Best Opioid for ctb? oxycodone vs heroin vs fentanyl vs hydrocodone vs etc....?

[rabbitjack]

I don't see much talk about the use of opioids for ctb. It's strange because I would assume they would be more painless than SN. I understand the reliability comes into question because different people have different tolerance levels, but there should be a dose which most humans can't survive.

I wonder what is the best opioid for ctb, meaning the most painless one.

 

[HangMan123]

I've heard that fentanyl is very peaceful. You also pass out very quick from it (you could pass out mid-injection). It's also, as I'm sure you're aware, very lethal; an amount the size of a few grains of salt is enough to kill you, but I'd go way higher to avoid failure.

 

[CatLvr]

Thread 'Opioid Megathread & Overview' https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/opioid-megathread-overview.138948/

 

[rabbitjack]

Thread 'Opioid Megathread & Overview' https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/opioid-megathread-overview.138948/

I went across the megathread, but honestly there just isn't enough details about different opioids and their efficacy and many unanswered questions.

So I'm curious if there are people out there with experiences with these opioids that can add more information.

 

[Forveleth]

... but there should be a dose which most humans can't survive.

Technically, this is also true of carrots. The problem is that most people either can not source or ingest the amounts needed to die, which ia why these methods are not discussed. Even with published numbers (LD50) what ia predicted to kill does not always match up with reality. Humans are annoyingly resilient. The information you are searching for simply does not exist.

The other reason these are not mentioned is sourcing. Not many people can get their hands on fent or heroin so they are not discussed often.

 

[carfemtanyl]

I would aim for something in the ballpark of fentanyl in terms of potency as that makes it more likely to absorb a lethal dose

assuming you have enough pure fentanyl, it's a peaceful way to go as you won't even be conscious by the time you stop breathing (and fent feels really good as a drug in my experience)
the issue is that most fent you get on the streets is maybe 10% or even less depending on how many times it has changed hands until you got it

 

[CatLvr]

I went across the megathread, but honestly there just isn't enough details about different opioids and their efficacy and many unanswered questions.

So I'm curious if there are people out there with experiences with these opioids that can add more information.

There probably are but I cannot think of anyone specific off the top of my head. I know the one time I tried opioids (WAY before I knew about SaSu) it "should have" worked. I worked for a medical malpractice firm and we had a case where the family sued a doctor when their loved one died of an overdose -- this was back when doctors prescribed opioids like they were handing out Skittles. So I had seen the blood and autopsy reports, and saw the guy's prescription records, as well as his pre-existing conditions, yada yada yada.

Anyway, I managed to gather up as many milligrams as he had in his system, the additional amount (in milligrams) that was in his stomach still undigested, along with a bottle of Jack Daniel. I was not a recreational drug user, nor drinker -- except for the occasional glass of wine when we went out with friends, and though I was not completely opioid naive I was not heavily dosed by any stretch of the imagination. In fact other than a 5mg pill for break-thru pain (maybe a couple times a month) when my migraine meds didn't work, I didn't use pain meds.

Anyway, I waited until my husband left for work, sat down on the sofa, turned on The Big Lebowski and started taking pills and washing them down with Jack. I came to on the sofa the next morning -- all the pills were gone (so I must have taken them), along with half that fifth and I don't think I have ever been so disappointed in my life as I was when I realized I was still here. It SHOULD have worked. I didn't throw up, I know my husband didn't take the pills that would have been left if I hadn't finished them because the bottle of Jack was still there. In fact he never said a word about my attempt. That was how little he cared. My best guess is, if he even checked at all, that when he came in from work the next morning, he was disappointed that I still had a pulse, and just went to bed hoping maybe my body would shut down before he woke up.

Anyway, the only thing I accomplished was giving myself a MASSIVE headache and sore neck -- guess sleeping sitting up on a sofa will put a kink in your neck if you sit "just right".

So, while people do die from ODs it is a horribly unreliable way to try. It is really a shame that it isn't socially acceptable to actually allow people to make their own decisions when it comes to when they want to leave this world.

 

[rabbitjack]

There probably are but I cannot think of anyone specific off the top of my head. I know the one time I tried opioids (WAY before I knew about SaSu) it "should have" worked. I worked for a medical malpractice firm and we had a case where the family sued a doctor when their loved one died of an overdose -- this was back when doctors prescribed opioids like they were handing out Skittles. So I had seen the blood and autopsy reports, and saw the guy's prescription records, as well as his pre-existing conditions, yada yada yada.

Anyway, I managed to gather up as many milligrams as he had in his system, the additional amount (in milligrams) that was in his stomach still undigested, along with a bottle of Jack Daniel. I was not a recreational drug user, nor drinker -- except for the occasional glass of wine when we went out with friends, and though I was not completely opioid naive I was not heavily dosed by any stretch of the imagination. In fact other than a 5mg pill for break-thru pain (maybe a couple times a month) when my migraine meds didn't work, I didn't use pain meds.

