CrazyHarij
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I recently bought some euroshopper ravioli which is super cheap... and crappy. After 12 hours it turned my stomach inside out and caused some of the most intense pain i've ever experienced.
I called the emergency hospital and they arrived with an ambulance. Funny thing is one of the TV stations here in sweden have a running documentary series about the hospital in my town Uppsala, so a guy with a camera was in the ambulance and asked me if he could film. I thought why the hell not, so off we went.
When i got to the emergency recieving room, i was put on one of those hospital rollable beds and had 3 camera and microphone guy around me, while the emergency "half-doctor" asked me about my symptoms.
They rolled me into a waiting room, but warned me there would be quite a queue since there were too many people needing help. One of the camera guys asked me to sign a form that would let them air the thing in January. I signed it.. I thought about the queue thing, since there were a handful of people lying in the waiting room. "Sure I'll wait, can't be THAT bad can it?".
Enter the most horrible 12 hours of my life.
Basically, I had to go to throw up at least 4 times every hour just to be able to lie down without intense pains, and I could fall asleep for 15 minutes or so until I had to go throw up again. I tried to tell them to get me fixed, but they said there were just A LOT of people with big problems that the doctors had to treat first. I guess they thought I just had some "tummy ache". I vomited every drip of water i drank. I vomited my own saliva. I vomited stomach acids, and the acids turned greener and greener.
When I had been doing this for 11 hours, begging these charlatans to give me something painkillers, but they were all nurses and couldn't prescribe or give me shit, i finally started vomiting a little blood, so they FINALLY sent a doctor.
She took some blood samples, went away from an hour, while i listened to a 18 year old girl cry because she'd fallen on her face with a bike and thought her face was disfigured, she wouldn't' even watch herself in a mirror.
A woman born in 1918 was lying on the bed next to me, someone asked her about history and she was all like, "what the hell, so much shit's happened, how do you think I'm gonna remember anything???" Hahaha
So, i finally got a little cocktail of painkiller and antiacid, went away on a morphine like trip for 3 hours. Then the doctor woke me up and told me she'd prescribe some painkiller stuff. I said sure, thanked her for her help. She said I'd get no more than 3 pills, and i thought she meant all the pills I'd get.
But alas I went to the medicine store and got my pills, turned out I got 50(!) stool pills of diclofenac for VERY cheap.. And I'm supposed to take 3 per day.
So basically, I've got 50 ass pills sitting around, I probably won't need more than 10 until this thing blows over. They are supposed to induce minor hallucinations, bring a little high and **** your liver up a bit. The effects haven't really come right now, but i'm not even 20 minutes in, and they'll last 8 hours.
My friends are so anxious to hear about the effects, and want to mix it with alcohol even though it's supposed to be dangerous. Bunch of desperate junkies..
So, um should I sell them the remainders of the pills? And tell me about your prescription drug experiences.
Oh and yeah, **** you ravioli.
I called the emergency hospital and they arrived with an ambulance. Funny thing is one of the TV stations here in sweden have a running documentary series about the hospital in my town Uppsala, so a guy with a camera was in the ambulance and asked me if he could film. I thought why the hell not, so off we went.
When i got to the emergency recieving room, i was put on one of those hospital rollable beds and had 3 camera and microphone guy around me, while the emergency "half-doctor" asked me about my symptoms.
They rolled me into a waiting room, but warned me there would be quite a queue since there were too many people needing help. One of the camera guys asked me to sign a form that would let them air the thing in January. I signed it.. I thought about the queue thing, since there were a handful of people lying in the waiting room. "Sure I'll wait, can't be THAT bad can it?".
Enter the most horrible 12 hours of my life.
Basically, I had to go to throw up at least 4 times every hour just to be able to lie down without intense pains, and I could fall asleep for 15 minutes or so until I had to go throw up again. I tried to tell them to get me fixed, but they said there were just A LOT of people with big problems that the doctors had to treat first. I guess they thought I just had some "tummy ache". I vomited every drip of water i drank. I vomited my own saliva. I vomited stomach acids, and the acids turned greener and greener.
When I had been doing this for 11 hours, begging these charlatans to give me something painkillers, but they were all nurses and couldn't prescribe or give me shit, i finally started vomiting a little blood, so they FINALLY sent a doctor.
She took some blood samples, went away from an hour, while i listened to a 18 year old girl cry because she'd fallen on her face with a bike and thought her face was disfigured, she wouldn't' even watch herself in a mirror.
A woman born in 1918 was lying on the bed next to me, someone asked her about history and she was all like, "what the hell, so much shit's happened, how do you think I'm gonna remember anything???" Hahaha
So, i finally got a little cocktail of painkiller and antiacid, went away on a morphine like trip for 3 hours. Then the doctor woke me up and told me she'd prescribe some painkiller stuff. I said sure, thanked her for her help. She said I'd get no more than 3 pills, and i thought she meant all the pills I'd get.
But alas I went to the medicine store and got my pills, turned out I got 50(!) stool pills of diclofenac for VERY cheap.. And I'm supposed to take 3 per day.
So basically, I've got 50 ass pills sitting around, I probably won't need more than 10 until this thing blows over. They are supposed to induce minor hallucinations, bring a little high and **** your liver up a bit. The effects haven't really come right now, but i'm not even 20 minutes in, and they'll last 8 hours.
My friends are so anxious to hear about the effects, and want to mix it with alcohol even though it's supposed to be dangerous. Bunch of desperate junkies..
So, um should I sell them the remainders of the pills? And tell me about your prescription drug experiences.
Oh and yeah, **** you ravioli.
