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Ecstasy could be considered the last important street drug to be popularized. MDMA—first engineered way back in 1912 by the German chemist Anton Kollisch under the auspices of Merck pharmaceuticals—sits alongside LSD, heroin and cocaine in the pantheon of psychoactive substances that not only got an entire generation high but left an indelible stamp upon the wider culture. Ecstasy has had its own iconography, music, tabloid scares and legal crackdowns. When the “Second Summer of Love” exploded in the UK in 1988 (preceding the height of the drug’s popularity stateside), the middle ground seemingly vanished. Some became evangelists for this “wonder drug.” Others were apoplectic, demanding harsh action to protect “the kids” from this “killer pill.”
Professor David Nutt of Imperial College, London, the leading neuropsychopharmacologist and ex-chief drugs adviser to the UK government, famously declared in 2009 that taking ecstasy is no more dangerous than horse riding (naturally, he was fired for his excessive honesty). Horse riding, of course, always carries some risks—especially if you do it on a frightened horse, or without a helmet.DrugScience, an informative website founded by Nutt, notes: ”Some people taking MDMA have died following severe overheating and other medical emergencies. Deaths following the use of MDMA usually involve high doses and/or the simultaneous use of other substances. MDMA overdoses and drug combinations can also cause serotonin syndrome, which can be fatal. MDMA-associated deaths may alternatively involve overcompensation of the risk of dehydration by drinking much too much water, which coupled with the fact that MDMA may stop a person from urinating, causes fatally low concentrations of salt.”
Like all the “big” drugs, MDMA’s popularity has become cyclical. In the US, after an initial spike between 1999 and 2001, use had steadily declined. But its popularity has been on the rise again—with a 128% spike in MDMA-related ER visits among under-21s between 2005 and 2011, according to a SAMHSA report. Part of this is down to a successful rebranding job. Those of us who came of age during the first ecstasy boom associate it with smiley faces, baggy pants and acid house. The current generation of E-enthusiasts call it “Molly.” Everyone from Miley Cyrus to Kanye West is singing about it, and the media acts as if it’s a brand new drug.
Substance.com contacted 10 former and current ecstasy users to ask them two simple questions: Do you remember the first time? And where did your initial experience lead?
1. The Flying Cow
Frankie, 37, the CFO for a software company in Cupertino, California
My first time: I was in LA around 1998. It was Halloween and I was going to the parade with my then-girlfriend. She was really against drugs, so I didn’t tell her I’d done a pill. I was dressed in this ridiculous cow outfit, with these hideous rubber udders. When the pill kicked in I felt utterly incredible. I remember how clean the air tasted and how beautiful everyone looked. We ended up at a club and I remember turning to [my girlfriend] and saying, “I’m a cow on ecstasy.” It felt as if I were imparting some great cosmic secret. She laughed and we kissed. It felt like kissing for the first time. Even though she wasn’t high and she didn’t know I was high, we kissed for like an hour. The sex was incredible and I remember thinking, “This is the greatest drug I have ever done. I wish I could feel like this all the time.”
Where it went from there: I did E pretty regularly for a few years. Then the quality started getting bad and a lot of pills started feeling really speedy. It was never as good as that first time, and I kinda got bored with it. As I’ve gotten older the comedowns have become harder to deal with. I can’t just take a whole day off to recover any more. The last time I did it was at a New Year’s Eve party and I hadn’t done it in a while so I just took half a pill. It was disappointing, kind of weak, and I felt horrible the next day. I’ve not stopped, but I’ve not been in a hurry to do it again.
2. The Champagne Moment
Suzie, 27, a grad student in Seattle
My first time: New Year’s Eve 2009, in Downtown Los Angeles. It took about two hours to hit. Right after it started to come on, which felt like an overwhelming all-over body high, my friend who had also taken it threw up his champagne into a cheap fedora we had just purchased. I remember thinking I should be concerned, but all I could do was have us go back to our friend’s apartment. My friend was fine and we both had a great time hanging out and calling another friend on speakerphone. Other highlights: Took the best pee of my life, and really enjoyed sitting in chairs and laying on the bed. Every little movement or thought made me feel extremely happy. Everything felt good to the touch, especially the flapper-ish skirt I was wearing. I think we just passed out eventually.
