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Crystal Methamphetamine - (250 mg) - Experienced, First Time IV - "What did I do?"
Trip Reports please
So I'm fairly experienced with meth. It was actually the first drug I ever did years and years ago in thailand, smoking the yaba pills. I didn't encounter any more until many years later when I moved to the US. In the last 5 years or so, I spent the first 2 dabbling with smoking it every month or so, then a year doing it every weekend, then about a year off, and then had done it 3 times over the space of 4 months before this experience. To give somewhat of an idea of tolerance, a quarter gram smoked was usually enough for me and another person to have a good night with.
I started off on a Thursday night having picked up a quarter gram to smoke that weekend with a play buddy of mine. I had been staying away from meth for the most part but I had an entire week after that weekend before classes started for me so I figured I could have a nice "balls to the wall" weekend and have some fun with plenty of time to recover, and then not touch the stuff during the semester.
Well anyway, one thing lead to another and ended up partying that night on someone else's stuff anyway. Slept for a few hours and then came friday night. Met up with my play buddy, (we'll call him B), and we went on to smoke the shit I had bought the day before. It turned out not being very good and my friend wanted to get more, did the usual calling around and found one of his old buddies.
The original plan had just been for the two of us to get a good buzz going, fuck around all night and then get some sleep. But it ended up making things faster if we invited the other guy for a 3-way. Sure, why not? Everything sounds like a great idea when you're already tweaking, right?
For whatever reason, I had been the one talking to the other guy even though my friend was the one who knew him. He texted me asking if he needed to pick up points. I wasn't really sure what he meant but I had an idea and I wasn't looking to shoot up and I didn't think my friend was either so I just said "I don't think B is into that."
Then after hanging around waiting for the guy to show up, B says "I think this guy wants to slam." So I say "OK, why, should we? I haven't done that but whatever, I'd try. Not like I'm doing this again any time soon." So we call the guy and tell him to pick up some gear.
Guy shows up, we'll call him C. C looks VERY high. "Man, this stuff is strong, I did a little to test it out yesterday and I haven't slept yet." Hmmmm, typing this now, looking back, maybe I should have paid more attention to that. C has a bag of new packaged insulin-type needles. Then he takes out the crystal and dumps it on a plate. Very nice looking stuff. He puts a bill on top, then crushes it all up with a lighter. Then he divides it into one large pile for himself and two smaller piles for us. He backloads the syringes, draws some microwaved tap water (should have used saline I guess?) shakes em up and presto! All dissolved and ready to go.
So, I'm up first. We use my belt for a tourniquet. Poke, finds a vein right away (wow, he's better than the nurses who always have to stab me like 5 times before they can take my blood). "So, after you take off the belt, raise up your arms." Ok . . . He's done, we take off the belt. I raise up my arms and . . .
Huh? This doesn't feel like meth at all. Wait a minute, I taste something, that's wierd. Holy crap I'm high. I can't stop smiling. I sink back into the couch breathing heavily feeling almost like I'm going to puke and yet overcome with the most intense euphoria I have ever experienced. My entire body feels warm and light. It was a lot like my first hit of ecstasy, only better and more intense. I can't talk. What's interesting is that I've had other experiences on other drugs that were not as intense where I would say to myself "This is too much" but all I felt with this was "This should be too much, but it's not." I still can't talk. One of them asks if I'm OK, all I can manage is a thumbs up. I look down at my arm, and I see the drop of blood from the shot. I wipe it away and casually realize that I just broke the one rule I had set with drugs that I had never broken. I stuck a needle in my arm.
I finally sit up and look around. Half an hour has passed. I am suddenly very bothered by how bright it is. I get up and dim the lights. That's better. Now that I'm able to function, I start to enjoy the buzz even more. My clothes feel softer, my skin feels smoother, the air going in my lungs feels cleaner. I still have a stupid grin on my face that I can't get rid of. What were we doing? Oh yeah, having sex. I take off my clothes without much hesitation. Usually I like a little getting in the mood beforehand, but not this time. The three of us play for a while. C says he has a friend that would be fun to invite over. Sure, why not?
The buzz I have never really fades. It wasn't like with ecstasy, where I would have the intial rush, which would get very intense and then come down a little bit to where it was managable. No, with this, it was the initial rush, which I eventually adjusted to, rather than it coming down. The buzz never really faded for quite a long time. When the other guy got there, we'll call him D, we played around for a few more hours. The buzz still hadn't even faded when they offered me another one. "How much was in the first one anyway?" "Oh, a quarter." Fucking Christ, you put an entire god damn quarter in my first IV? I wanted to scream at the guy. But really just as much my fault for not specifying in the first place. Oh well.