Anyway, I waited until my husband left for work, sat down on the sofa, turned on The Big Lebowski and started taking pills and washing them down with Jack. I came to on the sofa the next morning -- all the pills were gone (so I must have taken them), along with half that fifth and I don't think I have ever been so disappointed in my life as I was when I realized I was still here. It SHOULD have worked. I didn't throw up, I know my husband didn't take the pills that would have been left if I hadn't finished them because the bottle of Jack was still there. In fact he never said a word about my attempt. That was how little he cared. My best guess is, if he even checked at all, that when he came in from work the next morning, he was disappointed that I still had a pulse, and just went to bed hoping maybe my body would shut down before he woke up.

Anyway, the only thing I accomplished was giving myself a MASSIVE headache and sore neck -- guess sleeping sitting up on a sofa will put a kink in your neck if you sit "just right".

So, while people do die from ODs it is a horribly unreliable way to try. It is really a shame that it isn't socially acceptable to actually allow people to make their own decisions when it comes to when they want to leave this world.

Very sorry to hear about your experience with your husband.

What opioid did you take? And do you know many mg's in total you took?

What about the guy you mentioned that overdosed? What did he take and how much?

 

[CatLvr]

Very sorry to hear about your experience with your husband.

What opioid did you take? And do you know many mg's in total you took?

What about the guy you mentioned that overdosed? What did he take and how much?

Ehhh, just was what it was. I have come to learn that while he was not the man I thought he was, he, like all of us had his demons. While I don't completely understand the mean streak he had in him, he also had a good side.

For reasons I never got out of him (probably because he didn't understand himself) he saw women -- in particular, women who came to love him -- as "the enemy" and because of that any "love story" we might have had was pretty much doomed from the beginning. He was just lucky I am a stubborn bitch and stuck it out to the end. It is a really weird feeling to be both sad and relieved when someone dies like he did. I'm still trying to navigate that shitshow of emotion. Oh well ... Anyway ...

I took Percocet. Same one the guy who OD'd took. And I'm really sorry but I can't share dosages with you. It would gut me if someone else used that info and well. Jeez I sound like such a hypocrite.

I will tell you this, though -- it was enough that I wound up with elevated liver enzyme levels and still have issues to this day. Dunno if it had anything to do with my OD but I also had to have my gallbladder removed shortly after that. And to this day I have to be really careful what I eat -- because nothing tastes as good as the pain I have when I eat, or drink, or take, something that irritates my liver for whatever. It sucks, but, I mean, I KNEW when I tried it if it failed I would likely have the problems I have now, so.

Edited to add: I WILL say this, though -- the fella who passed was 6' tall and weighed 200-ish, and was a college athlete. Had gotten a full ride at one of the colleges here. In his early 20s, a well-known "party hound". I don't recall if he had alcohol in his system when he died but it wouldn't surprise me.

At the time I gave it a try, I was in my early 50s, 5'4" and weighed 130. Hadn't partied "good" for probably 30 years by that time.

I still haven't figured out why it didn't work for me, but he, according to the autopsy and his roommate's statement, died peacefully in his sleep. It really does seem like sometimes there is no rhyme or reason to these things.

 

[rabbitjack]

Ehhh, just was what it was. I have come to learn that while he was not the man I thought he was, he, like all of us had his demons. While I don't completely understand the mean streak he had in him, he also had a good side.

For reasons I never got out of him (probably because he didn't understand himself) he saw women -- in particular, women who came to love him -- as "the enemy" and because of that any "love story" we might have had was pretty much doomed from the beginning. He was just lucky I am a stubborn bitch and stuck it out to the end. It is a really weird feeling to be both sad and relieved when someone dies like he did. I'm still trying to navigate that shitshow of emotion. Oh well ... Anyway ...

I took Percocet. Same one the guy who OD'd took. And I'm really sorry but I can't share dosages with you. It would gut me if someone else used that info and well. Jeez I sound like such a hypocrite.

I will tell you this, though -- it was enough that I wound up with elevated liver enzyme levels and still have issues to this day. Dunno if it had anything to do with my OD but I also had to have my gallbladder removed shortly after that. And to this day I have to be really careful what I eat -- because nothing tastes as good as the pain I have when I eat, or drink, or take, something that irritates my liver for whatever. It sucks, but, I mean, I KNEW when I tried it if it failed I would likely have the problems I have now, so.

That is a lot to deal with. I didn't know your husband also died? From same drug OD?

Was the process with Percocet at least peaceful? I know you had complications afterwards, but was the process peaceful?

 

[CatLvr]

That is a lot to deal with. I didn't know your husband also died? From same drug OD?

Was the process with Percocet at least peaceful? I know you had complications afterwards, but was the process peaceful?

Oh, heaven's no. You could barely get him to take an aspirin. He passed from DKA -- Diabetic ketoacidosis. He didn't take his insulin like he was supposed to, wound up at the ER and died from a heart attack.

And yeah, yeah it was -- I passed out at some point (obviously) and stayed that way until I came to the next morning.