Where it went from there: The next day was horrible. Everything felt terrible and we were incapable of happiness. Very depressed, also kind of numb…just dead inside. I was really disturbed by this because I felt like I had drained all my serotonin / dopamine and was worried it was going to take forever to restore itself—or never come back. My friend and I decided to start drinking to take the edge off but nothing really worked. A day or two later I felt back to normal. I haven’t done it since—but mostly because I haven’t had the chance. And that brain-chemical flush really bothers me.
3. The Man in the Mirror
Josiah, 31, a journalist and author in Denver
“I hung out in the bathroom of a pizza shop, smiling into the mirror and giving myself compliments.”
My First Time: 2002. I was 19 and visiting friends at Iowa State University. We’d all taken our dose at the dorms, with the plan to go out dancing. I ended up getting separated from the group on the walk through town and didn’t know my way around. A thin mist of rain began to fall. I put The Smiths’ “Louder Than Bombs” on my Discman and rubbed my cheek along the inside of my hoodie, the fabric feeling like a baby chinchilla. That’s how the night went. There was a brief respite where I hung out in the bathroom of a pizza shop, smiling into the mirror and giving myself compliments.
Where it went from there: I’d only taken one pill the first time, but after that two or three became standard:
Drive out to abandoned farms, take a few pills and dance to some horrible drum and bass for seven hours. I was young with no ambition, sleeping with strangers in cornfields and riding in cars where the driver would pass out from too many whippits. I haven’t taken ecstasy in around a decade. A few months ago it was my roommate’s birthday and we discussed buying some E. But when the guy showed up to sell it I backed out. I just have no interest in being profoundly fucked up anymore. I’m content with mildly adjusting the thermostat of my mind with THC and small amounts of alcohol.
4. A Trip Up the Thames
Fatima, 41, a fashion production manager in New York
“Cheaper than a pint of lager!” Photo via
My first time: I was kind of a late bloomer: I didn’t try ecstasy until I was 30. I was in London and E was all over the place. It was cheap, too—around three pounds [$5] a pill. Cheaper than a pint of lager! I loved the way it heightened my perceptions and especially my appreciation of music. The first time I took it we were at a party on a boat going up the Thames. It was a beautiful night, the DJ was great and the city looked beautiful. I took half a pill, and when I was peaking took the other half. My friends were all very experienced with E and I felt safe around them. People complain about the comedown, but that was never a problem for me. I felt a bit blue and tired, but I’d take an E comedown over a booze hangover any day.
Where it went from there: E became part of my weekend ritual, and after a year of solid partying I worked my way up to 10 pills a weekend. We’d start on Friday night and club-hop. By Sunday we’d be at some pub, coming down. The last time I did it was a pretty typical weekender, and I can honestly say I never had a bad experience. I stopped when I found out I was pregnant, and after I became a mom there was never the time to drop E. It’s not like smoking pot—you have to have a clear 24 hours in your calendar if you’re planning on dropping a pill. I’m sure moms will agree that for us, there usually aren’t that many spare 24 hours to be had…
5. The Human Ashtray
Liam, 36, a journalist in New York
“I felt unable to experience pain—and decided to prove it to my friends.”Photo via
My first time: A friend sold me a pill at a house party when I was 18. I felt nervous, even though I was drunk, because of recent media coverage of ecstasy-related deaths. But it was one of the most pleasurable sensations ever, building from the arms and culminating in a warm glow all over my body and brain. As well as the stereotypical love for all, I felt unable to experience pain—and decided to prove it to my friends by stubbing out a cigarette on my chest. I still have a faint scar. Ecstasy felt like the answer.
Where it went from there: I continued using and enjoying it, though rarely hit the heights of that intro. By my early twenties, I was taking several pills once or twice a week at house clubs or parties. But my comedowns became vicious—abject feelings of depression and loneliness at the end of the night. And the anticipation of those comedowns even started to spoil the high, so I almost entirely quit. I’ve used ecstasy once in the last five years. Hearing certain music still gives me pleasure-flashbacks.
6. Manchester United
Tommy, 39, a DJ in Manchester, England
My First Time: I was 16. Up until then I’d mostly just go out on the piss. Back then pills were expensive. My mate Chris sorted ‘em out and told us they were the bollocks—proper quality, you know? We were at theHacienda in Manchester, Mike Pickering was DJ’ing and when it came on it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. This feeling that the whole club was one big organism, all on exactly the same wavelength. You know how everyone who grew up in the ’60s acts like if you weren’t there, you missed out? I remember thinking, “This is our ’60s!” Before, it was all about getting pissed up, scrapping and all that shite. Once E hit, it was more about the music. Just dancing, you know? Proper peace an’ love.
