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Detailed Experience 'Love of Injecting Ritual' more than the drug - Warning Explicit!
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In Love with the 'Intravenous Drug Injecting Needle Fixation Ritual' more than the actual drug itself::
These are my personal thoughts and emotions about the love of the ritual of injecting intravenous drugs so it is written very graphically in a first person perspective to get the true full impact, mindset and thoughts and emotions about what goes through my mind in the build up to the injecting process. I DO NOT discuss the actual pushing of the plunger, or the drug effects and stop just before hand. Although I was tempted to describe the rush and effects etc in my colourful use of language lol, but that may have been looked upon as glamorizing the drug experience, so maybe that can be my sequel
This thread is not meant to glamorize IV drug use which we all know is a very dumb, stupid, dangerous and unhealthy practice, not to mention very addictive to most that have tried this ROA, and potentially lethal.
I always wondered why anyone would find pleasure in stabbing themselves with needles as I have always had a major fear of needles for the last 47 years to the extent I would not even get blood tests done, until a lady friend introduced me to IV'ing a year ago after I said I would give it a try but just as a oncer.
The Ritual::
All week I've been waiting for this day to come like a kid waiting for Christmas, fantasizing, lusting, day dreaming, waiting, waiting and more waiting...
I'm feeling excited and semi-euphoric just walking out of the Pharmacy with my weekly pickup of prescribed medications, as I know in about one hour I will be in blissful ecstasy.
I eagerly rush home in a dream-like state floating one foot above the ground with my bundles of joy in plain sight and closely guarded like the crown jewels. I glance occasionally at my goodies with the same flirtatious look you give your lover. My ritual has just begun.
I love the preparation stage immensely and drag it out for as long as I can, for me this is like foreplay.
The bottom drawer in my dresser has all my injecting equipment, 200+ assorted syringes, varying sized gauge luer-lock needles, cotton filters, various sized micron wheel filters, alcohol swabs, sterile distilled water, assorted professional tourniquets, sharps containers and my trusty, shiny silver soup spoon. (thanks to the needle exchange)
I carefully set out all my medical equipment neatly on my bed and bedside dresser in tidy piles with the precision of a surgeon, and now my room does look like my own private surgery.
I subconsciously feel like I'm a Doctor or Nurse prepping a patient, some kind of twisted role playing game is being acted out and I'm totally immersed in it and enjoying every minute of it too.
Hands washed, spoon sterilized and alcohol swabbed, the room is quiet as there is no need for music yet so I can hear the amplified sounds of this medical procedure. The sound of blister pack foils bursting open and the tablets clinking as they fall into the spoon, the tearing and crunching sounds of cellophane and paper from luer-lock syringe and needle packets being ripped open, which are attached to the barrel like a silencer of a gun.
Sterile distilled water is added and the tablets swell and magically dissolve like fluffy marshmallows, the mixture is lovingly stirred with the needle cap until it disappears and turns into a liquid solution, cotton filter added, solution drawn up, micron filtered, the clink clank sound flicking the syringe with my fingernail is music to my ears. I am hypnotised watching the air bubbles rise to the top of the syringe with the same familiarity as gazing at my favourite sparkling wine's bubbles float to the surface in a wine glass. A fine jet of white laser-light liquid potion squirts out of the needle tip like a water fountain. I'm ready.
I'm in a trance-like state now as all my senses are extremely heightened and totally aware, concentrated and focused. Time has no meaning or use, there is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is only now, this wonderful moment.
Alone in my room I catch a momentary glimpse of someone in the mirror, a man with a silly smirk on his face and glazed-over eyes staring back at me. It does not register.
The strong scent of isopropyl alcohol wafts through the air from the alcohol swabs being unfolded, I feel the alcohol swabs refreshing coldness glide over my skin like ice. I hear velcro mesh together as the tourniquet is gently fastened around my arm, immediately my veins spring to life and begin to bulge.
The tension is mounting as I try and steady myself and get my body comfortable and in the right position, I take a few deep breaths to get rid of any twitches and nerves. I can feel my blood pulsing through my body and can hear my heart beating so loudly I'm sure my neighbours can hear it as-well.
I mentally picture myself standing on a sprinter's running track shaking my hands at my sides, head rolling from side to side, just about to enter the starters block, that's the feeling I get every time, complete excitement mixed with nervous anticipation.
Absolute precision and accuracy are what's required next for a successful shot. One false move and its all over, a wasted shot if I miss and all that preparation and waiting for nothing.
I grip my implement the way I've been shown many times before like a delicate pen, spinning the barrel till I see the bevel of the needle catch a glint of light and it sparkles almost like an eye winking at me.
Vein ready, check. Bevel up, check. Angle ok, check. Grip ok, check. Two fingers on the plunger to jack back when registered, check. It's time.
I slowly inch the needle point closer and closer towards my favourite spot, the needle tip pierces my skin and enters my arm and the cold stainless-steel needle slowly disappears out of sight. I feel a faint sting, a little pin prick but it's slightly delayed, almost like watching a badly copied movie where the audio and video don't match and are not in synch.
I pull back gently on the plunger, and to my delight a dark cherry-red splash of vibrant colour enters the barrel in a swirling motion. I get an instant wave of relief that washes over my entire body and begin to relax now that I'm successfully plugged into my life-giving oxygen network. Tourniquet's released.
There's only one thing left to do.
The slow, steady, push....
