10 bars of xanax and alcohol

Wanna tell u guys about my incident and i really wanna know am i lucky or idk. Because i know that 10mg is too much. Could I really die ? And what could happened if i had oxycodone instead of xanax.

PS I’m 17 and im from russia, also i have never tried Xanax before that incident

At all what do you think about my situation?

Story: On the night of December 30, I went with a friend to a club where I drank about 15 shots of vodka mixed with some kind of watermelon juice and about 5 more cocktails. Some guy ruined my mood at the club and then out of nowhere a man appears, who offers people to buy Percocets (oxycodone). I don’t understand why, but I decided to approach him and ask if he had Xanax, he answered yes. I bought a pack of 10 bars of 1 mg each for which I paid $45. After that, I forgot about Xanax for a while and decided to look for a girl with whom I had been talking for a long time at the club and everything seemed to be going towards the fact that she would go home with me. Suddenly I find out from a friend that she left with her ex.

My mood finally deteriorated and I left the club and headed towards home, I met my brother who, as it turned out, was also at the club. It’s strange that we didn’t see each other, he was with a girl he picked up at the club, which made me even more depressed, although I was happy for him. We all went in the same direction together.

On the way, I bought a beer at a local liquor store, popped the first pill and took a sip of beer, waited 15 minutes, nothing happened. Without thinking about the consequences (I knew that for the first time 1mg was quite enough, but something went wrong in my brain) within 5 minutes I popped 9 xanax bars and there was nothing left in the pack.

I don’t remember everything that happened for the next 20 hours.

Further story from the words of my older brother:

Passing the police station which, as usual, was guarded by 2 cops, I kicked off the movable steel fence that the cops had put up next to the police station. Along with the fence, I also fell onto the curb. The cops slowly began to approach me, but my brother got ahead of them and tried to negotiate with them, apologized for me and said that I just drank a lot at the club. (He didn’t know that I had 10mg of Xanax in my system)

Everything seemed to be resolved, and I didn’t even have to pay. My older brother began to suspect that it was not just alcohol. He decided to take me home, according to his words, I fell 15 more times, and when I got home, my brother left the girl on the street for a couple of minutes and brought me to the apartment door. I walked in and we said goodbye, but he said he would be back in a couple of hours after spending time with the girl at a nearby hotel. I didn’t answer and went to my room.

After 4 hours, my brother returned home and found me lying unconscious in my clothes on the floor in my room. There was an empty pack of Xanax on the table. He also saw our father who didn’t understand what was happening and why I didn’t wake up, didn’t answer and didn’t react to anything at all.

The ambulance arrived, they rehydrated me and put me to sleep. I woke up 15 hours later, tried to get out of bed but immediately fell, I simply could not control my legs. My father came into the room and said that he had completely looked through two of my phones. On my two phones he found a lot of photos with weed (it is prohibited in my country) and said that I was going to rehab right away.He helped me get to the car and after a couple of hours I was detoxed in a rehab.

On December 31st, I woke up in rehab, only from that moment I remember everything, I remember nothing after last xan bar till morning of December 31st. Also next 2 days I was feeling like a fckng vegetable.

As a result, I have already been in a rehab for 20 days, feelin good. Leaving it in a week

Fun fact: a day after I got to rehab, my father found my 25g, a lot of raw cones, bong, 2 grinders, papers. Everything went into the trash, but he added that he was kinda scared to go out with such a set because the main police department is located on our street and there are always a lot of cops on the street.