Where it went from there: E really changed things for me. Before E came along I’d have probably ended up doing what a lot of my mates did—get some bird pregnant and do fuck all with my life. But I got really into the music and decided that this is what I wanted to do. I started selling pills. Saved up enough money for my first pair of decks by dealing. As far as negative effects go, so far I’m alright. I’ve got mates who did it way too much and it did fuck ‘em up a bit, in terms of memory and that. I don’t do it like I used to, but I’ll still pop a pill if the timing’s right. I do feel sorry for teenagers now, ‘cos more often than not their first proper drug experiences is with that Bubbles shite. E should be legal. Should be mandatory, actually. We wouldn’t be at war as much if we made the Prime Minister do an E before work.
7. Cold Turk-E
Xavier, 40, a musician in Trenton, New Jersey
My first time: My first experience was about as bad as it could get. In ’98 we went to play some New York shows with our band. I had a pretty substantial smack habit. I took about a gram with me, figuring it’d last the four days. I had no idea you couldn’t buy syringes in NYC back then and I ended up smoking the lot on my first day. By Day Two I was in trouble, playing a show at The Continental with a little bucket to puke into behind my amp. The band thought they were being helpful by not telling me where to score: I was a West Coast dope fiend—NYC might as well have been the moon. I went home with a girl and all she had was GHB and ecstasy—I hoped the E might mask my symptoms, so I popped two. Badidea. It was like cold turkey times 10, while tripping balls on E. I don’t know which horrible symptoms—fever, vomiting, hallucinations—were down to the E and which were down to the cold turkey. And this poor chick who’d brought me home—instead of romance she gets a dope-sick maniac who gobbles up her pills and spends the night screaming about devils, obsessively scrubbing his feet in the shower. I came out of it around eight the next morning outside a pizza joint on St Mark’s Place. Our singer had found me and we had a profound heart-to-heart about how I needed to get clean. That said, when our plane landed back at LAX I had my girlfriend waiting for me in the parking lot with a spike loaded with black tar.
Where it went from there: I never really enjoyed E until after I got away from dope. I’ve done it now and then although I’ve always been wary—bad associations. The last time was a year ago at a house party in Jersey City. I like it, but I’m more into stuff like speed, stuff that’ll let me stay awake longer and keep drinking. I don’t like that feeling of…liking everything. I remember being high as fuck at that Jersey City party and someone put that fucking… what’s that Hot Topic band? Paramore? Anyway, for a hot second I was actually thinking, “Man, this isn’t bad…the chick’s got a good voice!” That’s the bad thing with E. It kinda blunts your critical facilities.
8. The Experiment
Christopher, 55, a psychotherapist in London
My first time: My first experience with ecstasy was in a sense rather clinical. Not being into recreational drugs beyond the occasional glass of red wine, I experimented with MDMA because I was intrigued by its empathic qualities. This was five years ago. A colleague recommended that I try it. He found that his experiences with MDMA had helped him professionally. He’d read much of the literature from the 1970s, when MDMA was given to patients suffering from PTSD, depression, etc. He was interested in getting my take, so we took it together. It was in my house: myself, my colleague and our respective partners. I’m sure my reaction was quite different from if I had taken it in a club, but certainly I felt the heightened appreciation of music—we began listening to my LP collection and I found I had a new appreciation for albums I’d been somewhat ambivalent about. Later we took a walk on Hampstead Heath. I was struck by the beauty of the heath in a way that I had not experienced since first moving to London. We stayed up for most of the night talking. The next day I did feel somewhat irritable, which I put down to dopamine depletion. But overall it was an interesting experience, and largely positive. I believe that the drug has a huge potential benefit as a psychoanalytical tool, and hope that one day the restrictions on using it in a clinical setting might be loosened.
Where it went from there: That was the first and last time. I felt it best to leave it there. I worried that next time around I might have a negative reaction, or simply a disappointing one. My colleague continues to use the drug, albeit sparingly. He rather enjoys it, which is unusual for him because he doesn’t smoke tobacco or even drink.