I do a dose of G at around 2 or 3am. As for timeframe, I think we did the first shot around 10 or 11pm, but I'm really not sure. The G ends up knocking me on my ass, which is very unusualy because I normally have a very high tolerance, and it's the same batch I had always done. After laying down and letting the G fade a little, I get back into playing. We play until around 6:30, the other 2 guys leave. By now B and I are kind of tired of sex. The whole night had basically been a boring limp-dick jerk session. We both don't usually have that kind of problem, but then again we usually smoke it. At this point my buzz starts to come down a little when I realize what a stupid waste the night was, and realize how unattractive the two guys were. I'm not one for groups really, I like one-on-one, and I just started feeling kind of gross. I eventually get to sleep around 11am after lots of benadryl.
I sleep for 2 or 3 hours. Pretty normal for me compared to when I smoke it. Crappy sleep for a few hours, awake for a good 6 or 7 hours, then sleep for like 14 hours.
Well, that wasn't the case this time. After waking up feeling sober, I manage to eat some food, and laze around watching TV, feeling wierd about what I had done as far as using a needle, but otherwise feeling not as worn out as I usually would. I also notice how my lungs aren't totally fucked from smoking chemicals all night, so I feel good about that too.
Well then around midnight, when I was supposed to start feeling tired again, I rub my arm because the muscles are sore. Now it doesn't make sense to me that shit could be stuck in my veins but I don't know how else to explain it. My arm started tingling like crazy, then the tingling spread to the rest of my body and I was high again. I wasn't full-on high like I was the previous night but I was definitely buzzed. I was unable to eat or sleep until very late Sunday night. (Anyone else reading this who has experience IV'ing this stuff, has this ever happened to you?)
So I've spent the entire last week reflecting on the experience. At the time it never felt like too much, but looking back on the entire thing, it was far too intense. I became a completely different person, and although doing meth any other way would definitely knock down inhibitions in some regrettable ways, it was nowhere near the extent of the personality shift I experienced during that whole weekend. I don't care to repeat the experience. And I don't think I will, because while in the past I've tried to cut down on smoking or snorting it, thinking about or picturing in my mind a pipe would get me going "Mmmm, that would be fun." When I picture in my mind the whole process of shooting up, I feel sick. In fact, the whole thing has turned me off of harder drugs as a whole. It was pretty much the ultimate experience, and I don't know that I need to go there or need to try to go there again. The whole thing also lasted FAR longer than I needed it to.
Strangely enough, it all felt far less taxing on my body and mind after the fact than a weekend of smoking it usually does. My muscles didn't ache as much as they usually would, my lungs felt exponentially better of course, and apart from my disgust with having used a needle and had sex with people I wouldn't have normally, my usual days-after anxiety and depression were pretty much non-existent.
In a way, I'm very thankful I was given such a giant dose. It has thoroughly scared me away from the shit. I'm just glad I didn't have a heart attack.
Trip Reports please
So I'm fairly experienced with meth. It was actually the first drug I ever did years and years ago in thailand, smoking the yaba pills. I didn't encounter any more until many years later when I moved to the US. In the last 5 years or so, I spent the first 2 dabbling with smoking it every month or so, then a year doing it every weekend, then about a year off, and then had done it 3 times over the space of 4 months before this experience. To give somewhat of an idea of tolerance, a quarter gram smoked was usually enough for me and another person to have a good night with.
I started off on a Thursday night having picked up a quarter gram to smoke that weekend with a play buddy of mine. I had been staying away from meth for the most part but I had an entire week after that weekend before classes started for me so I figured I could have a nice "balls to the wall" weekend and have some fun with plenty of time to recover, and then not touch the stuff during the semester.
Well anyway, one thing lead to another and ended up partying that night on someone else's stuff anyway. Slept for a few hours and then came friday night. Met up with my play buddy, (we'll call him B), and we went on to smoke the shit I had bought the day before. It turned out not being very good and my friend wanted to get more, did the usual calling around and found one of his old buddies.
The original plan had just been for the two of us to get a good buzz going, fuck around all night and then get some sleep. But it ended up making things faster if we invited the other guy for a 3-way. Sure, why not? Everything sounds like a great idea when you're already tweaking, right?
For whatever reason, I had been the one talking to the other guy even though my friend was the one who knew him. He texted me asking if he needed to pick up points. I wasn't really sure what he meant but I had an idea and I wasn't looking to shoot up and I didn't think my friend was either so I just said "I don't think B is into that."
Then after hanging around waiting for the guy to show up, B says "I think this guy wants to slam." So I say "OK, why, should we? I haven't done that but whatever, I'd try. Not like I'm doing this again any time soon." So we call the guy and tell him to pick up some gear.
Guy shows up, we'll call him C. C looks VERY high. "Man, this stuff is strong, I did a little to test it out yesterday and I haven't slept yet." Hmmmm, typing this now, looking back, maybe I should have paid more attention to that. C has a bag of new packaged insulin-type needles. Then he takes out the crystal and dumps it on a plate. Very nice looking stuff. He puts a bill on top, then crushes it all up with a lighter. Then he divides it into one large pile for himself and two smaller piles for us. He backloads the syringes, draws some microwaved tap water (should have used saline I guess?) shakes em up and presto! All dissolved and ready to go.
