Ok, to start this post I am not a regular drug user. Some years ago I used to be a very full on one, but thesedays I’ve calmed right down and only have big ones for special occasions. I thought NYE would be a good special occasion to have one, previous to that I had not had a huge session for some 8 months or so.
My “big” NYE might sound timid to some of the other strories floating around, but bear with me, as I really do need your advice on this.
My party started on New Years (Saturday) morning with a half weight of uncut base. To make it more consumable, it was cut 3/1. Basically, over the next two nights that’s all I had to keep awake, I didn’t go to hard at all as I didn’t need that much to keep me buzzing – maybe eating a line’s worth every 4 or 5 hours and that was it. I did also have 1/2 a pill at some point, it wasn't very good so I didn't really bother with anything else.
Fast forward, it’s now Monday afternoon and I’m feeling a bit queazy and dizzy. I have been eating and drinking very moderately while I’ve been awake, and I decide to eat one more lines worth before heading home in a few hours. About 30 minutes later I start to feel even dizzier, I can’t balance and my heart is going that fast that I can’t breathe properly. I was getting pins and needles in my lower arms and legs, was very agitated and twitchy. Knowing that if my heart keeps up at this rate that I’m fucked, I have a frend drive me to hospital.
On entry, at about 4.30pm, I’m candid about exactly what I had, when I’d had it and how I’m feeling. They check me in straight away, put me on an ECG and give me 10mg of Morphene to try and calm my body down. It does succeed in getting my heart rate down, not by much; they order some xrays and blood tests and then hit me up with morphene again, which knocked me out cold. I woke up again about midnight, my heart rate had gone back to a normal-ish level and I was feeling OK. They kept me overnight to make sure I was fine, and then discharged me in the morning.
We’re now at Tuesday, I was discharged and feeling allright. I did feel somewhat seedy, as you do, but I was told that after some sleep that all the effects of the speed would be gone and I’d be right. I didn’t feel so bad on Tuesday at all, and I went home and slept to try and catch up.
I woke up on Wednesday still feeling normal, I had a coffee and some breakfast and went to head out for the day when I almost passed out at the train station. All the same effects that first made me go to hospital kick back in. I can’t breathe properly, I’m anxious, I feel a pressure on my chest etc. Feeling like I’m ready to drop any minute, I go back to hospital and have myself checked out. All the tests they do on me come back as fine, they tell me that my pupils are still slightly dialated, as expected, meaning that I probably still have some kicking around in my system and after a good nights sleep it should be gone. They give me some Diazepam to take home with me in case I feel too hectic again, but I’m trying not to take it as I want to fight this off. I sleep lots and lots on Wednesday evening, and come Thursday I wake up and still feel like it’s there within me. I sleep as much as I can, I have good moments like when I’m in the shower and everything feels OK but I’m still having lots of times where I feel like I can’t breathe properly and I’m somewhat still under its control.
It’s now Friday morning, I had a massive nights sleep and the daily ritual of waking up and hoping it’s gone is still here, but I feel it as much as I did yesterday. Today I actually woke up hungry though, that was a change. I’m starting to believe now that I’m always going to feel this way, for the rest of my life. I had a dream last night that I was under thr control of something, it’s the first time in years that I’ve woken up in a nightmarish state… I was telling whatever it was that “you do not have control of me…”
Even as I write this now I feel fucked. There’s a pressure in the back of my head, my lower arms, legs, neck and shoulders are excited but also very tense– like I’ve had some speed and I’m ready to go, even though I haven’t touched any for 5 days now.
I haven’t had a cigarette since Tuesday so I’m wondering if that is also playing on this. Has anyone else ever been through what I am going through? Does it go away? I am supposed to go back to work on Monday and there’s no way that I could in this state I am in now.
My thoughts are also starting to get occasionally a bit more irrational. I’m now starting to think that the longer this carries on the more irrational they will become. I can’t be bothered leaving my apartment though I know I should,
I haven’t been eating too well due to lack of appetite but I’m trying to drink lots of OJ. This just sucks, I feel like the speed is still there some 5 days on, it’s not leaving and it’s making my life hell. I neeed advice and I don’t know where to turn. Any you could help me with would be much appreciated
Cheers
s77
My “big” NYE might sound timid to some of the other strories floating around, but bear with me, as I really do need your advice on this.