9. The H-Bomb
Rex, 35, a marketing professional in Brooklyn
My first time: It was in 1996, before the MDMA phase. This was more like a combination of drugs thrown together and pressed into a tablet. It was a big, white, wafer-looking pill with brown chunks in it. They called it “H-Bomb” because the brown chunks were heroin. It was a strange experience, sitting in a dark room with friends listening to The Grateful Dead, not sure what we were supposed to be feeling. I was high, very high—but not in an ecstasy euphoria, more like a speedy heroin stupor. So we lay around until we had come down enough to drive home. That was enough ecstasy for a few years until they had figured out how to make it really good.
Where it went from there: I lived in Miami from 1999 to 2001—the pinnacle of ecstasy production and culture. My friends and I worked in nightclubs and would take it right before getting out of work, around 3 am every weekend, and go to after-hours clubs. I stopped doing it around 2003. I quit booze in 2011 and have been in recovery since then. Ecstasy wasn’t addictive like booze. But the comedowns are super-rough: You feel miserable for a few days, way worse than a hangover. I’m not sure if they have worked out that part since ecstasy has become MDMA.
10. The Graveyard Shift
Thomas, 32, a tattoo artist in Brooklyn
My first time: Man, I must have been like 16. I grew up in Maspeth, Queens and was in this little gang of no-good kids who liked to get fucked up. We were the neighborhood hoodlums. The easiest stuff to get was weed or pills—booze was difficult ‘cuz you needed an ID. We didn’t know what to expect. My friend Artie told me it was kinda like acid, which turned out to be total bullshit. I liked acid better. I was a real garbagehead—the goal was always obliteration. There’s this big graveyard close to where I grew up and we spent the afternoon running around and hiding and jumping out from behind the tombstones. There were some girls with us and I was fooling around with this one chick, Shawna, and we were behind one of these big mausoleums. She was really into all that Goth shit, you know? Man, I got so confused trying to figure out how to undo all the fuckin’ zippers and stuff that I just started laughing. Well, she thought I was laughing at her and smacked me right in the face and stormed off. I remember laughing so hard that the next day everything hurt, like I’d been beaten up.
Where it went from there: I’d been talking about slowing down for ages. Someone had given me a pill when I was at a tattoo convention in LA and it ended up the pocket of a pair of jeans that went into the washing machine. I remembered just as the cycle started. I pulled the jeans out but the pill was already wet and disintegrating. This was like 11 in the morning on a Tuesday. I figured it might be dangerous to eat because of the cleaning product. Instead of throwing it out like a normal person I put it in a medicine cup, added water until it dissolved, sucked it into a medicine dropper, greased up the old poop chute and squirted it up there. “Plugging” they call it—hits fast and hard. I spent the afternoon high as shit watching The Dark Crystal, grinding my teeth and shit. It was that really crappy, speedy E. As I was coming down I remember thinking, “Why are you doing this?” I felt like such a fucking loser that I finally did it: Quit. I took a month off everything, and now I don’t get fucked up as much as I did for sure. I haven’t done E since then.
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A rogue batch of ecstasy pills has been blamed for killing five young people and leaving at least nine others seriously ill.
All the deaths have come within a month and police issued an urgent warning amid fears thousands more of the contaminated drug could be in circulation.
The alert follows the arrest of two men suspected of being involved in the supply of the heart-shaped tablets, which cost between £2 and £5 each.
They were held following the deaths of two young men in the Wigan area.
The tragedies were being linked to the deaths of two other men and a woman in Merseyside and Derbyshire.
All are believed to be victims of the same batch of brightly coloured PMA pills, dubbed Dr Death.
They all collapsed with similar symptoms – and a further nine were lucky to survive after being rushed to hospital.
The pills – usually yellow, pink, purple or blue - are similar to ecstasy but much stronger and can cause a fatal rise in body temperature.
PMA also takes longer than normal ecstasy to take effect – and it is believed some users mistakenly take pill after pill, thinking nothing has happened.
Police revealed three of the victims died in the space of just 24 hours after swallowing several tablets.
The investigation was launched on Monday when officers were called to Wigan Infirmary when Gareth Ashton, 28, died from a heart attack.
He was said to have been sweating profusely during the night while at his girlfriend’s house.
But as he went out into the cold of her garden to cool down he collapsed, then suffered another heart attack as he was being taken to hospital by ambulance.
