Right now I am on 75mg hydrocodone, 10mg lorazepam, 450mg pregabalin/Lyrica.
Nice and chilled out feeling.
About the LSD trip I took the other day:
About that feeling like one has peed their pants on LSD, I had no idea it was common. There was a big wet spot on my bed, but that turned out to just be a drink I spilled. My pants were dry, with just a little dampness from sweat so I had not really peed myself.
Here is some bizarre behavior I engaged in without knowing it, only being told after it was over.
I was completely unresponsive to any attempts made by others to communicate with me. I was completely mute.
At some point, I started biting myself very hard, leaving bruises on my fingers and arms and some swelling on my lips, especially the top one. My mom and nephew came in to see this. My nephew grabbed my arm to pull my hand out of my mouth and then I grabbed his and pinched him hard. He and my mom spent the next 3 or 4 hours trying to keep me from biting myself. I was told that I tried to bite my mom several times for pulling my hands out of my mouth but I made it through without biting anyone but myself. I was also biting pillows and blankets and anything else I could get my hands on. I at no time tried to leave the bed. This sounds like a bad trip, but I remember no bad feelings at all from it. My nephew wanted my mom to take me to the ER cause he thought I was going to bite my fingers off. There was a period of time, how long it was I can't possibly guess where I seemed totally disconnected from reality and it was like I was in another universe. I did not see any people or the things in my room during that time. I don't think I had any significant ability to think in words during that time. As I left that state and noticed I was in my room biting the hell out of my hand, there was a sense of awe, like everything was new, almost like some kind of rebirth. I started trying to talk, but my language abilities remained impaired too much too say anything meaningful.I was also talking about getting the noodles out of my body at least several times. I knew I really needed a drink but I did not know how to ask for it. Maybe 10 minutes later I was able to ask for a drink and started asking all kind of basic information about myself, people, and trying to figure out my relation to them. I returned to a near normal state of communication in another 10-20 minutes, though I was sometimes making up words that had meaning only to me. Everyone filled me in on what had been going on over the next hour as I listened to music and just enjoyed the trip.
This is not the most interesting trip I've had in terms of what was going on in my mind, though it did have quite a profound feeling to it. It does rank up near the top in terms of the things my body did while my mind was on vacation. If I had felt like being more physically active it could have been dangerous because I could have ended up going down the street doing God knows what.