These days me and opiates don't do much hanging ut, but IMO the itch is best when it's localized to a certain region and not spread across my whole body. I love the itch but it's gotta be gentle. I know what CR means by having to get up to scratch when your in a comfy spot.
My old friend C - god rest his soul - was enamored with the itches almost more then the high. I would walk in the door to his apartment and he would be laid back in his recliner with a huge grin, slits for eyes, and he would have long scratch marks up each arm. I would have to tell him to stop because he actually would break the damn skin on occassion. and sometimes he would have scatches that would stay visible for days, even on his forehead.
Funny thing about C, the first time I got introduced to hard pharmaceutical opiods, it was oxycodone, the 5/350's. C was experienced with it but I'd never done it before and was totally opiod-naieve. So he said we each take 12 of these (that's 60mg of oxy) so I was very nervous about it because he was telling me all about how it's as good as smack and how fucking fucked up I was gonna get. So, nervously I popped them, all 12. Then we sat down to watch TV and all I noticed was a slight warmth beginning in my body and I was just really nervous, really really nervous. meanwhile, 15 more minutes pass and C is writhing around in his couch in ecstasy scratching himself silly. I know it sounds crazy but I sat there and felt hot and feverish for about an hour but that was all I felt, no euphoria whatsoever, no buzz, no daydreams, no respiratory depression. My brain didn't know how to interpret the euphoric comonent of the opiod buzz at that point, it wasn't properly acclimated. I really think that my hyper-nervousness and elevated adrenelin had a lot to do with stopping the euphoria. But I was askin him why the hell are you scratching all over like that? I couldn't figure it out.
I remember I got suddenly and irrationally very angry and left. On the drive home I got totally nauseated and puked out the door a few times - that was the most god-awful taste I can remember.
The next day I decided to give it a try again but this time i was not nervous at all. So another 12 down the hatch and 30 minutes later I finally found the heavenly glory I was sold, I awoke in the promised land, wrapped up in that warm blanket of totally intense bliss and god, I never knew itches could be such a sweet pleasure.
Forgive my lengthy digression, jeeze it might as well be a trip report, it just brought back the memories.