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after snorting 15 mg oxy my friend (who is pretty sensitive to drugs so she takes small amounts) she felt like it was a little too much..heart rate increased and felt like it was beating hard, dizzy and lightheaded, anxious, clammy skin, some blurred vision, and tingling in her fingers, arms, legs, and forehead. laying down she feels some pressure in her head. I think this is a sign of low bp? this has happened to her before but this time she"s more worried about it because she has gone thru some medical procedures and her body has been weaker. Has this happened to anyone, and what should she do? she is worried that it will get worse as time progresses and does not know if these are symptoms of a mild overdoes, or what the course of an oxy overdoes is like. If it was an overdoes would it pretty much happen right away or would symptoms get progressively worse? its been about an hour and a half since taking the evil stuff. thanks.
So Im very sad today. I somehow managed to miss almost an entire shot in my wrist. It hurt but since it usually stings quite a bit when I use my wrist I thought little of it and just made sure to flag a few times. Heres where I get confused. Every time I flagged I got a steady flow of blood and was totally confident that I was in. I realize that there are other factors that obviously must have played into the mishap but I usually dont have these problems so Im still a little sore about it (literally and figuratively). Too add insult to injury, the reason Ive been using my wrist (the left one) for the past couple of days is because Id ALREADY missed a small amount with a previous shot in my neck. Now, Im not a rookie and even back in the day I was uncannily good at finding veins and administering my shots in a pretty efficient way so this string of misfortunes is unnerving to say the least and makes me feel, to put it quite simply, bad. Since I missed a portion of the shot in the left side of my neck (a hurried situation where I was in a friends non-ignorant parents bathroom. Needed to be quick, clean and quiet and had already taken more time than I shouldve so pushed the plunger a little faster/harder than my vein could handle, mustve slipped out a bit at the end and was just too late to save it) Ive been using my wrist. For some reason the entire right side of my body has less reliable veins and even though the right side of my neck tends to yield a pretty decent and trusty vein its been on the fritz for the last couple days DESPITE my not having used it in well over a week. Grrr. Soooo Ive been hitting my left wrist, an absolute last resort that I was not even expecting to come to my rescue. But now the party is over and I dont even know what Im looking at. Havent tried to hit since I fucked my wrist all up and frankly I dont even know where Ill start. To make matters worse I have no clean rigs and although a trip to the exchange is in store for me tomorrow theres not too much I can do about it tonight :( Needless to say I dont have the resources to go raping myself with needles for five hours just to get a bedtime shot. Just a sad sad day, needed a rant.
It's not like I hate them or anything (although they can get pretty damn annoying). But my mom basically tricked me into thinking that I had to live with them for a few weeks to do this stupid work placement (although I did have other options). Then they won't even drive me to my boyfriend's on the weekend! All I want is an hour and a half drive from them on Friday and the same on Sunday to get me there and back. It is not that far! But no. They insist he drives me home. I hate it when people take advantage of him. Just because he has a car. No. He already lets me stay with him for the whole weekend and drives us around there. How much more should I ask for from him?

My parents, on the other hand. I make them supper, clean the house, and do the dishes. I go in a couple hours early for my work placement because my sister has to be somewhere early and it saves on driving and gas. I don't disrupt them or anything. I just want to make it through the week so I can get away on the weekend.

But they think they are doing me a favour? Okay, I get it, you let me stay at your house for a couple weeks. BUT you wanted me to. I never wanted to. Ugh.

Twelve days until I move out .... twelve days .... oh I am waiting ....
I had a job interview for a really cool financial analyst position this week. Don't know how it went, but it would be a dream job. Essentially, I would spend all day researching companies and the reports would be sold to third parties like investors and politicians. On Monday, I have another job interview for a loan officer position, which is not very cool, but it is better than working at a grocery store or a manufacturing plant.

