marthamydear
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Idk if this is even relevant but I guess I should start out saying that I'm 24, I weigh about 130 pounds and I'm 5'10. I had an addiction to hydromorphone-I used to shoot up close to four 8MG a day for over a year. In short, I was addicted to pills before I got turned onto hydromorphone and became majorly obsessed with the rush. That and the fact that the high lasted way longer than anything id ever tried before. To make a long story kinda short, I'm from GA but was moving to Colorado and in an attempt to quit the shit, I only bought two for the road. Ive been through withdrawals before several times over but never anything like that. I literally felt like I was dying. Me and my girlfriend made it to arkansas when I finally said fuck it and made her stop at a hotel. Being a dumbass and miserable from the withdrawals, I approached a dude at the hotel who I thought would more than likely be able to find something. After making a phone call, he tells me he could find some hydromorphone and to just give him a ride to his dealer. So me and my girlfriend took him up the road and shit want downhill pretty fast.
After arriving at the dealers house, it was very apparent that he did not talk to the dude at all. The dealer was obviously angry, I remember him saying, 'I don't give a fuck if they are sexy lesbians mother fucker don't ever bring anyone I don't know to my house or ill fuckin kill you' to which I immediately apologized and said that the dude had told us that we could come or I would have never been comfortable to do so. Well the dealer then told us he had ice, not hydromorphone. I told him that his dude lied to us and said he had what we were looking for, but to avoid making the situation even shittier, or so I stupidly thought, I told him that I would still buy some, even though Id never tried it before. After we bought forty dollars worth(the least amount he would sell), he told us that we werent allowed to leave his house without shooting it. Apparently he was convinced we were narcs and we spent the next ten minutes basically discussing the fact that I'm clearly withdrawing, I even showed him my track marks as did my girlfriend but that didn't really sway him. Realizing the situation I landed us in, in a shed in fucking arkansas, with two large men telling me and my girlfriend that we couldn't leave without shooting, i caved. At that point, I stopped giving a fuck because my withdrawals were fucking with my mind so badly and I said to the dealer that i understood that this is a weird situation and were now on his property and you think we're narcs so I'll just do it so we can go and then asked him about two million questions about the ice since the only thing id ever shot was hydromorphone (I made sure to tell him that too.) I'm pretty ignorant when it comes to drugs and even more naive so when he told me that I would feel a small rush I believed him (as weird as it sounds, he was still a super chill dude and I didn't think he would lie) (i know im an idiot) so I said alright and he got it ready.
He told me I would burp and that I would have a nice small rush after and I never even saw how much he put in there until later, not that i would've known any different because I'm literally clueless about this shit. I did notice that the needle was slam full but this didn't alarm me because when I shot hydromorphone, it was usually full. I also didn't notice that they, the dealer and the dude, were insisting on shooting us at the same time. Well my girlfriend, the 'dude' in the relationship, said fuck no until they all began arguing which freaked me out so I (and my withdrawals) insisted that i would just go first. My gf wasnt happy but I was just ready to get the fuck out of there so the dealer shot me up and shit got weird.
I burped like he said i would and I remember hearing him say 'there ya go' when my heart felt like it stopped. I sounded like the fucking exorcist because I took the biggest breath and then a bunch of shit happened all at once. The dealer started packing his bag, my girlfriend was screaming WTF over and over and the other dude was just watching me. After that first weird demon breath I took, something clicked and I started breathing very hard and the dealer stopped packing and sat back down and told me to breathe, over and over again but I couldn't stop breathing so fast, no matter what i tried. Before I could even think about what was going on, my vision went completely dark and I couldn't stand. I fell back onto a bean bag, blind as fuck and still hyperventilating. Then, I can't even put into words exactly how it happened, but I started having an orgasm. It happened somewhere in between me struggling for breath but I felt the most delicious feeling going through my entire body- it was fucking magical. I wasn't aware at all anymore of what they were doing, I still couldn't see but I could kinda hear them talking as if I was in a tunnel or some shit. I was moaning so loudly and my body was moving on its own, like I was feeling all on myself, touching myself but not on my own volition. From far away I heard my gf saying be quiet, be quiet, his wife will hear you, but I couldn't care and just got louder even when I felt her put her hand over my mouth.. It only made me feel even better. I could feel my hands rubbing all over my whole body but had no control whatsoever. When I finally came to after what felt like hours later, I stood up and was literally dripping wet all down my legs and the bean bag was fucking soaked. I barely noticed it because i then felt like I was tripping hard as fuck like my arms looked like they were ten miles long and my legs too and I basically had a light show but with my body for the next twenty minutes. I came to some more and felt a little like myself, I could at least form a sentence which was, 'what in the actual fuck'.
Lol needless to say, I was NOT expecting that. I'm actually painfully private and was horrified at what i did and a little nervous his wife was about to come and whoop my ass (she was very big and i later learned very jealous lol) after some more weird shit happened, he finally let us go. I only found out after we left that they shot me up with more than half of the bag and the dude told my gf on the way back to the hotel (after she told him he couldn't stay with us) that 'thats why we planned the whole time to get your girl fucked out of her mind so we could have a show and then fuck the shit out of her but she died and scared my boy and then you ruined the rest bec you wouldn't even fuck her'
???????????????????
