spooky_zephyr
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Hi guys, first time posting. Basically I had a pretty scary experience last night that I'm trying to make sense of.
I took about 750mg of DXM HBr over the course of a few hours last night (from the syrup, no other active ingredients). I also ended up taking 4 regular Advil pills (800mg ibuprofen), a couple Tums, and a couple Pepto-Bismol, all over the course of the night. I also drank half of a light beer and a bottle of grapefruit juice shortly before taking the DXM (sorry, I just want to be thorough). I weigh 150 lbs.
So I have taken a lot of DXM before, like 900mg over the course of a night, and got by fine. I used to robotrip frequently (trip, not just get buzzed); say 2-3 times a month for the better part of a year. But that was years ago. Since then I've been doing it just a few times a year; and lately every time I've tried, the physical discomfort (always headaches and soreness in my knees and jaw) were overwhelming.
I decided to try again the other night. It felt pretty good for the most part, and at the end of the night when I tried to get some sleep I found I was uncomfortably high. After pacing around for a while, I realized I was beginning to get very confused and ceased to recognize my surroundings. It's pretty hard to describe this part; like all of a sudden all the things in my room ceased to make sense and be familiar, like I was having a brain melt-down.
So here's the seeming overdose part (pretty sudden and unexpected):
A great, building anxiety accompanied the aforementioned feeling of scary confusion, and it came to a head, like a panic attack. Then my body went numb, my vision went dark, there was pain in parts of my body, and I collapsed where I stood. Breathing was laborious. Since I could not move, my girlfriend held me on my side while I vomited out the corner of his mouth. I was SORT OF out-of-body at this point, but not in a trippy way; more in a my-body-is-going-into-shock kind of way. The maximum amount of control I could exert was whispering (speech was slow and slurred as lips were numb) "Call the police...I'm dying". This was not really paranoia: In all of my years experimenting with many different drugs and MUCH DXM, I have NEVER experienced this. So I thought I was overdosing, and I still think that I overdosed. BTW, my gf did not call the cops or anyone, and after say 15 minutes sensation returned, and I sat upright, feeling significantly sobered. For a while I was considering whether or not I should go to the hospital (my reasoning wasn't fucked, I was seriously considering this). But after resting for a bit I started to feel ok, and now (the morning after) I feel pretty normal. Just some typical light hangover effects, I don't feel like I have suffered brain damage or anything serious (hopefully).
So what I would like to know, Bluelight: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? I'm is pretty sure I didn't take enough to overdose, but damned if I didn't legitimately question whether I would live or die. Like if I had a phone in my hand I def would've called 911 without regrets, I don't think my girlfriend made the right decision in that regard...
Maybe it was just a crazy panic attack? Do panic attacks work that way?
*EDIT*
Forgot to mention guys, I also take 50mg of Zoloft every morning.
I took about 750mg of DXM HBr over the course of a few hours last night (from the syrup, no other active ingredients). I also ended up taking 4 regular Advil pills (800mg ibuprofen), a couple Tums, and a couple Pepto-Bismol, all over the course of the night. I also drank half of a light beer and a bottle of grapefruit juice shortly before taking the DXM (sorry, I just want to be thorough). I weigh 150 lbs.
So I have taken a lot of DXM before, like 900mg over the course of a night, and got by fine. I used to robotrip frequently (trip, not just get buzzed); say 2-3 times a month for the better part of a year. But that was years ago. Since then I've been doing it just a few times a year; and lately every time I've tried, the physical discomfort (always headaches and soreness in my knees and jaw) were overwhelming.
I decided to try again the other night. It felt pretty good for the most part, and at the end of the night when I tried to get some sleep I found I was uncomfortably high. After pacing around for a while, I realized I was beginning to get very confused and ceased to recognize my surroundings. It's pretty hard to describe this part; like all of a sudden all the things in my room ceased to make sense and be familiar, like I was having a brain melt-down.
So here's the seeming overdose part (pretty sudden and unexpected):
A great, building anxiety accompanied the aforementioned feeling of scary confusion, and it came to a head, like a panic attack. Then my body went numb, my vision went dark, there was pain in parts of my body, and I collapsed where I stood. Breathing was laborious. Since I could not move, my girlfriend held me on my side while I vomited out the corner of his mouth. I was SORT OF out-of-body at this point, but not in a trippy way; more in a my-body-is-going-into-shock kind of way. The maximum amount of control I could exert was whispering (speech was slow and slurred as lips were numb) "Call the police...I'm dying". This was not really paranoia: In all of my years experimenting with many different drugs and MUCH DXM, I have NEVER experienced this. So I thought I was overdosing, and I still think that I overdosed. BTW, my gf did not call the cops or anyone, and after say 15 minutes sensation returned, and I sat upright, feeling significantly sobered. For a while I was considering whether or not I should go to the hospital (my reasoning wasn't fucked, I was seriously considering this). But after resting for a bit I started to feel ok, and now (the morning after) I feel pretty normal. Just some typical light hangover effects, I don't feel like I have suffered brain damage or anything serious (hopefully).
So what I would like to know, Bluelight: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? I'm is pretty sure I didn't take enough to overdose, but damned if I didn't legitimately question whether I would live or die. Like if I had a phone in my hand I def would've called 911 without regrets, I don't think my girlfriend made the right decision in that regard...
Maybe it was just a crazy panic attack? Do panic attacks work that way?
*EDIT*
Forgot to mention guys, I also take 50mg of Zoloft every morning.
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