I am losing my apartment this weekend and having to move into my mother's house, which is FUCKING HUMILIATING for me. I am also having to drive a total piece of shit 30 year old car since I am financially destroyed for real now, and unemployed. My pride, everything I've worked to preserve, is taking a massive hit. Things could be worse, but after having been successful in the past this is pretty bad for my self esteem.

I just have to maintain, and I am not even going to have enough money to self medicate during the toughest time in my life so far. This is a story that is not over, and I am hoping to God that I land at least one of these positions because I am 27 and the clock is ticking. I could turn into a permanent loser if I don't start winning again. I can feel it.
I realize that I'm not doing myself any favors by comparing myself to other people, but it's a difficult habit to kick. So many people who haven't had the opportunities I've had are passing me up in life. It is painful for me to feel my mind sinking deeper and deeper into this hole. I have been stagnant for close to 3 years now after finishing school. I feel like my potential, my energy to make my mark in the world, is eroding slowly and I don't know what to do about it.

My apartment is going to disappear if I don't start making money within the next few months. Last time I was in this position, I finally just took a job doing something a high school student could do and it crushed my soul every day until I was put on a quasi-permanent medical leave last month due to my near fatal overdose on the job.

There are so many good things about me. So many. But I'm just not out there shining like I used to. I used to be like a big ray of light. I am just so scared that the Sean I love, the Sean that everybody loves, is turning into a poor failure. I want out!
Well first entry to my blog I think, tried to post a couple of times via iPhone but I don't think they worked.
Day 6 off opiates, I was doing close to 300mg ( CWE round 10 panadeine extra at night and taking 9 tabs durin the day) daily over 4 mths and 12 beers on top of that each night at my peak.
I'm over the worst but today is going to be interesting.
It's mothersday and got a lot to do ( 2 kids, to pamper the missus and family comming round) but still feeling unmotivated, groggy.
The hard part is that this is my secret which no one knows about, so I've been using the flu excuse but that can only work for so long.

Anyway gotta go.
Have been abusing pills a lot more than usual. Definitely need to stop that because all I do is get fucked in the end. The withdrawal from Tramadol wasn't fun at all.... and the seizure I got from it. So stupid of me but I feel like all I want to do is get high until I'm six feet under. The truth is I don't and I'm trying so hard to get myself back together. It's just hard because school isn't going well (I hope I graduate), my best friend dies, divorce happening and so much other shit. Then on top of it I need to be there for my friend, who's mother is slowly dying from lung cancer. The chemo didn't work and surgery is not an option now so hopefully this round goes well or her mother is going to die. I feel so terrible because I don't know what to do.... All of this stress is getting really tiring and I don't know how much longer I can put up with it.
rejected again last night. it was all good until i talked about my hand....all previous week she sent me all sorts of bs gifts on facebook (not fb, lol =(..) i wish u'd appear out of nowhere and help me save me. i need you. i love you. i miss you.
Wash of a wash of a wash of a wash... The give/take nature of the relationship I have with my veins is beginning to teeter off balance. The utter lack of opiates inside of me right now is more than upsetting and given the current state of my world its simply an absence I cant afford. Ironic how as life begins to really ride the screwometer the less and less of a position youre in to get the drugs you need to deal with it. urgh
So here I begin the old 30 minute countdown. Popped a couple 7.5s, so life could be worse... and it probably is Im just less aware of it than I might be, and thats how I like it. While the ineffectiveness of hydros leaves something to be desired and the wait for kick-in is atrocious I cant help but be grateful for their humble availability. When the dope river runs dry...*shrug*
i was rejected again on facebook. i'm quitting that place. i miss you and love you, baby. always.
Does anyone know which jwh chemical is used to give the Kryptonite smoking blend its psychoactive effect? Any help would be very much appreciated! :) I can't seem to find any useful information online.
I'm beginning to see figures, shapes of all kinds.

Regular, irregular, simple, extremely complicated forms.

Humans do not have distinctions in their forms. They bend and twist and conform to the atmosphere. I cannot see them as clear-cut anymore. The trickery of my eyes deceive me to the point where most contact with others similar in my shape become distorted by this realization.

