Abstract said:If you don't mind me asking (and since you brought the topic up, you shouldn't IMO), how did your plan screw up? Was the noose not tight enough?
No I don't mind any longer. I never told anyone for at least 10 years. I was pretty sure I wanted to top myself and I spent a good deal of time thinking about it. I don't like pain and I'm not real brave. I didn't fancy something that might entail me ending up as a quadriplegic. So much to think about...
Anyhoo I sort of remembered that hitting up battery acid was supposed to be a sure fire way to die. So in my very disturbed state I went about searching for battery acid. Which I discovered is not easy to find. Eventually I ended up at a moterbike shop and said I needed some battery acid. The chap there said "what are you going to do, hit it up"?. I sort of laughed a bit at this risible joke and gave him some story about my bike's battery being flat. Anyway he give me a small bottle of it.
OK first part of the plan done. so it's now back to the flat (Camden Town London circa 1976), I lock myself in the bathroom with a new syringe a tablespoon and the bottle of acid. (I'll bet you can already guess this wasn't going to work) I didn't write any note or anything, in fact I didn't care about anything except the thought that I was actually going to die. It was strange. So in the bathroom I fill up the spoon with acid, no need for cottonwool or being sterile or any of that crap, obviously. Pulled a full two mls into the syringe...
Tighten up a tourniquet. I've got huge bulging veins so it's pretty easy. Give it a final thought which was basically that I need to be pretty quick because I thought I'd probably be dead before I hit the ground and I didn't want to screw this up. Just before I injected it I stamped on my watch to stop the time which was my only concession to theatricality. I really don't know what that was about, I guess I wanted some kind of record. I don't know why, I've always been obsessed with time.
Put the needle in, which went in smoothly loosened the tourniquet pulled back the shaft, the syringe filled with blood...gave it one final thought that 'this is it' then pressed the two mls of battery acid into my vein, took about five seconds. I believed I'd be dead within 5 more seconds...I didn't miss I know that, there was no bulge near the vein. After about 30 seconds nothing happened. After about a minute I was feeling a little confused. It was a gory sight because when I pulled the needle out quite a bit of blood came out as I didn't bother with all the usual crap.
After about 3 minutes I was in a rather strange surreal panicky state. I thought that now I'm probably going to have a crippled arm for the rest of my life. I locked the bathroom and took the key and left the house intending to run in front of a car but I couldn't do that. After a while I came back to the house and fortunately no one had tried to get into the bathroom. I went back in and surveyed the scene, all the blood and syringe and spoon and bottle and cleaned it all up. I was shaking and strange for a few hours. Not from the battery acid but just the whole drama of it all and the fact that I fully believed at the time I'd be dead pretty quickly. I never told any one about this and then only one person about 10-15 years later. Maybe up until now only two people knew. I still don't know what to make of it. My arm was felt odd for a few months but the final result was no ill effects at all. Right now I'm wondering if I'll press the 'submit reply' button.