My party started on New Years (Saturday) morning with a half weight of uncut base. To make it more consumable, it was cut 3/1. Basically, over the next two nights that’s all I had to keep awake, I didn’t go to hard at all as I didn’t need that much to keep me buzzing – maybe eating a line’s worth every 4 or 5 hours and that was it. I did also have 1/2 a pill at some point, it wasn't very good so I didn't really bother with anything else.
Fast forward, it’s now Monday afternoon and I’m feeling a bit queazy and dizzy. I have been eating and drinking very moderately while I’ve been awake, and I decide to eat one more lines worth before heading home in a few hours. About 30 minutes later I start to feel even dizzier, I can’t balance and my heart is going that fast that I can’t breathe properly. I was getting pins and needles in my lower arms and legs, was very agitated and twitchy. Knowing that if my heart keeps up at this rate that I’m fucked, I have a frend drive me to hospital.
On entry, at about 4.30pm, I’m candid about exactly what I had, when I’d had it and how I’m feeling. They check me in straight away, put me on an ECG and give me 10mg of Morphene to try and calm my body down. It does succeed in getting my heart rate down, not by much; they order some xrays and blood tests and then hit me up with morphene again, which knocked me out cold. I woke up again about midnight, my heart rate had gone back to a normal-ish level and I was feeling OK. They kept me overnight to make sure I was fine, and then discharged me in the morning.
We’re now at Tuesday, I was discharged and feeling allright. I did feel somewhat seedy, as you do, but I was told that after some sleep that all the effects of the speed would be gone and I’d be right. I didn’t feel so bad on Tuesday at all, and I went home and slept to try and catch up.
I woke up on Wednesday still feeling normal, I had a coffee and some breakfast and went to head out for the day when I almost passed out at the train station. All the same effects that first made me go to hospital kick back in. I can’t breathe properly, I’m anxious, I feel a pressure on my chest etc. Feeling like I’m ready to drop any minute, I go back to hospital and have myself checked out. All the tests they do on me come back as fine, they tell me that my pupils are still slightly dialated, as expected, meaning that I probably still have some kicking around in my system and after a good nights sleep it should be gone. They give me some Diazepam to take home with me in case I feel too hectic again, but I’m trying not to take it as I want to fight this off. I sleep lots and lots on Wednesday evening, and come Thursday I wake up and still feel like it’s there within me. I sleep as much as I can, I have good moments like when I’m in the shower and everything feels OK but I’m still having lots of times where I feel like I can’t breathe properly and I’m somewhat still under its control.
It’s now Friday morning, I had a massive nights sleep and the daily ritual of waking up and hoping it’s gone is still here, but I feel it as much as I did yesterday. Today I actually woke up hungry though, that was a change. I’m starting to believe now that I’m always going to feel this way, for the rest of my life. I had a dream last night that I was under thr control of something, it’s the first time in years that I’ve woken up in a nightmarish state… I was telling whatever it was that “you do not have control of me…”
Even as I write this now I feel fucked. There’s a pressure in the back of my head, my lower arms, legs, neck and shoulders are excited but also very tense– like I’ve had some speed and I’m ready to go, even though I haven’t touched any for 5 days now.
I haven’t had a cigarette since Tuesday so I’m wondering if that is also playing on this. Has anyone else ever been through what I am going through? Does it go away? I am supposed to go back to work on Monday and there’s no way that I could in this state I am in now.
My thoughts are also starting to get occasionally a bit more irrational. I’m now starting to think that the longer this carries on the more irrational they will become. I can’t be bothered leaving my apartment though I know I should,
I haven’t been eating too well due to lack of appetite but I’m trying to drink lots of OJ. This just sucks, I feel like the speed is still there some 5 days on, it’s not leaving and it’s making my life hell. I neeed advice and I don’t know where to turn. Any you could help me with would be much appreciated
Cheers
s77