Shapes...
I would rather sit alone in my room shooting heroin all day. I mean I never done heroin but I am so close to hopelessness that this idea seems to be a legitimate one. I'm afraid that one day I might go through with it and I know after that there's probably no coming back.. Right now I am so lost. I have what I want and need infront of me and I can nearly grab ahold of it but I have yet to do so. All the chances to get better and I just let them all blow away. I guess knowing the fact I could easily end it all makes me feel at ease.
Tis difficult to do your wakeup drugs when you never went to sleep. Dilemma... Annnnd its just about 11:11. Have wish ready... I wish for some cash. Yes yes Im keeping it simple on this it seems a whole lot earlier than it actually is morning because ya know... Ive been making wishes twice a day for at least seven years and by golly perhaps theyve just been too complicated for the simple gods of two-a-day wishes to grant. PERHAPS Im trying to burn the forest down with a glowstick.. chucking these grandiose requests for time travel and soul revival at 11:11 when theyre better suited for a shooting star or some such thing.

Dope=good sleep and lots of it, No Dope=Bad blogs and lots of em. My fish seems to have a similar problem with sleep... minus the dope and the blogging.
I have an issue that I believe could be in this thread, please be patient with me. My situation is this, I do not have a bff or buddy that still gets or communicates experiences of the drug realm. So, I really have no one to talk to or do it with... About a month ago I decided to have my best friend (my husband whom I've dated for 11yrs and married for 3yrs) know about me and my choice on a controlled substance. Other than say the socially excepted ( cigarettes, coffee, weed, actual Rx, etc). He gave me his opinion and neither approved nor disapproved. However, it did become uncomfortable as he does look down on any controlled substance that could harm you on paper if caught(such as any encounter in a negative way with the authority system due to possession, intoxication etc.). So to make him feel better after debating every topic, I just told him that I would quit. Now I have, however I am a adult I can make my own choices, so I told him that I enjoy it and I can make these decisions for myself.
My point is I am going to do what I want to do, when I want to do it as long as I am holding my vows to him as a wife and vows to everyone as a friend, human being etc. Well, now I just do my own thing and omit the topic since no one like my answer(Because the answer is not what they want to hear).Is this necessarily wrong or what do you think about this issue? And I would really like to find contacts here so that I may have people to relate/socialize with on these issues.
Thank you, and sorry if this was confusing... You may asking anything you like, and I will decide and inform you whether I am able to disclose said information.=D
Spent all day moving for the too-manyeth-time to count. Managed to be decently smart with my medicine annnd even got a happy little surprise thanks to my dear sister who showed up with a couple points of heaven for me, whufuckinshoo.

Noooow I sit here with one 10 and one morphine and a very unstable will thats driven only by my sheer sheer hatred for morning sickness, and not the kind u get from bein prego. A 10 can prolly get me thru the night. Im pretty fucking wiped anyway. *sigh*
All I ever fucking wanted was to be normal.
I'd even take being ugly if it meant I had the one thing which I don't and never will. But I can't bear to think about that, cause it causes too much distress, bitterness, hatred.
I wish you knew what I was talking about.
Then again, I don't.
I don't tell anyone jack shit, its none of their business.
Most of the time, lately, I think I'm meant to suffer and eventually die, cause how the FUCK could anyone live with this? I understand some people can, but I can't deal with it. Its all wrong. My life is a mockery, a sick joke. I am bitter towards everyone. It haunts my every thought.
If only you fucking knew. No one can save me. Only money could.
finally feeling better than a couple of days ago. I still kind of have a stomach ache but not even nearly as bad as thursday. I learned my lesson and am never going to mess around with Tramadol ever again.
Laying in bed unsure of what I want and need in life. The clock reads 3:32 am but I am still wide awake. This is no different than all the nights before. I lay here alone in my bed wishing I had someone by my side. The feeling of loneliness is bothering me inside and I don't know why. Usually it doesn't matter but tonight it does.
Breathing is good. If powers the body, feeds the cells, and allows energy to move out of the body on command. Today, I have chosen to breathe more than normal. I feel a disruption inside, something is not quite right, but I am not sick. I will exercise and train harder, breathe deeper, and kill whatever challenges the flow of energies deep inside me.

