Me: 18 y/o male 240 lbs Friend S: 18 y/0 male 180 lbs Friend C: 17 y/o male 150 lbs
This was the first and only time I've done DPH yet. This happened day after 4th of July this year. A few weeks before my friend Seth and I got drunk and he suggested tripping on Benadryl but I decided not to buy any that night and looked it up when I went home and sobered up, but I decided it was stupid and dysphoric so I didn't wanna do it. But on this night I went out and drank with him, we had a pint of Steel Reserve 8.1% Malt Liquor each and he also stole a bottle of Chardonnay that he drank about half of and I had a couple sips. We picked up another friend, Corbin, and Seth went and stole a 6 pack of Jack Daniel Screwdrivers and also 3 100 pill bottles of Benadryl, 25 mg each. Drunk I had completely forgotten any information about tripping on DPH and was too lazy to look up anything including dosing. So all three of us had our two drinks and downed the full bottles. Our drunk logic being that he had tripped on 900 mg last time and it was good, so a little more would be better, and 2500 wasn't that much more than 900. Somehow. Stupid drunk logic.
So we finished our drinks at the park, lit off some fireworks, and pulled off. As we were driving around the DPH started to come on. Corbin ended up passing out in the back seat. And Seth was asking me to take him to Kroger to steal more Alcohol. But I wasn't feeling well so I decided to pull off to one of our hangout spots to try and feel the high out as I began tripping. But this time it just kept getting worse and eventually at one point I felt the urge to take a piss, just randomly and really strongly. I opened the door to step out, but I didn't make it. I ended up pissing my pants in the driver's seat of my own car.
At this point I realized oh shit, it's one of these kinds of drugs, I gotta get the fuck home. On the way back down the highway there was someone sitting in the middle of the turning lane and our mirrors collided and mine broke off. Another car came up behind us and Seth and I assumed it was the people we just hit. But I was in no position to get out and give them information, all that was on my mind was to get home before I'm too far gone. I start speeding down back to my neighborhood and I end up missing the turn.
At one point my friend and I hear my dog talking from the back seat and we both turn around and ask him, "Markus, did you just say something?" And he looks us dead in the eyes and, in a very deep distinguished voice, says "Yes." and nods. Seth and I look at each other and just scream "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Eventually we end up in a cul-de-sac and I'm unable to turn my car around. We start wandering around the people's houses. Everyone has to piss a lot, but I still end up pissing my pants again. All three of us end up being acquainted with the ground and fall 7 billion times with every step. I end up leaving my jacket in the car and my phone in someone's yard and I end up separated from my friends.
My friend Seth knocks on someone's door and wakes them up and asks them to call 911 cause he felt like he was dying. Eventually I come to when the sun rises and I'm walking down the middle of the turning lane. I remember listening to music, but as previously stated I had lost my phone on someone's yard so that was a complete figment of my imagination.
I kept going through people's backyards. Eventually I find a house that I believe is mine, but I remember noticing something was different. A small black car drives by and I remember freaking out. I heard yelling from the car. I stumbled back with my hands in the air. Eventually I make it back on my own street. I go up to a random house and try and open the door. It doesn't open, so I knock. I take one step down the stairs and suddenly I'm on the ground on my face. I lift my right arm and it's covered in pebbles and road rash.
My car's home but I think nothing of it. My parents ask me what's going on and they tell me my friends were picked up by an ambulance and the police called them about my car. Seth was found in the grass and Corbin was found on the road. They were both taken to the ICU and diagnosed with Rhabdomyolysis, a condition which after the diphenhydramine is metabolized in the liver it turns into a chemical that breaks down your muscles. My smaller friend was in there until the next Friday. Seth was in there until the next Sunday, a whole ten days.
They had me take a shower and I tried to sleep. Here's where it got really psychotic. I kept finding my phone in my covers but whenever I would try and use it as soon as I got to an app I began to see through it to my hand and it would fall out. I would find it again and try and plug it in but it would fall to the floor. This repeated a multitude of times. I kept having to jump out of bed and slap my body cause I thought ants were crawling on me. I kept seeing spiders crawl out of dents in my wall. At one point one crawled out of an actual hole in my ceiling and started making a web. At various points I thought my friends were with me in my room. I saw my friend Corbin sitting in my office chair, but I knew he was at the hospital. I heard my fan talk with the voice of a friend. I just kept hearing voices of friends saying random stuff for awhile and it felt like I was insane.
I ended up having a hangover for a full on week. My arm swelled up and I thought it was broken. I got an X-ray and a head scan. I ended up not having broken anything. My doctor said literally "Just massive levels of dipshit." My liver was messed up. Seth's sister got in a fight with his dad about not raising him right and he is about to be sent off to the army. Corbin's mom still has only let me hang out with him once after this.