So sorry for the novel I've written, but is that true?? Did he almost kill me and was it normal that I got off like that? I didn't even know that was possible.
The comedown was unbelievable. It took a week until I felt kind of normal and I'm still struggling and it happened about two months ago. Ever since then I've been having terrible heart palpitations and chest pains, not to mention severe anxiety.
Honestly I just need some clarification on what the fuck happened because I know I'm no experienced drug user, I've always kinda stuck with pills, but that shit was insane and I'm still left here just like what the fuck..
After arriving at the dealers house, it was very apparent that he did not talk to the dude at all. The dealer was obviously angry, I remember him saying, 'I don't give a fuck if they are sexy lesbians mother fucker don't ever bring anyone I don't know to my house or ill fuckin kill you' to which I immediately apologized and said that the dude had told us that we could come or I would have never been comfortable to do so. Well the dealer then told us he had ice, not hydromorphone. I told him that his dude lied to us and said he had what we were looking for, but to avoid making the situation even shittier, or so I stupidly thought, I told him that I would still buy some, even though Id never tried it before. After we bought forty dollars worth(the least amount he would sell), he told us that we werent allowed to leave his house without shooting it. Apparently he was convinced we were narcs and we spent the next ten minutes basically discussing the fact that I'm clearly withdrawing, I even showed him my track marks as did my girlfriend but that didn't really sway him. Realizing the situation I landed us in, in a shed in fucking arkansas, with two large men telling me and my girlfriend that we couldn't leave without shooting, i caved. At that point, I stopped giving a fuck because my withdrawals were fucking with my mind so badly and I said to the dealer that i understood that this is a weird situation and were now on his property and you think we're narcs so I'll just do it so we can go and then asked him about two million questions about the ice since the only thing id ever shot was hydromorphone (I made sure to tell him that too.) I'm pretty ignorant when it comes to drugs and even more naive so when he told me that I would feel a small rush I believed him (as weird as it sounds, he was still a super chill dude and I didn't think he would lie) (i know im an idiot) so I said alright and he got it ready.
He told me I would burp and that I would have a nice small rush after and I never even saw how much he put in there until later, not that i would've known any different because I'm literally clueless about this shit. I did notice that the needle was slam full but this didn't alarm me because when I shot hydromorphone, it was usually full. I also didn't notice that they, the dealer and the dude, were insisting on shooting us at the same time. Well my girlfriend, the 'dude' in the relationship, said fuck no until they all began arguing which freaked me out so I (and my withdrawals) insisted that i would just go first. My gf wasnt happy but I was just ready to get the fuck out of there so the dealer shot me up and shit got weird.
I burped like he said i would and I remember hearing him say 'there ya go' when my heart felt like it stopped. I sounded like the fucking exorcist because I took the biggest breath and then a bunch of shit happened all at once. The dealer started packing his bag, my girlfriend was screaming WTF over and over and the other dude was just watching me. After that first weird demon breath I took, something clicked and I started breathing very hard and the dealer stopped packing and sat back down and told me to breathe, over and over again but I couldn't stop breathing so fast, no matter what i tried. Before I could even think about what was going on, my vision went completely dark and I couldn't stand. I fell back onto a bean bag, blind as fuck and still hyperventilating. Then, I can't even put into words exactly how it happened, but I started having an orgasm. It happened somewhere in between me struggling for breath but I felt the most delicious feeling going through my entire body- it was fucking magical. I wasn't aware at all anymore of what they were doing, I still couldn't see but I could kinda hear them talking as if I was in a tunnel or some shit. I was moaning so loudly and my body was moving on its own, like I was feeling all on myself, touching myself but not on my own volition. From far away I heard my gf saying be quiet, be quiet, his wife will hear you, but I couldn't care and just got louder even when I felt her put her hand over my mouth.. It only made me feel even better. I could feel my hands rubbing all over my whole body but had no control whatsoever. When I finally came to after what felt like hours later, I stood up and was literally dripping wet all down my legs and the bean bag was fucking soaked. I barely noticed it because i then felt like I was tripping hard as fuck like my arms looked like they were ten miles long and my legs too and I basically had a light show but with my body for the next twenty minutes. I came to some more and felt a little like myself, I could at least form a sentence which was, 'what in the actual fuck'.
Lol needless to say, I was NOT expecting that. I'm actually painfully private and was horrified at what i did and a little nervous his wife was about to come and whoop my ass (she was very big and i later learned very jealous lol) after some more weird shit happened, he finally let us go. I only found out after we left that they shot me up with more than half of the bag and the dude told my gf on the way back to the hotel (after she told him he couldn't stay with us) that 'thats why we planned the whole time to get your girl fucked out of her mind so we could have a show and then fuck the shit out of her but she died and scared my boy and then you ruined the rest bec you wouldn't even fuck her'
???????????????????
So sorry for the novel I've written, but is that true?? Did he almost kill me and was it normal that I got off like that? I didn't even know that was possible.
The comedown was unbelievable. It took a week until I felt kind of normal and I'm still struggling and it happened about two months ago. Ever since then I've been having terrible heart palpitations and chest pains, not to mention severe anxiety.
Honestly I just need some clarification on what the fuck happened because I know I'm no experienced drug user, I've always kinda stuck with pills, but that shit was insane and I'm still left here just like what the fuck..