This? This is my offshoot I suppose. I run a music blog, a political "awareness" blog, and a wellness/lifestyle blog, but rarely shout my own opinions or boast myself much. Sometimes all of the things categorized as "other" in my head need a place to go. This is that place.

A spirit trapped in a fleshy body I am, and what a strange, bizarre world this is. I am just here for the ride, and I intend to make it a good one.

Pura Vida!
About 12 hours ago I took a damned sub. And while its quite nice to not be kicking (i try to appreciate every minute I'm not sober) I can't help but feel put off... and a wee bit traitorous for ingesting this nasty little synthetic. Who the hell takes drugs orally these day anyhow??
Originally the goal was to do just this. Sit around in addict limbo so as not to devour ("devour" being a more ambiguous term so as to imply something other than oral administration) the two lovely little scraps of perfectly vintage opiate I have sitting on my dresser that desperately need to be saved for a later date. "Hey," I figured, "Since I am so lacking in self control then I ought to find some artificial means of inducing it." Such is my attitude toward many things in life.
In addition to being a terribly impulsive creature I am also a rather predictable one. So... here I sit as predicted wishing to the opiate gods that I could slam some morphine right this very minute.
Fortunately, complete stupidity has never been one of my many flaws and Im more than aware that I lack the resources to flush my very valuable morphine down the drain that is my currently inhospitable brain.
So here I sit...... counting the minutes until I can return with shame in my heart to the drug I betrayed and temporarily abandoned in an effort to save myself from the pain brought on by his absence. On this night, time exists simply to be waded through.
i miss talking to you as my friend. we laughed so much. Lord, send me an angel down. help him with that if you would. she'd never replace you.
I'm going crazy right now stuck in my home town with fuck all to do. No real friends, noone to hang out with, nowhere to go, the weather is so shitty that i can't even go anywhere for a walk most of the time and i can't even get a goddamn coffee unless i get someone to drive me 45 minutes. How the fuck could anyone stay sane in this environment? It's like being in a fucking jail cell and I'm getting that caged animal feeling that i know oh so well. I have had it on and off since i came back home.

Sometimes it seems utterly hopeless and that i will never get out of here. But since i have a few things to live for i can't give up. I can't just lay down and die even though i have bipolar disorder as well as trigeminal neuralgia. Giving up is not a option nor is staying here as i can't handle it for much longer. When the biggest thing i have to look forward to in my day is getting high you know it's a sad life then :|

So yeah some changes are in order or I'll end up completely insane.
Rough draft of a trip report:

This is a three-part report: introduction, preparation, experience. Its a long read, but I like long reads and I like including as many details as possible to paint the full picture.

***Introduction***

Background: 28 year old male, 6'1", ca. 230 lbs. I have over 10 years of drug experience. Daily cannabis, caffeine, and alcohol use. Roughly monthly use of psychedelics (LSD, mushrooms), or MDMA ("e" pills or powder). I've also tried many other drugs several times, including salvia, kratom, pharmaceuticals (opiates/benzos), nitrous, etc. I have not tried any of the 2-C phenethylamines, so i cannot compare them with mescaline.

Back in highschool I read Carlos Castaneda's "Teachings of Don Juan" books, and became enamored with Mescalito and the way of knowledge. I always wanted to try Peyote, but could never find any, and I know how endangered it can be. I never read Aldus Huxley's Doors of Perception. I should probably get around to that. I wanted to study spirituality and mysticism when I was in highschool, but my career ended up going into the harder sciences, and I continued that path.

Soooo. I have never successfully tried Mescaline. In college i drank some San Pedro tea but I don't remember it working, and it was a long time ago. I didn't help with the preparations, so I didn't see how much went in or how they did it.

