uncle stinky
Bluelighter
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- Jun 14, 2010
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So I reached 47 without ever having to take a trip to the Hospital on a drug related emergency. Broke the duck yesterday. All kinds of stupid carelessness behind it. Mostly, I suspect, the rookie error of taking as much as you took last time after a gap, forgetting about tolerance. Cocktailing smoked MDPV with 5-MEO-MIPT for a pleasant evening of what the Profanisaurus calls Stingwanking. (Referring to his tantric marathon shags rafher than any pain. As you like though.)
Measured 12mg of the Moxy and insufflated and just poured Peeevee into the vaporiser and took till I stopped. One can always reheat and given my unfortunate fondness for this stuff my tokerance is high, Still, a dopaminergen and serotoninergen to take the edge off the paranoia is a familiar combo and the eventual outcome surprised me. I think redosing while fucked was to blame. T'was ever thus. Eyeballed a generous 20mg of Mipt cos the Sartorius scale is so heavy and on my bedroom floorboards it acts a little like a seismograph. (Too late to use another room.) Given the dense nature of the material it could have been 30 plus.
Split into two piles but certainly didn't wait near long enough between them to see how strongly each would hit. ("Stupid arsehole and mindless drug hoover", I hear the sensible amongst you cry. I concur.) Felt fantastic and topping it with a pipe of Peevee the very stuff of heaven. Very jittery on the motor control skills though. Would take me an age to figure out how to get the mouse to move the cursor across the screen without traversing an area on the desk of the same size. Had to really think to lift the damned thing up and move it back without moving the icon. Sounds ludicrous but in the light of what followed only a minor hassle.
Lay sleepless and sweaty in the dark from four till eight expecting to have a crappy tired day and an early bed as ever when I break the school night rule. In my defence I had a very quiet weekend at the 'rents and got in to postal joy. Foregone conclusion really. Tried to rise at eight. By now expected light residual effects and to feel shitty. Not so and so much worse. You know the bad days when you overcooked it and you feel like a robot or retard jmposter has taken your place. Kurt Vonnegut calls that guy Phillboyd Studge. Well I felt that to the nth degree. Not only that, (and this is the real reason for posting, so someone else this dumb knows it ended ok,) I had what I can only describe as cognitive and coordinational deficits. Could not manage to work out spatial stuff. An example, on the way to hospital one sleeve of the denim jacket was inside out and the topological manoevering required to fix it was completely impossible.
More examples and a swift exit as it's well over 56 hours since I slept. Driving was not only baffling but terrifying. (yes, yes I knowe, no lectures please, I didn't realise how bad it was until attempting such a complex multi coordinational task. In hindsight, the fact it took 10 minutes to work out how the belt worked on my trousers should have been a clue.) . So poor was my ability to judge relative position/motiom/time that every corner was hugely oversteered leaving me winding from side to side along the road after even slight bends. Eventually, whist trying desperately to get home without crashing or dying, I hit the curb hard enough to blow out the front tyre. Changing the wheel was not fun. And it was raining. Instant Karma I guess. Luckily no Karma police followed.
The other odd symptom was freezing up and not being able to get going again. Changing gear was a nightmare for that and I thought that a taxi driver was going to slap me for not managing to find reverse. Improvised some swearing arouind the gearbox being on the way out. Don't think he believed me as speech all day was a machine gun rapid uninflected monotone. (Even more than usual some might claim) Of course the freezing led to thoughts of Parkinsonism. Either a minor stroke or Parkinsons. Nice choice. ("Bad news. You have Cancer and Alzheimers." "Oh well at least I don't have Cancer".)
Pretty scared by now. An exchange of texts persuaded me to go to ER. Given the symptoms it was the right choice but left to my indolent cowardly devices I would have tried to sleep it off first. Arrived at Hospital around 9 that night genuinely presuming all drugs would have gone in the preceding 15 hours and thus I had fucked my brain. Got processed fairly swiftly so it seems initially so did the docs. All the scrunch your face up and the follow my finger stuff for Neuro diagnosis. Walk in a straight line, what's the date etc. Gradually the waiting got longer and I sensed a shift in attitude from some nurses who began giving me the skunk eye as a worthless self inflicted substance abuser.
By around 2:30 A.M I was beginning to feel more like myself although still pretty shaky. The doctor began taking a load more bloods and stuck me on a Saline drip. I think this was as much punitive as curative as I would have happily gone home after consuming a liter of Dioralyte or similar and to the same dual purpose, rehydration and urine sample. Cranked it to max, unkinked the line, kept my hand as low as possible and prayed for extra gravity to speed it up. THey added a second and put me in with the roarers and the pukers friom that night's gutter sweeping. Although I must say by this stage they had been transformed into the snorers and the farters (and mumblers). Of course sleep was impossible and I was very tired by now. They wanted me to stay till rounds the next day but foolishly overestimating my familiarity with night buses I signed out against medical advice. Still the hour-and-a half-walk was probably fair punishment.
Anyway on the positive side I now have a brand new section in my permanent medical history as a problem drug user. Hope I don't need painkillers anytime soon.
