Its like falling asleep, with a beautiful sense of warmth and well-being, just how i imagine i'd feel back in my mothers womb. No pain, just happiness, and even though i knew i was going over i didn't panic. I just thought screw it, my time has come, my numbers up, who really cares. And then absolute panic when the paramedic sticks the naloxone in your arm, then you throw up violently and feel like death but can't use because it will make you sicker. This is only if you have someone with you that will phone an ambulance. I've had may a friend die because people they thought where their friends abandoned them in their hour of need. Always smoke a bit first to test purity, and never inject alone. I would not be here were it not for a friend realizing what was happening and phoning an ambulance. Unfortunately he saved me only to hang himself a few years later.