So jealous. Minus the whole ER thing.
EDIT: What type of advice do you need? Anyone would go psychotic after 5 nights of no sleep. It sounds to me like you were tweaking your ass off, possibly already psychotic before that point and then suffered a panic attack. You were probably not in that much danger. I personally have never managed to get through the third night and knowing how the body behaves at that point I become very sceptical when someone mentions his 'week with sleep' or in your case six days. No offense. How could last even have been enjoyable when you had not slept in the past 5 days? Wtf?! No shadow people? No issues with your eyes? No muscle tension? Did you even shower during that entire time?! :D
Okay, I have GOT to jump in here. I'm so excited other people know about all this. I did meth my first time about 4 or 5 months ago? And my sister had gotten me to try it. She opened up to me about having been doing it for the past few months and that I should try it with her because apparently I would love it. So I said what the hell and dropped [REDACTED] on like 11.5 grams? I don't remember exactly since I left my money and the deal up to my sister. I know nothing about getting stuff. #IAmLame
Anywho, over the course of three days, she and I (and eventually my step-father because my sister lured him into the gold as well) went through almost all of it. I will fully admit I was a fucking idiot. I went into it with wild abandon because I had been told by a friend I knew that did the stuff too that you can't OD from smoking it. Well, as per my luck, I am pretty sure I was the exception. Or close to?
I hadn't slept for four days by this time now because another day had passed and we were all getting closer to the end of my stash, (and here is why I got excited to jump into the convo), I at this point was hearing shit and seeing shit. Like those.optical illusions where it looks like all the circles are moving in the picture but they're not. That was happening to the patterns in the spackle paint on the ceiling when I looked. Or I would randomly hear my name whispered. "Tori," I would hear real quietly. And then like whispered murmuring. Nothing intelligble. Shadow people? Motherfucking yep. But like more just like a vaguely human shaped shadow. No real details and it was always in my periphery and gone in an instant.
It was a mindfuck. But as I continued pushing my boundaries, pressing against my threshold, I crossed a line. Because I had been sitting at my kitchen table, torching down the sides of the bowl to collect with the main bit that crystallized. And I took hit after hit until it was gone. Loaded another fat bowl. My sister joined me for this one. We finished it. She left. I loaded another. Keep in mind only like 2 hours had passed. I finished this bowl. They (sister and mother) got home as I was torching the sides again to get whatever little I could, right? Well my mom goes up to her room and my sister stays in the kitchen to talk small talk while I finish. I figure I'll get up and go chill on the couch before work since I'm higher than the God Damn atmosphere and rising a wave of euphoria I didn't know could ever exist no matter the drug. And that's when it happened. And keep in mind, I'm far enough along to be hallucinating and hearing shit and I was paranoid as fuck that entire day and thought my family was going to turn me in. Which is unlike me. Should have been a red flag.
Anyway, I get up and bam. I lock in place because within the breath of a second, no not even a second, my skin was instantly clammy and hot. I felt my face blanch. I grabbed the kitchen chair for support and choked out my sister's name as a wave of nausea rammed into me, nearly doubling me over. She got me a bucket and I went to grab it but then I got this intense shock of like..vertigo? Light headed dizziness. And it was damn near crippling. I was genuinely scared. My heart was thundering in my chest faster than it ever had in my life I swear. Everything looked kinda blurry/fuzzy/soft? And I clutched that bucket like it was the God Damn holy grail. My sister helped me to the couch and was like freaking out (which only made me panic inside) but kept saying she didn't wanna call 911 because she didn't wanna get in trouble?
Anyway. I ended up being done after about a week. But I call bullshit on anyone who says you can't OD from smoking. Because mother of God I swear...that shit was the scariest and most humbling "oh shit" moment in my life. I danced with the devil and got licked by the flames. I haven't touched it since until yesterday. At which point I smoked one bowl and called it a day and then smoked one today and called it quits. One a day from now on. Not chancing that nightmare ever again.