number?) xanax, which I quickly washed down with a scotch. I had never taken benzos before, but was told that they 'just relax you.' Ok, great! I am all ready, right?

After an hour or so of ultracharm from your humble author, this chick and I (did I mention she was hot?) eventually left together intending to go to my apartment. I vividly remember riding the elevator down (the restaurant was on the top floor of a building) passionately kissing this woman.

(SCENE MISSING)

I woke up at home on the floor with a mouth full of unchewed hamburger helper. No chick to be found, drool all over the carpet.
Turns out she was in my apartment for a time, but I guess the hamburglar helper turned her off a bit.

It could've been worse, at least I did ultimately prevail. Or maybe she did.:)

[Zoop]

Ah, blackouts... love 'em or leave 'em they are a reality in this line of work. I have been blacking out quite frequently lately, in fact I'm pretty sure I completely lost a few days out of this month. It is the weirdest feeling to remember something up until a certain point and then just blank, black, nothing, and trying to recover what happened. I hate blackouts, the only thing possitive that can come from a blackout is a funny blackout story... and I got lots of 'em.

Sometime earlier this month I was effectively tranquilized when a pounding on my bedroom door woke me up; it was my mom (yeah, I had to move back in with the moms for alittle bit, I know, I'm a loser) she wanted to know if I still had the phone. I mumbled "of course I don't have the phone I'm sleeping" then nodded back off. God knows how long I was out until I was awaken by a beeping sound that seemed to be coming from my crotch! I jumped out of bed in a drunken stupor and threw my blankets to the floor, revealing the phone... my mom had hit the locate button on the phone base to track it. Now, I had no memory of talking to anybody on the phone, so I asked her who had called me. She said "it was the government". The government? WTF? I assume it was about student loans or grants or something but damn, they record those calls, and I have no idea what I said to them (surely whatever it was came out sounding like I had a sponge in my mouth, mumbling like a junky). Me and my mom now have an understanding that if I am unconscious (no matter what time of the day it is) I am not to be disrupted with phone calls.

I was thinking that that was going to be the worst blackout horror story that I had to tell, but then this morning I noticed that there was a bunch of grass and sod in the grill of my car. I thought, what in the hell... I haven't driven anywhere in 3 days and I sure don't remember going in any ditches. I then saw that both sides of my car were slicked with mud on the lower side the whole length of the car and the undercarage is caked with sod, mud, and hay. I know that I drove through someones lawn or feild or something I just don't know when or where... fucked up. I took her for a spin around the block after I cleaned her off and I don't think it hurt the car any, and I didn't see any blood or hair or anything on it... so I guess it's wavy gravy. You live and learn, and try to remember.

I know I can't be the only one, anyone else got a funny blackout story?

Wuzza blakout sitch late lee, Mr. Chem?

[cronosaegis]

I used to drink heavily- I'm talking 3 fifths of Jim Beam Black in a row, and still be functional enough to get around, make conversation, and do things.

One time I woke up in my apartment in Florida with a bra dangling from my living room ceiling fan, a 36" flat screen tv tuned to blue screen, vodka and ahem *my prescriptions* laying spread out on the floor, all over the apartment. Someone used acrylic paint, mustard, and feces to write on the walls, and some of it was prophetic. There was a wrecked mountain bike in another room, my laptop was booted up to a website that posts reviews and ads for prostitutes, and a Lou Reed album that I'd never owned was playing in a stereo sitting in my bath tub. Lipstick had been used to write a shopping list and some personal notes on the bathroom mirror- it wasn't my handwriting or lists either. I'd never heard Lou Reed before, I don't know where the bra came from, and I never owned the TV or mountain bike.

Another time I was in Florida and three days later I ended up in two states over, having lost three days in a row. I still have no idea where I went or what the fuck I did. I think it involves something to do with Albert Hoffman to begin with.

And then there's the time I ended up in a strange abandoned apartment in south Baton Rouge, near the casinos, drooling on the carpet, and wearing a pair of bermuda shorts and a hawaiiain shirt in the dead of winter during a cold spell. I had no idea who I got there, and I don't remember how I got home either.

