Been a while since this whole ordeal happened so I thought I would share it with people here, solely for the purpose of educating so people dont make similar mistakes.
It was over 6 months ago now when I left my best friend at someones house. I was on my way to a beer festival and I was supposed to give him a lift too. I turned up at this persons house to pick my mate up, but he said he had just done 5mg of DOC with said person and thus could not come out. I was worried from the start, as I know that 5mg is pretty much the maximum dose you should do of DOC. I had to go without him.
I kept ringing him throughout the day to check up on him. After a few hours had gone by I rang him one last time and he said that the DOC was too strong so they had driven to get some heroin to chill them out to end the trip. I was worried as I knew that my mate had no opiate tolerance and would be effected very strongly. I spoke to the person that he was with and requested they dont inject anything but smoke it instead. I even considered drink driving to pick him up and help him out. He had done 50mg valium the night before apparently as well. They did not take my advice on board, they did inject.
The next morning I awoke to a phone call from his mum saying that he had had a heart attack and was in intensive care. Over the next few days I slept in the hospital with him and his family. He was not able to breathe without the help of life support. They said that his brain had swollen and it was likely that even if he did get through this he would never be the same again, and would probably be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. After the third night his BPM kept rising and rising, till it was over 150bpm with him just laid there on life support. His face had swollen, but still, he looked very peaceful.
His mum had to make the decision to turn off the life support within a few hours of his heart rate increase. Me and all of his mates took turns to go in and speak to him before he went. We are not sure if he could hear us, but we hope that he could. He was just a year younger than me, 23. He had a younger brother and sister.
I share this with you not to lecture about the dangers of drugs, not for sympathy, nor personal contrition; but as a warning for people that use this forum that think they are invincible. You are not. Shit can get extremely real extremely quickly.
Please, dont inject street quality opiates. You can not be sure of the strength or quality. Its the fucking dumbest idea ever, and I can testify to it from first hand experience.
If you have any questions please feel free to ask.