* W A R N I N G ! *
NOTE:: This is my personal and detailed experience with my 'Needle Fixation' and the 'Intravenous Drug Injecting Ritual' so it's written very explicitly.Do not read on if this content will trigger you, leave this page now...you have been warned!
In Love with the 'Intravenous Drug Injecting Needle Fixation Ritual' more than the actual drug itself::
These are my personal thoughts and emotions about the love of the ritual of injecting intravenous drugs so it is written very graphically in a first person perspective to get the true full impact, mindset and thoughts and emotions about what goes through my mind in the build up to the injecting process. I DO NOT discuss the actual pushing of the plunger, or the drug effects and stop just before hand. Although I was tempted to describe the rush and effects etc in my colourful use of language lol, but that may have been looked upon as glamorizing the drug experience, so maybe that can be my sequel
This thread is not meant to glamorize IV drug use which we all know is a very dumb, stupid, dangerous and unhealthy practice, not to mention very addictive to most that have tried this ROA, and potentially lethal.
I always wondered why anyone would find pleasure in stabbing themselves with needles as I have always had a major fear of needles for the last 47 years to the extent I would not even get blood tests done, until a lady friend introduced me to IV'ing a year ago after I said I would give it a try but just as a oncer.
The Ritual::
All week I've been waiting for this day to come like a kid waiting for Christmas, fantasizing, lusting, day dreaming, waiting, waiting and more waiting...
I'm feeling excited and semi-euphoric just walking out of the Pharmacy with my weekly pickup of prescribed medications, as I know in about one hour I will be in blissful ecstasy.
I eagerly rush home in a dream-like state floating one foot above the ground with my bundles of joy in plain sight and closely guarded like the crown jewels. I glance occasionally at my goodies with the same flirtatious look you give your lover. My ritual has just begun.
I love the preparation stage immensely and drag it out for as long as I can, for me this is like foreplay.
The bottom drawer in my dresser has all my injecting equipment, 200+ assorted syringes, varying sized gauge luer-lock needles, cotton filters, various sized micron wheel filters, alcohol swabs, sterile distilled water, assorted professional tourniquets, sharps containers and my trusty, shiny silver soup spoon. (thanks to the needle exchange)
I carefully set out all my medical equipment neatly on my bed and bedside dresser in tidy piles with the precision of a surgeon, and now my room does look like my own private surgery.
I subconsciously feel like I'm a Doctor or Nurse prepping a patient, some kind of twisted role playing game is being acted out and I'm totally immersed in it and enjoying every minute of it too.
Hands washed, spoon sterilized and alcohol swabbed, the room is quiet as there is no need for music yet so I can hear the amplified sounds of this medical procedure. The sound of blister pack foils bursting open and the tablets clinking as they fall into the spoon, the tearing and crunching sounds of cellophane and paper from luer-lock syringe and needle packets being ripped open, which are attached to the barrel like a silencer of a gun.
Sterile distilled water is added and the tablets swell and magically dissolve like fluffy marshmallows, the mixture is lovingly stirred with the needle cap until it disappears and turns into a liquid solution, cotton filter added, solution drawn up, micron filtered, the clink clank sound flicking the syringe with my fingernail is music to my ears. I am hypnotised watching the air bubbles rise to the top of the syringe with the same familiarity as gazing at my favourite sparkling wine's bubbles float to the surface in a wine glass. A fine jet of white laser-light liquid potion squirts out of the needle tip like a water fountain. I'm ready.
I'm in a trance-like state now as all my senses are extremely heightened and totally aware, concentrated and focused. Time has no meaning or use, there is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is only now, this wonderful moment.
Alone in my room I catch a momentary glimpse of someone in the mirror, a man with a silly smirk on his face and glazed-over eyes staring back at me. It does not register.
The strong scent of isopropyl alcohol wafts through the air from the alcohol swabs being unfolded, I feel the alcohol swabs refreshing coldness glide over my skin like ice. I hear velcro mesh together as the tourniquet is gently fastened around my arm, immediately my veins spring to life and begin to bulge.
The tension is mounting as I try and steady myself and get my body comfortable and in the right position, I take a few deep breaths to get rid of any twitches and nerves. I can feel my blood pulsing through my body and can hear my heart beating so loudly I'm sure my neighbours can hear it as-well.
I mentally picture myself standing on a sprinter's running track shaking my hands at my sides, head rolling from side to side, just about to enter the starters block, that's the feeling I get every time, complete excitement mixed with nervous anticipation.
Absolute precision and accuracy are what's required next for a successful shot. One false move and its all over, a wasted shot if I miss and all that preparation and waiting for nothing.
I grip my implement the way I've been shown many times before like a delicate pen, spinning the barrel till I see the bevel of the needle catch a glint of light and it sparkles almost like an eye winking at me.
Vein ready, check. Bevel up, check. Angle ok, check. Grip ok, check. Two fingers on the plunger to jack back when registered, check. It's time.
I slowly inch the needle point closer and closer towards my favourite spot, the needle tip pierces my skin and enters my arm and the cold stainless-steel needle slowly disappears out of sight. I feel a faint sting, a little pin prick but it's slightly delayed, almost like watching a badly copied movie where the audio and video don't match and are not in synch.
I pull back gently on the plunger, and to my delight a dark cherry-red splash of vibrant colour enters the barrel in a swirling motion. I get an instant wave of relief that washes over my entire body and begin to relax now that I'm successfully plugged into my life-giving oxygen network. Tourniquet's released.
There's only one thing left to do.
The slow, steady, push....
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