[Erowid Note: 6,000 mgs of burpropion is considered an extremely high dose]
The night started off great, I was at a friends house getting drunk off my ass. I was partying, drinking beer, and smoking a little weed, basically having a good time. Let me back-track a little. Prior to this night, about 3 weeks ago, I had been arrested, and not for the first time. It was about the fifth time and it was alcohol related. I was looking at jail, probation, and everything I thought I got away from. I don't remember leaving the house I was at or getting home, but I do remember chasing the rest of my Wellbutrin, which was at least 40 150 mg pills, with a 12 oz. Bud Light bottle.
I don't remember much about the few hours after this, I just remember being in the living room talking to my mom. She was asking me what I was on and I remember telling her I did PCP for some reason, I have never done PCP. I remember being way way fucked up. I was trying to read the guide on the satelite to see what was on TV but I couldn't read! No matter how hard I tried I couldn't. I couldn't think, I couldn't talk right. I knew what I wanted to say but it was coming out all wrong. I told my parents what I did finally and they freaked out, which is what they should have done.
They told me to make myself throw-up, which I did. My dad had the phone in his hand and wanted to call 911 but I begged him not to because I did not want to be admitted to some psycho ward or something. I threw up for about 2 hours until I had nothing more to throw up. After this I went to my room and started to look at a poster, which was moving all over. Next thing I know I was running to the bathroom every 5 minutes. I puked for about 20 hours straight. I would drink water and it would come back up in 10 seconds. I was miserable. It was still tripping out seeing shit, still couldn't read, and this was about 8 hours later. I kept telling my parents 'What if I'm like this forever?' and they kept telling me it would end. I went in the hot tub with my parents for a while, still fucked up, they thought it would help, and it did a little, basically all it did was relax me a little. I was dizzy, sick as a dog, and still messed up until about 11:00 pm the next night.
I still to this day don't know why I took all those pills and don't know why I'm not dead right now. Was I trying to kill myself? I don't know. There is a lot more to the story that I don't remember, but I do know I will never touch another Wellbutrin pill again.