So, I'm up first. We use my belt for a tourniquet. Poke, finds a vein right away (wow, he's better than the nurses who always have to stab me like 5 times before they can take my blood). "So, after you take off the belt, raise up your arms." Ok . . . He's done, we take off the belt. I raise up my arms and . . .
Huh? This doesn't feel like meth at all. Wait a minute, I taste something, that's wierd. Holy crap I'm high. I can't stop smiling. I sink back into the couch breathing heavily feeling almost like I'm going to puke and yet overcome with the most intense euphoria I have ever experienced. My entire body feels warm and light. It was a lot like my first hit of ecstasy, only better and more intense. I can't talk. What's interesting is that I've had other experiences on other drugs that were not as intense where I would say to myself "This is too much" but all I felt with this was "This should be too much, but it's not." I still can't talk. One of them asks if I'm OK, all I can manage is a thumbs up. I look down at my arm, and I see the drop of blood from the shot. I wipe it away and casually realize that I just broke the one rule I had set with drugs that I had never broken. I stuck a needle in my arm.
I finally sit up and look around. Half an hour has passed. I am suddenly very bothered by how bright it is. I get up and dim the lights. That's better. Now that I'm able to function, I start to enjoy the buzz even more. My clothes feel softer, my skin feels smoother, the air going in my lungs feels cleaner. I still have a stupid grin on my face that I can't get rid of. What were we doing? Oh yeah, having sex. I take off my clothes without much hesitation. Usually I like a little getting in the mood beforehand, but not this time. The three of us play for a while. C says he has a friend that would be fun to invite over. Sure, why not?
The buzz I have never really fades. It wasn't like with ecstasy, where I would have the intial rush, which would get very intense and then come down a little bit to where it was managable. No, with this, it was the initial rush, which I eventually adjusted to, rather than it coming down. The buzz never really faded for quite a long time. When the other guy got there, we'll call him D, we played around for a few more hours. The buzz still hadn't even faded when they offered me another one. "How much was in the first one anyway?" "Oh, a quarter." Fucking Christ, you put an entire god damn quarter in my first IV? I wanted to scream at the guy. But really just as much my fault for not specifying in the first place. Oh well.
I do a dose of G at around 2 or 3am. As for timeframe, I think we did the first shot around 10 or 11pm, but I'm really not sure. The G ends up knocking me on my ass, which is very unusualy because I normally have a very high tolerance, and it's the same batch I had always done. After laying down and letting the G fade a little, I get back into playing. We play until around 6:30, the other 2 guys leave. By now B and I are kind of tired of sex. The whole night had basically been a boring limp-dick jerk session. We both don't usually have that kind of problem, but then again we usually smoke it. At this point my buzz starts to come down a little when I realize what a stupid waste the night was, and realize how unattractive the two guys were. I'm not one for groups really, I like one-on-one, and I just started feeling kind of gross. I eventually get to sleep around 11am after lots of benadryl.
I sleep for 2 or 3 hours. Pretty normal for me compared to when I smoke it. Crappy sleep for a few hours, awake for a good 6 or 7 hours, then sleep for like 14 hours.
Well, that wasn't the case this time. After waking up feeling sober, I manage to eat some food, and laze around watching TV, feeling wierd about what I had done as far as using a needle, but otherwise feeling not as worn out as I usually would. I also notice how my lungs aren't totally fucked from smoking chemicals all night, so I feel good about that too.
Well then around midnight, when I was supposed to start feeling tired again, I rub my arm because the muscles are sore. Now it doesn't make sense to me that shit could be stuck in my veins but I don't know how else to explain it. My arm started tingling like crazy, then the tingling spread to the rest of my body and I was high again. I wasn't full-on high like I was the previous night but I was definitely buzzed. I was unable to eat or sleep until very late Sunday night. (Anyone else reading this who has experience IV'ing this stuff, has this ever happened to you?)
So I've spent the entire last week reflecting on the experience. At the time it never felt like too much, but looking back on the entire thing, it was far too intense. I became a completely different person, and although doing meth any other way would definitely knock down inhibitions in some regrettable ways, it was nowhere near the extent of the personality shift I experienced during that whole weekend. I don't care to repeat the experience. And I don't think I will, because while in the past I've tried to cut down on smoking or snorting it, thinking about or picturing in my mind a pipe would get me going "Mmmm, that would be fun." When I picture in my mind the whole process of shooting up, I feel sick. In fact, the whole thing has turned me off of harder drugs as a whole. It was pretty much the ultimate experience, and I don't know that I need to go there or need to try to go there again. The whole thing also lasted FAR longer than I needed it to.
Strangely enough, it all felt far less taxing on my body and mind after the fact than a weekend of smoking it usually does. My muscles didn't ache as much as they usually would, my lungs felt exponentially better of course, and apart from my disgust with having used a needle and had sex with people I wouldn't have normally, my usual days-after anxiety and depression were pretty much non-existent.
In a way, I'm very thankful I was given such a giant dose. It has thoroughly scared me away from the shit. I'm just glad I didn't have a heart attack.