[moviebuff927]

Man, I have way too many blackout stories to fill this whole forum but I can remember a few that really made me say, "I'll never drink/take benzo's again"

I once was drinking Goldschlager and watching a football game. I woke up the next afternoon, butt naked on my bed with no sheets on. There was muddy footprints all over my bed and house and no clearly defined path to anywhere, just a lot of muddy footprints. It turns out (thanks to a totally sober girlfriend) that I had drank a whole liter of Goldschlager throughout the night. Went in the middle of the night shrooming in a field which was wet with dew and muddy as hell. Got chased by a cow in the middle of the field, and while trying to escape the cow, was shocked by an electric fence. When I got back, I walked all through the house with my muddy shoes, decided to go drive around in the middle of the night drunk. I proceeded to hit a side barrier on a small bridge which took off my right back door of my car. I continued to drive (probably didn't even know it had happened) and drove to another girlfriend's dorm on campus. How I got there is a miracle but I did get there no the less. I made a really loud and noisy scene once I was in here room (and there were other girls there trying to sleep) and the campus police was called. Once there, they obviously noticed I was intoxicated even though I and my girlfriend denied it. They kicked me out and banned me from ever coming there again. I drove all the way back home and passed out in my bed after taking off all my clothes and for some reason the covers as well.

I don't drink anymore but will take benzos on occassion.

[chemboy7]

Wuzza blakout sitch late lee, Mr. Chem?



I don't think so, none that I can recall anyways... and if I can't remember it and no one tells me about it, it never happened. This vacation of sorts I'm taking leaves alot of open opportunities for em though.

[Zoop]

I don't think so, none that I can recall anyways... and if I can't remember it and no one tells me about it, it never happened. This vacation of sorts I'm taking leaves alot of open opportunities for em though.

ahh, "vacation" sounds nice. Glad to hear you don't member any blackouts of late.

peas

[Zoop]

I used to drink heavily- I'm talking 3 fifths of Jim Beam Black in a row, and still be functional enough to get around, make conversation, and do things.

One time I woke up in my apartment in Florida with a bra dangling from my living room ceiling fan, a 36" flat screen tv tuned to blue screen, vodka and ahem *my prescriptions* laying spread out on the floor, all over the apartment. Someone used acrylic paint, mustard, and feces to write on the walls, and some of it was prophetic. There was a wrecked mountain bike in another room, my laptop was booted up to a website that posts reviews and ads for prostitutes, and a Lou Reed album that I'd never owned was playing in a stereo sitting in my bath tub. Lipstick had been used to write a shopping list and some personal notes on the bathroom mirror- it wasn't my handwriting or lists either. I'd never heard Lou Reed before, I don't know where the bra came from, and I never owned the TV or mountain bike.

Another time I was in Florida and three days later I ended up in two states over, having lost three days in a row. I still have no idea where I went or what the fuck I did. I think it involves something to do with Albert Hoffman to begin with.

And then there's the time I ended up in a strange abandoned apartment in south Baton Rouge, near the casinos, drooling on the carpet, and wearing a pair of bermuda shorts and a hawaiiain shirt in the dead of winter during a cold spell. I had no idea who I got there, and I don't remember how I got home either.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. I HAVE ALWAYS WONDERED WHO'S APARTMENT THAT WAS!

I WANT MY LOU REED ALBUM BACK DUDE AND MY OLD LADY STILL COMPLAINS TO THIS DAY ABOUT THAT BRA SHE LOST!

just kiddin', of course

yougotttbebullshittin bout dat.

[blackdog]

We used to have contests to see who could show up for work with the worst hangover.i don't know i guess it used to be fun. After work i would stop for a cold one and stay till closing.shit then afterwords i would drive home speeding thru red lights and parking on my front lawn, all the time being followed by cops i know(they just wanted ta make sure i went home)thanx coppers.
one time i live by the borderline n.j. & n.y.state and bars stayed open later in n.y. well i went up to the hog penny tavern got trashed and woke up at home found my bronco on my neighbors lawn and realized i didn't have any underwear or sox on but otherwise was fully dressed.this bothered me. so i went back up to the hog penny tavern and there in the back was some construction rubbish and on a couple a sheets of 4x8 plywood all with nails and such was my whitie tighties t shirt and sox musta been sum sight fer the patrons .
yeah lady heron is my drug of choice now adays goin on 24 years havent been in to many bars,pick up a pack of nips every once and awhile. Now i just gotta watch out fer da narc's/undertakers fun/fun,fun
peace
da/dawgg:rolleyes:

[super_nod]

-I have personally blacked out so many fuckin x's. Ussually on benzo's while opiated. Have even ended up in rehabs till they wore off! But here's the rarest of all...

