Whatever milligrams your on will be enough to keep u from gettin sick,you just,have too stick it out,feelin a little crappy till the done works,it not,smart to go up on the dose when whatever your on, your body will stabilize.
I'm not sure if you've ever been on methadone, but the way that methadone basically works is by tolerance. It just makes your tolerance a lot more fucked. When I first got on methadone and I used dope, I would try waiting a day or two without taking the methadone before I did any dope. I wasn't really able to get that high. I figured out though that it majorly had to do with the quality of the dope. I've been at 100mg for a long time (over a year I think) and I've been able to successfully get loaded within 6 or 7 hours of dosing. Ironically the highest I've ever been I only did 7 bags (IV) but other times I haven't gotten quite as loaded doing 13-15 bags... and the shit they sell out west won't accomplish the job because they put so much cut on it that it jells up once you've got 2 or 3 bags in the cooker... not even worth it when you've got to shoot 13 bags back to back. Raw is the only way to go, but you have to use the dormin on it or you won't get a good rush. Raw is a lot better for snorters than for shooters, because shooters rely on the extra punch that the cut adds -- specifically to the rush. Those of you who've shot raw and then the next day shot the same raw with a little bit of dormin know that the rush is much better when you've got the right ratio.
Anyway, the clinic I'm at now allows people to do split dosing. This probably would have been a good option for me, because I was experiencing really bad withdrawal in the mornings... basically all my bones were aching really bad, especially my lower back. The clinic I was at was all about trying to limit the dose that their patients were on (mainly because they were all about the business and the money and didn't care that their patients were selling drugs out of their building).
#1 Rule when you go to the methadone clinic - don't hang around, don't make friends, don't be friendly. The only people who hang around are the people selling drugs or looking to score drugs. Personally I find life much more enjoyable when I keep this sort of negativity away from me. Drugs are meant to supplement life's experiences, and sometimes they end up center focus of those experiences... but in the end cutting off "using buddies" has probably been my saving grace.
Heroin is one hell of a drug. It's the only thing I've ever completely sworn off and denounced one day... only to scheme and scavenge a way to get it into my bloodstream the next day. Story of my life.
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Take Me in Your Arms
(Miss Heroin)
So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass
LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash,
and someone, pretending to be a true friend,
said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin."
Well honey, before you start fooling with me,
just let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves.
You think you could never become a disgrace,
and end up addicted to Poppy seed waste.
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
you'll take me into your arms very soon.
And once I've entered deep down in your veins,
The craving will nearly drive you insane.
You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck.
You'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm,
and feel contentment when I'm in your arms.
The day, when you realize the monster you've grown,
you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
If you think you've got that mystical knack,
then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots.
The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot.
The hot chills and cold sweats, withdrawal pains,
can only be saved by my little white grains.
There's no other way, and there's no need to look,
for deep down inside you know you are hooked.
You'll desperately run to the pushers and then,
you'll welcome me back to your arms once again.
And you will return just as I foretold!
I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart.
And you will be mine until, "Death Do Us Part"