Police were then told about the similar death of 19-year-old Jordan Chambers at Oldham hospital just 24 hours earlier.
It later emerged an unnamed 26-year-old football fan from Glasgow had also died on the Sunday after collapsing at a guesthouse in Liverpool.
He had taken ecstasy-style tablets after watching his team play against Norwich City at Anfield.
Last night a Greater Manchester police spokesman confirmed two men, aged 33 and 34, were being held for questioning.
Drug squad detectives are also liaising with officers in Derbyshire after art student Charlotte Woodiwiss, 20, from Chapel-en-le-Frith and Dale Yates, 18, from Buxton died on December 22 and 23 respectively.
Last week Derbyshire police, who have arrested 11 people for drug offences following the deaths of Charlotte and Dale, warned recreational users of the perils of using “pink ecstasy”.
Specialist officers in Greater Manchester are carrying out toxicology tests to establish the causes of death for Gareth and Jordan.
Accident and emergency staff at Wigan infirmary have been put on standby for a possible influx of poison pill cases.
Det Chief Insp Howard Millington, of Wigan CID said: “We are very concerned at the deaths of two apparently fit young men.
"It is believed several other people have been admitted to hospital with similar symptoms. It is possible that they are linked and this is something we are exploring.
“Our main concern is that there may be a contaminated quantity of illegal drugs and if this goes unchecked it could result in further deaths.
"The drugs are believed to be ecstasy tablets, heart shaped in purple, green, yellow and blue.
"If anyone is suffering adverse effects after taking one of these tablets I would advise them to go to hospital for a check-up.
"If anyone has any information, I would ask them to contact police as soon as possible. We will treat any details we receive in the strictest confidence.”
Det Chief Insp Millington added: “I would always urge people not to take illegal drugs and remind them that you do not know what they have been made up with.
"They can contain poisons and illicit chemicals that can have potentially lethal effects.”
Supt Andrea Jones added: “It would appear that there are contaminated drugs in circulation and we are working closely with other forces.”
She said Gareth and Jordan both admitted taking drugs before being admitted to hospital.
They had bought the brightly coloured pills separately and had taken four or five each.
Supt Jones added: “There is nothing to suggest that they were bought online, and no suggestion as yet that they were imported.
“We have no idea how many of these potentially lethal pills may be out there.”
Charlotte’s heartbroken uncle Matt Woodiwiss left a message on her Facebook page pleading with other young people not to take drugs.
He wrote: “Think long and hard about how you live your lives… you do not want to run the risk of your families being torn apart with grief like mine.”
huffingtonpost.co.uk - Updated 22 February 2017
Motivational speaker, health educator and stroke activist
I woke up from my medically-induced coma and quickly felt like I was fully conscious. However, for two weeks, I was assessed as vegetative.
I was still good-fun-Kate and actually very much unconscious - a state where I was aware of my thoughts and everything around me - just completely unable to give any communication signal. I guess it was the closest feeling to waking up inside your own coffin. I wasn’t dead or bloody vegetative, I’d suffered a huge brainstem stroke and was diagnosed with locked-in syndrome to boot. Like 20-40% of those declared vegetative, I was misdiagnosed.
I didn’t understand how this could happen to me. I was a 39-year-old, 70-mile-a-week running mum, who was in training to scale Kilimanjaro, via the dangerous Western Breach, for my 40th birthday in five months’ time.
I over thought 24/7, seven days per week and felt horrific anxiety and fear. Fear that my husband may be encouraged to switch off my life support machine in the early days. I also suffered severe boredom, sleeplessness - because you slept out of boredom during the day - and experienced graphic hallucinations, that no one warned me or my family about. I was scared shitless of dying, then at other times, I wished I could physically pull the plug on my own life support machine.
I could feel hands massaging my lifeless body, but my brain was completely powerless to instruct my body to move. Quite often, I would hear frantic medical activity around me while my medical saviours tried to rescue and save yet another beloved family member in a bed nearby. I’ll never forget the relatives’ cries of sadness, pain and grief, in the immediate aftermath of death. I’d never seen a dead body before, so that also scared and upset me.