On one day off I took some methadone (liquid) about 60 mg. On top of that I took a few bars. A friend of mine was needing some money for us to get more shit so i said no prob. I went to my job and got a loan from the owner at my restaurant. When i woke up the next day i had no recollection of anything. I kept thinking about this funny dream where i got a loan from my boss and cut my finger on a knife at work. The next time i went in to work everybody told me I came in really fucked up and this girl told me I was feelin on her breasts and that I had cut my finger cuttin some bread 4 her. I was soooo embarassed. When i got my check there was a deduction.

[mrrice11]

I've also blacked out so much theres no way to count, obviously since i cant even remember. The first time i tried Xannies i was snooping through my granpas medicin cabinet and saw a rx bottle full of bars. i'd heard peoples experiences with them and seen them plenty of times, so why the hell not. i popped 3 with a swig of vodka first time.....bad idea, i felt pretty good for about a half an hour and then...blackness. i woke up about 3 o'clock pm the next day underneath my bed with a dust ball in my mouth, yuck!!

[Ragdoll]

I do believe there are entire years of my life that are blacked out due to benzos. I wish I could see something funny about it, but I don't...I've missed so much.
But I don't want to drag this well-intended thread down, so I will relate one amusing incident..... ah, forget it. Sorry. Black-outs are fucked up and make me sad.

[Papa Verine]

Came to one early morning (3am) in the middle of a soybean field in rural Illinois. Dixon, Illinois. In every direction there was nothing but soybeans. I sould see a light way off in the distance and figured that must be town so I headed for it. I walked for hours! I drank water from a lake. I had a torn t-shirt on with blood on it. (my own apparently I got beat up at the biker bar the night before)

To make a long story short, that light I headed for for hours was a state penetentiary. The Dixon State Prison. Still being quite out of it I wandered out of the woods and right up to a gaurd tower! The guard had his rifle on me immediately and I don't know how close I came to getting shot but he just held me there (By yelling "DON"T FUCKIN MOVE") and a vehicle soon picked me up and rushed me into the prison. That's right I broke INTO one!

AFter several hours they were convinced of my innocent drunken story, did several counts of the prisoners, and the police came and drove me back to my freinds' house. By this time it's at least 10 in the morning and I had to explain to everyone where I was all night.

Good one huh?

[AWOL]

^^^ Wow that is a good one. I've blacked out plenty, but I always make it back to my place luckily.

[Maniacal Scribble]

About six months ago I woke up in my bathroom covered in blood.

I had been up for about three days using a variety of different substances and passed out around 3 am. I remember waking up and walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Since my party had ended at my couch and seen no reason to move elswhere I put the water down on the coffee table and went to take a piss.

Next thing I know I shoot up into the air coughing vomit which, of course, gravity decided to give me the pleasure of it splashing right back down on me. I knew I had been taking drugs and I knew how f'd up stuff can get when I'm doing that so I thought "Ok, just passed out. What was I doing? Oh yeah, taking a piss". I got up and stood in front of the toilet and tried to finish the job. I remember thinking "wow, my piss is really dark. How much have I had to drink over the last couple days? I should finish that glass of water and get another one." What I didn't realise at the time was that it was blood streaming out of my head and not piss going into the toilet.

As I was walking out into the living room my face felt itchy so I rubbed it and when I pulled my hand away I noticed it was covered in blood. I tried to yell at my roommate who was sleeping on the other couch and my mouth moved but nothing came out. That was when panic set in. After two or three tries I finally did get enough sound out to wake him up. According to him his first thoughts were "Hes got to be playing a joke. Is that Kool-Aid? No, we don't have any. Ketchup? No, we don't have that much ketchup." As I started to say "I need to go to the ER" He was saying the exact same shit. The next thing I said was "Where's the camera?"

When we got home from the ER (I'm omitting that part of the story or I'd typing for an hour.) and checked out the bathroom. It looked like a murder scene. I had arched backwards and slammed my head into the sink then bounced over onto the rim of the tub where I had perched with my head leaning backwards into the tub. This is the reason I'm alive, a lucky chance of landing just right that I didn't drown in my own vomit in a shitty apartment bathroom from blacking out because of unrestrained partying.

At that moment I swore off drugs. Three days later I was looking for some OC because the vic's they gave me for my head were gone and the e was making me edgy lol

[AWOL]

At that moment I swore off drugs. Three days later I was looking for some OC because the vic's they gave me for my head were gone and the e was making me edgy lol

Well, you've posted in the shitting thread. You've admitted your own self defeat. You've also nearly died due to excessive partying. Have some points and welcome to the family, sounds like you’re going to fit in nicely.
:)