Had a few too many close calls with all kinds of substances, but since ive settled down, stopped trying to push my limits and started taking care of myself these things have stopped happening so frequently. I believe that if you are a user of illicit substances, most if not all of which have no real quality control(except for RC's but even then you still never know for sure) then you have to be prepared for unexpected negative outcomes. Not sure whether we have people that hand out Narcan(Naloxone) to heroin users in case someone OD's but they do in the US and we really should here too.
The first instance that I will mention was the most recent fuck-up ive had with drugs. It was with 'Spice' or a Synthetic Cannabis 'incense' blend called "Killimanjaro Sky". Friends had tried it previously and they seemed to like it but the effects they were getting sounds quite frightening now that ive tried it myself. They experienced visuals and auditory hallucinations, one person smoked a cone of it and was out for awhile and when he came to he said he saw the world being created by god and all these really full-on hallucinations. So when they were explaining this I thought maybe they were getting changa/DMT mix from a shop around here,(dont think theres any shops left at all, anywhere that sell it) or more probably Salvia Divinorum, unfortunately I was wrong. I bought some, chopped it up and went to smoke a full cone but thought again and made it more like 1/3 of a cone(no spin/cig) just in case I wasnt prepared for what was to come, in retrospect, this decision may well have saved my life.
I smoked the cone, was fine for a few seconds then my hearing changed and I started getting a ringing sound in my ears like after youve been listening to really loud music. I started seeing a ripple effect in my vision and sound was becoming more fucked up. At first it reminded me of ketamine because when I tried to walk it was hard in the same way as a sub-K-hole ketamine dose makes it hard to walk. Soon after this my heart rate started steadily climbing and with this came a growing anxiety, I started feeling pretty shit so I did my best to get upstairs to my mums bedroom(she's a nurse like myself and knows that I take drugs, she's a good mum) while I could still walk. I woke her up and told her that I smoked some of the stuff and could she take my temp, pulse and respirations because I felt like I was overdosing. All the while my pulse is still getting faster and the ringing getting louder, I was sweating buckets and I was now starting to feel an extreme pressure in my head, like my head was filled with air or too much blood, everything was still getting worse. I was starting to get very scared and was in the midst of having a massive panic attack along with all this but looking back I did a very good job at keeping myself calm. My arms and legs started going numb and tingly and I was still sweating buckets, by this time mum had taken my vital signs and it did not look good, everything was in overdrive my heart was going a million miles a second and I could see it beating out of my chest. I said goodbye to mum and apologised for being so selfish, and that if I died that I love her and im sorry for all the bad things I ever did. I prayed that god give me my life to live, I want to do something with my life. By now my whole body is numb, my head feels like its about to pop, my mind is spinning and im just doing my best to stay calm to keep my pulse down.
After about 15 minutes(15 minutes that seemed like hours, it was torture!) of freaking out worse than ever I reckon, I eventually started to come down and everything slowed down to a point where I felt extremely emotionally and physically drained. I felt pretty stupid too but thats the last time ill ever fuck around with synthetic cannabinoids. I honestly think that if I had have smoked that whole cone that it would have killed me, drugs like this are so not worth it for me, id rather use good old tried and tested drugs, nothing will ever compare to real bud.
Second story was back in my wreckless days when all I wanted to do was inject any drug I could and use as many different drugs as I could get my hands on or afford. I had some awesome times and did some really cool combo's albeit many dangerous ones. One awesome combo that comes to mind is 20mg 2C-I, 1 hit of LSD and 2.5mg DOC, it felt like my field of vision was an ever changing piece of art, I went to the beach and I remember feeling like I was in a desert with volcanoes surrounding me, I remember feeling like a dinosaur was going to pop out from somewhere at any second haha. Anyway the only close call I have with that experience was knowing that I shouldnt have been walking around near busy roads or dangerous beaches by myself. But back on topic, I used to do this little Pseudo-speedball from when I was about 17 til I was 19, the guy I got my Oxy and Xanax off also got Ritalin every now and then so sometimes id buy a few strips of 10mg Methylphenidate pills for very cheap. I started off injecting just the ritalins by themselves at around 20-40mg, but here's the first thing I did wrong. I used to COTTON FILTER them!!! One of the dumbest things ive ever done right there and I did it 20+ times. Anyway they gave an ok rush that ive been told is similar to coke but others say its nothing like it and I believe them. I wouldnt bother these days even with a micron filter, you end up feeling so unbelievably bad after, the comedown is one of the worst ive experienced.
Anyway I got into this little pseudo-speedball of having 6mg xanax + 20-40mg IV Ritalin + 80-160mg IV Oxycontin(I was tolerant to all 3 drugs by this time) and I loved it, id get so fucking high but I could feel that it put a massive strain on my body. I was young and felt like I had enough spare good health to waste a bit with IV hard drugs(soo unbeliebably stupid hey?). Anyway oneday I had been up tripping on DOC and must have been coming down hard so I got some pills to settle down with. For those who dont know DOC is a Psychedelic Amphetamine with a very long duration, the effects can last for 20 hours plus. Anyway I dosed my Xanax and mixed up my little speedball, bang, boom, fuck *blows in pants a little* feels so good. Went downstairs and mum takes one look at me and called the ambulance straight away. She said I was pale as a ghost and once I knew what was going on I started to have a panic attack which caused my heart to race even faster. I started feeling weak and things became darker as if I was about to pass out but didnt, almost like I half passed out. My blood pressure and vital signs were all fucked up, the uppers and downers were competing against each other for possesion of my body and both were winning. The ambo guys came and I was taken in to emergency, not sure if I was given Narcan or anything else, I dont think so because it was the stimulants that were affecting me so negatively. I cant remember much apparently I was very delerious, I do remember going nuts and running around emergency ward naked screaming that my sister and mother spiked my drink with valium 8) and just flipping out about silly non-sensical shit. For some reason I remember a doctor showing me a sheet of paper that said I had valium in my system but they didnt do a drug test and I definitely didnt have valium in my system so this never happened, it was all a delusion.
I was fine in the end but I think thats the last time I ever shot ritalin. Now im an ex-Junky that uses
p) but im much more careful these days and a significantly less amount of bad things seem to happen now that I know what caution is. Unfortunately ive lost 2 friends in the last month to drugs and both had heroin in their system, heroin is my DOC so I am a little scared. People keep saying things happen in 3's so im hoping to god that im not next to go.
