From: none.is.so.universal@andefficacious.as.opium.edu (Thomas Sydenham)
Subject: Re: Etoh IV (was: Re: Help PLEASE!!!)
Date: 1995/11/08
newsgroups: alt.drugs.hard

[...]
Booze and dope don't mix ...Two friends of mine had a similar experience
(stop me if I told this before...): After a long night's copping, my partner
and his girlfriend returned to their communal fiend pad and prepared to get
straight with the other fiends of the house. My crimey started to prepare the
shot for himself and his girl (they always shared the same shot), and seeing a
glass full of clear liquid on the filth strewn shooting table, called out to
the other guy asking if the water was fresh. "Sure" came the reply, and my pal
drew some of it up, cooked up the dope, and prepared to shoot his half (he
always went first, think he justified it to his girlfriend by saying he's be
unable to hit her if he was sick......). He hit himself (never had to tie
off- the bastard- at least in those days...I envyed the hell out of him),
pulled back the plunger to register...and WHOOOOSSHHHHH!!! The rig instantly
filled with mass of pink bubbles!! Personally, I think he realized at this
point that something had happened, but he claims he thought it odd but went on
to 'shoot' half the 'solution' and went on to hit his girlfriend. He thought
it stranger that the plunger gave no resistance as he 'shot' his girl, but it
wasn't until he went to rinse the rig and decided to taste the liquid in the
glass that he realized: HYDROGEN PEROXIDE!! The idiot housemates had been
using peroxide to clean their rigs, and had left the glass full on the
table...the real water was nearby. In a flash my friend realized that the
blood had reacted with the peroxide/dope solution and produced oxygen which
forced the entire solution into his veins, leaving nothing but bubbles for his
poor girlfriend (who you've met, by the way, Peter). To make a long story
short, they both lost it, called poison control, and managed to describe what
they'd done and ask if they were going to die: "Not tonight honey" was the
reply of the world weary poison control operator (who probably had to deal
with such questions from idiot fiends numerous times per night). Though my
friend had gotten twice his intended shot, and his girl nothing, he convinced
her that they both needed more dope and back into the night they went...

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