So, I do the time. I’m done kicking but im still a little pasty. Still now totally feeling 100.i go to a friends house to stay because my girlfriend  got locked up for sales of meth and is on her way to prison. So im at my friends for a few days and someone comes but with fentanyl patches. This is 2010 and fentanyl wasn’t everywhere like it is today. So, I get a patch from him, and I had heard of people eating them, so I do just that, I look on the packaging and its says 50 mg. I think shit, I use to hit 80 mg oxys without a habit so this 50 won’t be bad. Well, I was wrong, I wake up in the hospital 3 days later tied to a bed with doctors standing over me. Ive got a tube down my throat, and they are trying to calm me down because I am thrashing around not knowing what the fuck is going on, why am tied to a bed and why can I not talk. They explain to me I overdosed, and they wanted to know if I had anymore patches somewhere at the house. I said no and they said they will be taking the tube out later that day. So there I am, staring at the wall, up on the wall was Jesus crucified to a cross and I was all alone. It was the first time in my life I had overdosed and it tripped me out because I don’t remember it, I don’t remember feeling pain or not being able to breath, just blam I awake to this shit. So the doctor takes the tube out. Informs my ive been in a coma for three days and that I am on the icu floor. They wanted to know if I tried to kill myself and I said no..i had this really bad pain in my ribs and I asked them if they broke ribs doing cpr, they said no and I said I need something for the pain. They gave me percs and they did not work , I told them they weren’t working and that im an ex junky and pain meds affect me differently. They said they weren’t gong to give me anything more then the percs. I get it, I’m on a drug overdose asking for pain meds. But damn I was in pain. They kept bringing me pers every 4 hours but it was doing nothing. At one point I told the doctor that if they didn’t give me something for the pain I was going to walk out of the hospital and call 911 and go to a different hospital. At this point the doc ordered an mri. I got that done and a couple doctors came to my room to inform my that I had blood clots lodge in my lungs, they called it pulmonary embolism. And its very serious. So at that point they put me on the cardiac floor in a room by myself hooked up to all sorts of machines. I had multiple ivs in my arms and hands and they had me watch a movie on the condition I had. The machine behind me was an ekg machine and it was being monitored by a group of nurses in  a room down the hall. There were many people on this floor that all had heart problems or issues like me. People die up here on the regular. So I was being monitored. The machine behind me kept beeping and beeping so I told the nurse to turn that god damn thing off. She did and I was so thankful. In the beginning the nurses were coming in my room at all hours giving me medication through these ports that I had in me in three spots. Some were blood thinners some were antibiotics and other stuff. But they were giving me my pain meds orally. And now that they knew I wasn’t lying about the pain they bumped my meds up to dilaudid every 4 hours. I was happy. Only one thing could be better. And so I made it a reality. I got up and fished out one of the screws on syringes they were using to give me my meds through the ports in my arm and when they would give me my pain meds I would cheek them and when they left, I would break them down with water and bang them. It was great, no needle poke, just blam. Straight main line, no need to register nothing. I was living large on the farm one day a friend came to see me. She was a crankster and was concerned about me. She stayed for a while and brought her goods with her just like she always does. She asked if it was cool to smoke in the room and I said yes. She offered me some and at first, I said no. but then I said fuck it. I got some from her and added water and broke out my screw on syringe that I had under my left side of the bed and shot it up. About 45 seconds later 3 doctors came barging in asking me if I was ok, my friend who was on the couch across the room had to stash the pipe super quick in between her legs and her eyes were as big as saucers. The doctors put their stethoscopes up to my chest, they were getting my pulse. They asked me what happened, and I asked what they meant. They pointed to the screen behind my head, the one that I had the nurse silence days before and they said that my heart rate soared to 120 If I remember right. I turned my head to see the machine and it was the machine that tells heart rate, ekg,temperature, blood oxygen levels the whole gamut. I was trying to come up with an excuse really quick and all I could come up with was I was watching something scary on the tv. The doctors shook their head and said no that would not do it. They weren’t anything more to say and they left just as fast as they came. My friend let out a huge sigh and began packing her paraphernalia back in her bag and she said fuck this, you’re crazy and I am out of here. She left just as fast as she came too. And I was left in the room alone again. I sat there a chuckled a little.