I finally got around to acquiring some cactus I thought was San Pedro for myself in highschool or college (I might have been home from college in the summer, I can't remember which year), and got as far as blending the cactus, then my mother found the cactus mixture and stopped me. She is very laid back about many things including cannabis, but was worried I would be poisoned because I hadn't had it ID'ed. She still has that cactus growing in her house :). I'm pretty sure its San Pedro.

Years later now, I recently acquired some ID'ed San Pedro from a trusted source. I know that other species may be more consistent or stronger in mescaline content, but I figured I would start with the one that seems to be the most common.

***The Preparation***

***This prep is long, for the experience, just skip ahead to the section labeled "the experience"***

I aquired a large section of old San Pedro from a big plant (about 8 lbs, and roughly 30ish inches long). I'ts still "live", although the ends have dried and calloused over. I cut peice off and "planted" it, hoping it will sprout in several weeks and grow.

I thanked the cactus and apologized to it for what I was doing.

I then took a good serrated filet knife and despined the cactus by running the knife coninuously under the spines, thus removing all the spines in one strip. I tried to minimize loss of the green flesh.

Note: a good sharp knife is a must here. Cactus is tough. Be careful not to cut yourself.

I then slid the knife under the waxy skin, and found I could peel it off somewhat easily, leaving all the green flesh. It is a slow and tedious process. I tried tasting some of the fresh cactus and yeah... its BITTER. Have you ever had "bitter melon" (ku gua)? Its like that, but maybe stronger. A very bitter medicine.

I sliced segments off, and cut it into chunks, roughly 1/2 inch per side.

All of these chunks were put in a saucepan with enough water to barely cover them (about 2-3 glasses of water). I then added 1 tsp dried ginger powder and the leaves from two peppermint tea bags. I also put the juice of two lemons in there (compared to cutting the cactus, the knife went through the lemon rind like it was butter!).

The additives were to increase acidity (lemon) and also to help with any nausea (ginger and peppermint)

I turned on the heat to about 3 out of 9 on the dial for the stovetop. I let warm up and boil mildly for about an hour. The cactus chunks changed color, the dark green edges got lighter and the white inner part got greener. They however retained their shape and stiffness. I then poured off the water after it had dropped to about 1/3 of its level. I kept this and set aside. The liquid was yellow green (about one glass).

I added more water, ginger, and peppermint, but this time used pineapple juice (8oz) as an acidic additive. I boiled for an hour or so, and set aside the reduced liquid (about one glass, and browner than the first pull).

I did a final "pull", using one 12oz "Reed's Ginger Beer (non-alcoholic, sweeted with pineapple juice)" and water, and didn't add any ginger or peppermint. Again, this was reduced to about one glass and was set aside.

The cactus chunks still had their shape, so I put them into a professional juicing machine (thanks Jack lalane!), and collected the green juice. I ran the pulp through twice. A lot of liquid came out, about two glasses, and I combined it with all the liquids from before and reduced with heat for about two hours (again heat set at 3 out of 9).

Some observations:

-This stuff is still bitter, even with all the additives. Still, its drinkable and doesn't give me an instant gag reflex

-There is sand/silica gel in the cactus! Fine white sand got into all of the liquid pulls and juice, it made that annoying grinding sound when i hit the bottom of the pan with a spoon. It came from inside the cactus flesh, not from the outside. It looks like silica gel from a lab, and there is a lot of it. Its really annoying and hard to separate.

In order to remove the fine sand (i don't want to drink sand!) and other sludgy/solid material, I tried gravity filtering this stuff through coffee filters. I let it got overnight because it was going so slow. I woke up the next day, and it was clogged! Lame! I wish I had an aspirator and a flask to do vacuum filtration.

So, I tried using a french press to filter out the particulates... and that clogged too! I was able to really crank on it and get most of the liquid, but still. It was hard. I ended up tossing a lot of the sludge/goopy material without getting all the liquid out.