The thought of dying prematurely and leaving my young kids motherless, tormented me and the separation anxiety from my three young dependent kids - India (10), Harvey (8) and Woody (5) - was agonising and all encompassing. I longed to see them and be able to comfort them, though that wasn’t physically possible. When they did visit - two weeks after my stroke - they weren’t even allowed to lie next to me on my bed for health and safety reasons.
After eight months in hospital I discharged myself, in a wheelchair, doubly incontinent and with no real voice. I had to be at home with my children. Walking out of hospital was the furthest I had walked since my stroke.
Once at home I worked with a physiotherapist every single day. I wanted to be able to run again on the first anniversary of my stroke. Within six weeks I was completely out of my wheelchair and walking with crutches. Another six weeks later and on the day before my year anniversary I did this - my first stroke anniversary shuffle. And I didn’t stop there - fast forward 21 months and I ran a 10k race.
Going public with my story to help others has been my passion since my ‘bomb exploded’ seven years ago. I became the voice for less able people when I ran my global charity - Fighting Strokes - back in 2011. I still offer patient visits, advocacy and pioneer research to help what I consider to be the most vulnerable people in society. I consider myself a stroke activist. Ultimately, communication is a basic human right as I stressed a year ago in my TEDx talk. Every stroke is individual and different as is our response to it.
Success is just the tip of an iceberg. Failures, persistence, sacrifice, discipline, hard work and disappointment, have been my best friends in last seven years. Nowadays, I’m just trying to be the best version of me & adapt to my new ‘imperfect’ normal. I’m absolutely passionate about helping the less able, who are abandoned, invisible and left without a voice. I realise I’m the ultimate marmite kid - love me or hate me - but I’d rather try (and fail) in life, than not try at all.
Don't bother whether your sex is legal or illegal. Just go for it. Because the eternal life of your soul depends on whether your sex is good enough on earth.
Osteoporosis in elderly men is now becoming an alarming health issue due to its relation with a higher mortality rate compared to osteoporosis in women. Androgen deficiency (hypogonadism) is one of the major factors of male osteoporosis and it can be treated with testosterone replacement therapy (TRT). However, one medicinal plant, Eurycoma longifolia Jack (EL), can be used as an alternative treatment to prevent and treat male osteoporosis without causing the side effects associated with TRT. EL exerts proandrogenic effects that enhance testosterone level, as well as stimulate osteoblast proliferation and osteoclast apoptosis. This will maintain bone remodelling activity and reduce bone loss. Phytochemical components of EL may also prevent osteoporosis via its antioxidative property. Hence, EL has the potential as a complementary treatment for male osteoporosis.
Posted on May 26, 2015 by Bob The Empire News Potato
A Maine man recently began making headlines in the medical world, as Anthony Nature, 28, recently convinced his plastic surgeon to inject Botox into his penis and testicles, causing him to have an erection at all times.
“Mr. Nature has visited me a number of times in the last few years,” said Dr. Carrie Pooler, plastic surgeon at Augusta Health Center. “Tummy tucks, a couple gluteus injections, and now, for the Botox penis injections. This is the first time that anyone has ever asked for this procedure, but I am confident that after Mr. Nature gets the word out, it won’t be the last.”
Nature says that he has never been happier with the results of one of his surgeries.
“I always had a penis that was just average, maybe slightly above average,” said Nature. “Plus, because of my addiction to movie theatre popcorn, I had really bad erectile dysfunction. What I wanted was a bigger, harder penis – longer, not really fuller. Not much, anyway. So I decided that I needed to have the Botox injections into my scrotum and penis. Now I’m erect all the time, and ready to go! The women I sleep with, they’ll never see me soft, so they’ll never know how tiny it is…or was!”
Dr. Pooler says that the Botox, which is actually a poison, will pull the loose skin of Nature’s penis and scrotum back, making the penis appear larger and the scrotum smaller.
“Basically his ol’ bait ‘n’ tackle is looking good, and he’s definitely ready to go,” said Dr. Pooler. “We have a date tonight, actually.”
Nature says that he is extremely happy with his new life, and the constant headaches and difficulty urinating are “totally worth it” in exchange for his newfound giant erection.
Men are our competitors. We want less of those around. Women are our prey. We want them poor and helpless.
NEW YORK (CBSNewYork) — Having surgery can be a frightening prospect, but imagine waking up during that surgery when you’re not supposed to.
As CBS2’s Kristine Johnson explained, it happens and the trauma can be life-changing if you find yourself awake under the knife.