Harm reduction endnote- If this has happened to you it may go away on its own and I thought the odd symptoms and duration worth leaving a record to reduce fear in anyone going through it. I still recommend a hospital visit though. It may actually be a transient ischaemic thing or precusor to a stroke or aneurism. You get two of most organs but only one brain and if you are on bluelight chances are you punish it enough already. (Well you could get a brain transplant I suppose but I doubt the prospect of that solution pleases)
Measured 12mg of the Moxy and insufflated and just poured Peeevee into the vaporiser and took till I stopped. One can always reheat and given my unfortunate fondness for this stuff my tokerance is high, Still, a dopaminergen and serotoninergen to take the edge off the paranoia is a familiar combo and the eventual outcome surprised me. I think redosing while fucked was to blame. T'was ever thus. Eyeballed a generous 20mg of Mipt cos the Sartorius scale is so heavy and on my bedroom floorboards it acts a little like a seismograph. (Too late to use another room.) Given the dense nature of the material it could have been 30 plus.
Split into two piles but certainly didn't wait near long enough between them to see how strongly each would hit. ("Stupid arsehole and mindless drug hoover", I hear the sensible amongst you cry. I concur.) Felt fantastic and topping it with a pipe of Peevee the very stuff of heaven. Very jittery on the motor control skills though. Would take me an age to figure out how to get the mouse to move the cursor across the screen without traversing an area on the desk of the same size. Had to really think to lift the damned thing up and move it back without moving the icon. Sounds ludicrous but in the light of what followed only a minor hassle.
Lay sleepless and sweaty in the dark from four till eight expecting to have a crappy tired day and an early bed as ever when I break the school night rule. In my defence I had a very quiet weekend at the 'rents and got in to postal joy. Foregone conclusion really. Tried to rise at eight. By now expected light residual effects and to feel shitty. Not so and so much worse. You know the bad days when you overcooked it and you feel like a robot or retard jmposter has taken your place. Kurt Vonnegut calls that guy Phillboyd Studge. Well I felt that to the nth degree. Not only that, (and this is the real reason for posting, so someone else this dumb knows it ended ok,) I had what I can only describe as cognitive and coordinational deficits. Could not manage to work out spatial stuff. An example, on the way to hospital one sleeve of the denim jacket was inside out and the topological manoevering required to fix it was completely impossible.
More examples and a swift exit as it's well over 56 hours since I slept. Driving was not only baffling but terrifying. (yes, yes I knowe, no lectures please, I didn't realise how bad it was until attempting such a complex multi coordinational task. In hindsight, the fact it took 10 minutes to work out how the belt worked on my trousers should have been a clue.) . So poor was my ability to judge relative position/motiom/time that every corner was hugely oversteered leaving me winding from side to side along the road after even slight bends. Eventually, whist trying desperately to get home without crashing or dying, I hit the curb hard enough to blow out the front tyre. Changing the wheel was not fun. And it was raining. Instant Karma I guess. Luckily no Karma police followed.
The other odd symptom was freezing up and not being able to get going again. Changing gear was a nightmare for that and I thought that a taxi driver was going to slap me for not managing to find reverse. Improvised some swearing arouind the gearbox being on the way out. Don't think he believed me as speech all day was a machine gun rapid uninflected monotone. (Even more than usual some might claim) Of course the freezing led to thoughts of Parkinsonism. Either a minor stroke or Parkinsons. Nice choice. ("Bad news. You have Cancer and Alzheimers." "Oh well at least I don't have Cancer".)
Pretty scared by now. An exchange of texts persuaded me to go to ER. Given the symptoms it was the right choice but left to my indolent cowardly devices I would have tried to sleep it off first. Arrived at Hospital around 9 that night genuinely presuming all drugs would have gone in the preceding 15 hours and thus I had fucked my brain. Got processed fairly swiftly so it seems initially so did the docs. All the scrunch your face up and the follow my finger stuff for Neuro diagnosis. Walk in a straight line, what's the date etc. Gradually the waiting got longer and I sensed a shift in attitude from some nurses who began giving me the skunk eye as a worthless self inflicted substance abuser.
By around 2:30 A.M I was beginning to feel more like myself although still pretty shaky. The doctor began taking a load more bloods and stuck me on a Saline drip. I think this was as much punitive as curative as I would have happily gone home after consuming a liter of Dioralyte or similar and to the same dual purpose, rehydration and urine sample. Cranked it to max, unkinked the line, kept my hand as low as possible and prayed for extra gravity to speed it up. THey added a second and put me in with the roarers and the pukers friom that night's gutter sweeping. Although I must say by this stage they had been transformed into the snorers and the farters (and mumblers). Of course sleep was impossible and I was very tired by now. They wanted me to stay till rounds the next day but foolishly overestimating my familiarity with night buses I signed out against medical advice. Still the hour-and-a half-walk was probably fair punishment.
Anyway on the positive side I now have a brand new section in my permanent medical history as a problem drug user. Hope I don't need painkillers anytime soon.
Harm reduction endnote- If this has happened to you it may go away on its own and I thought the odd symptoms and duration worth leaving a record to reduce fear in anyone going through it. I still recommend a hospital visit though. It may actually be a transient ischaemic thing or precusor to a stroke or aneurism. You get two of most organs but only one brain and if you are on bluelight chances are you punish it enough already. (Well you could get a brain transplant I suppose but I doubt the prospect of that solution pleases)
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but ive finally come to find a dose that i like, and its ridiculously low, somewhere ~3mg. i know pretty low, but im very very sensitive to this chemical. but this dose allowed me to go out with friends, chat, chat up people, dance for hours, have a beer or two, eat a snack, experiment with some enhanced and very nice sexy time and overall a very enjoyable night.