I then brought the liquid to a boil one last time, as I had left it out overnight and wanted to make sure it was pasteurized. Ok, now I've got my "tea".

I should note that this makes a mess and smells pretty weird, be ready to spend some time cleaning up the area. This is not something you could do quickly either.

Man, now i see why mescaline is as rare as it is, in addition to the large amount required for a dose, its difficult to work with the cactus material.

I was somewhat doubtful that I would feel anything, as i had boilied it for a long time(although i kept the heat low), and also added several things, and it was an old cactus. Who knows what happens to older cacti in terms of mescaline production.

I put the juice in the freezer to cool.

***The experience***
I was going to to into work on an off day, but couldn't get in, which i felt was a sign to try the juice. I knew it comes on slow and lasts long, so I tried to take it earlier on in the day.

Half of the juice was consumed between 3:05 and 3:25 pm. It took me a while because its so bitter. This is probably the first time I've taken a psychedelic during the day (cannabis not included).

The amount I consumed equates to roughly 4 lbs of the original fresh material or 15 inches (although the core was not used), which I figured should give me a threshold to medium dose if the cactus had a decent concentration of mescaline. Again, cacti mescaline content can vary wildly. I hoped I would feel something.

I had not really eaten much, although I did have vitamins earlier and then coffee because I have a nagging headache (possibly from caffeine addiction, or a hangover from last night).

Did chores over the next half hour or so, cleaning and picking up the house.

At 3:55, roughly half an hour after finishing drinking the juice, I feel tingly. It feels like alerts, but it could be anything.

Slight headchange over the next twenty minutes, but I am beginning to this that there may have been no mescaline in the cactus juice.

I listen to old goa tracks for a bit. I seem to be deeper into the music than I would usually be.

At 4:30, about an hour after drinking the juice, I decide to go to the bathroom and check my pupils, which often get larger on phenethylamine and tryptamine drugs....nope, looks pretty normal to me. Still, I am definitely feeling something. Everything is more in focus and more alive. It almost feels like a nootropic like piracetam.

I feel good, like I am taking something healthy, a medicine. My muscles feel loose and good, kind of how I feel on MDMA, but without feeling messed up. I feel more sober than normal.

I decide I am not poisoned or sick and it should be ok to take more, and proceed to drink the rest of the juice that I had made, which is about the same volume as I originally consumed (1.5 glasses)

From 4:40 to 5 I finish the last of the juice. Again, I have not eaten anything else today besides some coffee earlier and vitamins. Still feel good. Even if I don't get strong psychedelic effects, I feel that doing this is kind of like a cleanse/fast and can't be bad for me. There are calories in the cactus from the juices/ginger beer I added, which is good because otherwise I'd probably get hungry. No nausea noted.

At 5:30, frustrated with the lack of anything, I go smoke a small bowl of cannabis. Watching Archer episodes, pretty damn funny. I'm guessing I didn't get enough mescaline in my system for a trip. So be it.

6:25, i started cooking, I basically just feel good and more perceptive, but close to baseline.
i went thru the phone records to make sure we'd spoken since the email snafu. i wish i could remember our last conversation. i was so damn sketchy. if you were willing to try, u damn sure desrved more or better, i should say, than i gave you. it was just that you were already seared into me & i was gun shy.
1. you encouraged me to help others long before i ever knew the amount of advocacy you were involved in. that showed tremendous character.
2. you accepted my shortcomings
3. you showed interest in my pics
4. we did share some laughs & were pretty well matched intellectually.
5. we both seemed serious about being together.
and it goes on...
but it seems like you came,showed me, pointed me in the right direction loved me as you could, then vanished forever. you showed me you've got balls and that i need to grow a pair regarding several areas in my life.
i hope you didn't go because you were disappointed with/in me. i hope you didn't get mad and think this is the best i can do after all these years? wish i'd given you more emotional slack. i'm so sorry baby.
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