Disclaimer: I'm not doing this to bash Sodium Nitrite just stating my experiences with it, as this was a really unexpected outcome and to tell people a bit from the other side, as the positive ones of SN are really glorified here, but the negative ones are much less known.
Short version: On 31st January, I did a 2nd CTB attempt with some of the SN I had left from my first attempt on 11th January. But I wasn't using enough, as I was interrupted by a phone call and ended up with acute renal failure in the hospital.
The long version:
How do I start, after my first failed SN attempt that I also captured on here, I didn't expect to ever overcome the SI to actually CTB with Sodium Nitrite. I was searching for different methods but couldn't find anything good, and after reading in some posts on here that the SN is still good for almost three months after it was opened, I started again playing with the idea of using the SN method more and more.
On 30th January I fasted for almost 20 hours, took all the meds I had (Ibu and Vomex), but I slept for too long, and was worried that when my father would come home from work, he would find my unconscious but not yet dead body and I get rescued and end up as a brain-damaged vegetable.
I ate one meal and then fasted again for almost 20 hours until the next day, 31st January. This time I woke up early enough, to have these 4+ hours to be definitely dead time, until my father would come home from work. I took the meds, prepared three SN shots and just sit there on my desk, where I'm currently writing this post, and see what happens.
I took the shot on my mouth and tasted the seawater-like tasting SN. This point I also reached in my first SN attempt. I took a bit in my mouth and swallowed it and immediately noticed the stomach growling, I also had on my first attempt where only a drop got in my stomach. I was sitting there with my head resting in my arm, after a while I took another bigger (maybe soup spoon like) sip of the SN shot. My heart began racing and everything became cloudy, but not because I was scared. I was instead just really surprised, because I was genuinely ready to now drink the rest of it and die, and if I hadn't been interrupted by a stupid phone call by my grandmother, I would have probably done that.
I was so thrown out by that, that I ditched the attempt and thought I'll just try it the next day again.
However, after I went to the toilet, I noticed something is different. After I urinated, I still had a very strong urge to urinate. Now, the next couple of days, but especially the day of the attempt and the day after, should be the worst, hell on earth days of my life. As I experienced during these days almost every symptom of a renal failure.
I had a constant terrorizing strong urge to pee. When I peed, it felt like my bladder would implode. I would wake up multiple times at night because of that strong urge to pee. I had diarrhea for a few days. My body was so weak, I felt like I would collapse every moment. My skin itched horribly. I had constant headaches, muscle spasms, was freezing all the time. I thought now it's really all over.
Now the thing is I already had before problems with my bladder, but they were only psychologically and a symptom of my SAD. For some people, anxiety makes them pee. And for me, that constant urge to pee ruined my life.
On 5th February, by that time most of the renal failure symptoms were gone, but I still made an appointment at my doctor's office telling him of my SN attempt, knowing that it would be a one way ticket to the psych ward. But that's a price I was willing to pay, as I didn't want to end up with permanently damaged kidney's or whatever, even though I was still determined to end my life in that time. In the worst case I would have to undergo dialysis where I would have been catheterized, what I was really afraid of as this is supposed to be very painful, especially for men.
But instead in the dialysis apartment, I immediately ended up in the psychiatry. As I'm from Germany, the psych wards, even the closed ones, aren't nearly such nightmare places as what the American users here described theirs. But I was even luckier with the doctor that I caught. I described her the motivation behind my suicidal tendencies, that I just decided for myself, that living a life with such limitations is just not worth it. And with such a well researched method, (most of them never even heard about Sodium Nitrite) and the fact I came there voluntarily, it was obvious that I wasn't a good fit for the closed one. So that very empathetic doctor send me to an open one with more normal people and less restrictions.
During that three week psych ward stay, I was still using an irritable bladder medication that I already started using shortly before my SN attempt. I got a side effect from it, that made my bladder, and the whole area around it feel kinda numbed, I wouldn't even notice something when I peed, what felt very weird. But because of that numb feeling, I noticed this constant urge to urinate SAD symptom much less, and started behaving more normal and less OCD-like and anxious as I did the 8 years prior. I made because of that, a bigger jump in my mental problems in a few days, than psychotherapy did for me in a year. This is what gave me the hope for my life back.
On 27th February I switched from a full stationary stay to a partial stationary hospital where I would sleep at home and go there in the morning and leave in the evening, like an 9-to-5 job, idk how this is called in English.
On 2nd April I was also released from there, and now I use my new won freedom to do all the things I was excluded off the past 8 years. Getting a job, and hopefully very soon moving out from my toxic family, meeting old friends and see what the world has to offer for me. Though, it's not easy as I still suffer from the anxious bladder and other symptoms, just not that strong like before. And we don't have to start talking about the all the things you miss, when you live in social isolation from age 17 to 24. Plus, the world and its citizens are as shitty as they used to be, as far as I can tell, from my short observations.
Still, I would have never thought that this SN attempt and the psych ward stay would end with, that I try to seriously give my life a second chance. And everything just because of the side effect of a stupid and otherwise useless bladder medication.
The last part of my post, I want to use to thank from the bottom of my heart the user
@SofterSoftest and his or her posts in the thread
https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/sn-and-brain-damage.95638/ as they were giving me lots of hope and clarity in this really, really horrible few days of my life.
And
@tarococo who I stayed in contact with for 2 weeks, a few days before my final SN attempt, until she seemingly vanished. Her WhatsApp is no longer active, so I guess that means it. I'm very sorry you had to take this way, (if you have really taken it) as you were a really great person, that just was forced to live in horrible life circumcisions, that had much more potential and chances to do something out of her life than me.
During my psych ward stay I ordered a new bottle of Sodium Nitrite as I still think it's the best method available. However, after such a horrible experience, I hopefully will never again come to such a desperate point that I will seriously consider taking it, now knowing the consequences if I fail.
Thanks for reading, and feel free to ask me any question you want. Without you guys, I would have probably been left with much bigger scars of my suicidal journey!