“I heard yelling and screaming, and then the room became more real,” Jim Sabastian said.
“I could hear all these people panicking around me, but I must have been strapped to the table so I wouldn’t move,” David Pletzner said.
Those are terrified recollections from surgical patients.
“I saw the three lights of the operating room on me, and then the next thing, and then a lot of pain in my neck — were yanking on my head and pulling it back like this,” Sabastian said.
“Somebody said, ‘He’s awake,'” Pletzner added.
Sabastian and Pletzner both woke when they were supposed to be under anesthesia. It’s reported in about two of every 1,000 patients, but those who experience “anesthesia awareness: said it’s nothing short of traumatizing.
“The surgeon was freaking out with the anesthesiologist because he was running out of time,” Sabastian said.
Sabastian was having emergency surgery for a ruptured appendix.
Dr. Kiran Patel is an anesthesiologist who said anesthesia awareness has been associated with certain types of procedure.
“That would include cardiac surgery, high-risk Cesarean sections, or trauma,” Dr. Patel said.
It can leave doctors scrambling and patients in distress.
“We have to balance their safety and really honestly keeping them alive. We can’t give more anesthesia because their vital signs can’t support it,” Dr. Patel explained.
Pletzner has had multiple surgeries. He’s also had anesthesia awareness more than once.
“I woke up as they were either drilling or sawing my skull, and it was kind of like an out-of-body experience,” Pletzner said.
He said thankfully he didn’t feel anything then, though he wasn’t so lucky another time.
“I remember that like it was yesterday, because I could feel them with the needle in my finger,” he said.
Pletzner needed skin grafts on his hand, when he woke up during surgery this time, he said he remembers screaming from the pain.
“This was horrific,” he said.
“They’ll experience nightmares. They’ll experience flashbacks. This can also lead to depression,” Dr. Matthew Lorber said.
Dr. Matthew Lorber, a psychiatrist, said the experiences can also lead to post-traumatic stress disorder. Both Pletzner and Sabastian said they have moved on, but they dread any future procedures.
“Unless it’s absolutely life-threatening and completely necessary, I will not go for any surgery, not after that,” Sabastian said.
Whether you’re having a high risk procedure or just afraid you mat experience anesthesia awareness. Experts suggest discussing it with your doctor.
If it does happen, even having that conversation can reduce any potential trauma you may experience.
There is no such thing as fake news. Some news are just borrowed from different strings of the multiverse.
Lost all Hope
Lost All Hope has a library of information on methods to commit suicide, including dangers of individual methods and their reliability, and statistical information on which methods are most successful.
In researching this site I was struck by how much has been written on suicide methods. Numerous bulletin boards with long discussions over different methods (often by people who had tried various methods of poisoning and failed), books and websites. I found it strange that there was so much discussion, in the face of very easy to obtain statistics on the most sure-fire ways of committing suicide (see Most lethal methods of suicide and Suicide statistics).
The holy grail seems to be painless methods of suicide, and people will go to great lengths to find a method that might achieve that. The perversity being that huge numbers of these attempts end up unsuccessful, as the clean, relatively painless methods are often not done in such a way so as to make them lethal. And many of these people end up in hospital requiring treatment for their failed attempt.
The figures presented in the section Suicide statistics would indicate that for every successful suicide attempt, there are 33 unsuccessful ones. For drug overdoses, the ratio is around 40 to 1. In fact, if attempting suicide, there is a much greater chance you'll end up in hospital alive, with either short or long term heath implications, than dead.
So if you are reading this more worried about finding a pain free method than an effective method, you'd be well advised to read carefully the information on the dangers of the suicide methods mentioned on this site, then perhaps look at Help me, because you are much more likely to hurt yourself by attempting suicide than to succeed killing yourself.
For anyone committed to killing themselves, achieving the goal can be straightforward if a reliable method is chosen. The major problems are often not with the logistics, but rather the internal self analysis, and thoughts of how others will react (our behaviour is affected by how we think others will react). For many people contemplating suicide, they have a real desire to end their lives, but it is the fear of what their death might feel like that keeps them from doing it.
To read more about individual methods of suicide, please select from the left hand menu. Yes, there are methods not mentioned there. In almost every circumstance because they are either not reliable or very difficult to execute. Therefore, those considering unusual methods should be warned - there is a reason why they are not written about much.
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