The worst that happened to us in the depths of xanax binges was losin' ~5 days. This happened to myself and a close friend on separate occasions. We were both sophomores in college at the time, and still went to class every day...did homework. We did everything fairly normally, except we ate xanax morning, afternoon, and night. I even commuted to school from 20 mins away. Both of us just ate enough of the 'bars or footballs to be pleasantly happy all day.
He lost Monday-Friday one week, and also in the same month I lost Thursday - Monday. We each called each other during the overlapping blackouts we had, but neither of us evidently had command of our phones during said blackouts. When we finally spoke with clear heads, each one of had pretty much the same experience...happy, walking on clouds all day, gettin' stuff done, but not remember shit about those 5 days. In my case I startin' eatin' 'em after my morning lab on Thursday because I was done with class for the day, my work load was pretty well set for the next week, too.
Thursday night was also party night at my lame college, so I thought I'd coast into a friends house that night for a keg...I hear I did, and I was a riot. I brought a bottle of rum, and other fun goodies...I remember none of this. I remember wakin' up friday for 8am anthropology, smokin' a cig, droppin a xanax and walkin' to class. The rest of Friday is a fog. I drove home about 5pm after classes and smokin' a j with some friends. Keep in mind that I had to piece together 80% of this from knowing what I usually do, and what people told me. I ate at home (thanks for subway, Dad), took a shower, ate more xanax and then went back out to a house party 20 min away. I drove back home in the morning after poppin xanax and helpin' clean the house that was partied in. I mowed the lawn, and watched TV, and took a nap, got up, went to party (while eatin' more xanax). Finally, this stopped when after a Monday of classes I went home for a shower and food. I woke up while lookin' at my baked potato (thanks, Dad).
The whole 5 days was fun. I cut 0 classes out of the 2 days of classes I was in the fog. I would say I was lucky not to pass out, but I learned before this how much to dose and how often. I must say, blacking out for 5 days is awesome fun but awful, too. I had phone numbers from people that I did not remember, and 100 million missed calls on my cell. People would talk to me about something that was apparently fun, and I didn't remember anything. I think lookin' back on it, I just liked bein' so happy and sedated for 5 whole days...the freedom was great.
