Bomb319
Bluelighter
I'm not exactly a newbie when it comes to pharmacology. I don't know how I could be so STUPID. I KNEW BETTER THAN THIS! I seem to have zero control when drugs are in the room; the greater the effect, the less the control (for downers). Got some Yohimbine I doubt I'll ever use since I take Clonidine - alpha 2 agonists. The former is n alpha 2 antagonist, so who know what the effects will
be... That's both peroneal and semantic knowledge of hundreds of different chemicals (many of those are RC's of course, but include all the traditional ones as well). After a love affair with heroin (IV) that lasted about 5-6 years that began with my unscrupulous doctor prescribing me 100 Percocet per month. EVERY month. For THREE YEARS. For migraines. To be fair, I DID try seemingly everything else over the years, and at the time was almost COMPLETELY IGNORANT of drugs. I'd shared beers with the guys at wing night, and smoked pot one with a really fucked up person who actually tried (and succeeding) in tripping me out and giving me a panic attack. Anyway, this doctor knew I got maybe 2 migraines a month on average (sometimes I would last several months without a single one, and one time I had three in a single day). Either way, the instructions clearly read "Take one to two at onset of migraine" meaning I should've needed roughly four of them. He never questioned the extra 96 monthly, and this went on for years. Of course, with so many of them at my disposal, I quickly discovered the bliss of taking 4-5 of them (that being 20-25 mg instant release Oxy) and just nodding out and playing video games. Ahhh, the bliss of those first few times with a handful of percs...I almost want to say it beats the high of heroin. It doesn't of course, but the innocence and relaxation of the percs in comparison to the already fucked up lifestyle scoring and banging dope certainly allow me to reminisce more fondly over the latter.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. I know about drugs. I know about drug withdrawal. I know what it's like to stand in the snow, fiending like hell, texting my dealer to PLEASE HELP ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, despite my having only 2- bucks, and he not considering it worth it. I've injected in Eastside Vancouver public toilets. somehow was spotted with my spoon and gear while in the stalls, and chased out with a bat, flunked out of school - of course never going to classes and always scoring, waiting to score, or lying in bed wanting to die. It was rough. Not much worse than being forced outside on a cold, rainy day when you're puking and diarrheaing at the same time, all for your next fix.............because you know you won't get it any other way.
So there's a little background of my life for those interested. I'm basically in debt close to half a million dollars - to the student loans, banks, parents, loan companies and friends. I don't exactly feel good about it and I don't like to bring it up.
IN SPITE OF IT ALL....all I've endured, I had one mantra "well, at least I never fucked around with benzos" knowing the withdrawal from the little buggers is basically the only substance WD that can easily give methadone WD a run for its money. Then I discover Etizolam - a benzo to be sure, just not structurally. It has the triazole ring fused to it (incidentally as do all substances whose name end in -olam and not -epam.
So anyway, I'm kind of terrified. I'm a pretty big guy...around 250 pounds, muscular legs...first time I look a 1 mg eti, I felt nothing. Found it incredibly weak for a benzo. Nothing like Phenibut which did dick all (and isn't a benzo) but weak. Again, I had little to no benzo tolerance. I took a Z-drug Zopiclone (ESZOPICLONE OR Lunesta for you Americans) but only ONE NIGHT A WEEK. It knocks me out, has me walking into walls, and gives me unexplained bruises the next day. But etizolam..... With the Eti, I felt little to nothing on 1 mg, Same with 2, 3 and 4. Finally, taking 5 at a time usually by crunching and then using sublingual, and I would finally feel the benzo feeling of disorientation, bumping into walls, losing any anxiety, sleeping for hours during the day, and then forgetting thing's I've said or done. Although if I took 5 mg of almost anything else, I'd be out cold, like Xanax or Clonazepam. These etizolam felt like fakes until 5 mg and even then, I still felt MOSTLY normal; just tired, no anxiety, and everyone around be would think I was definitely on something because I apparently slurred my words and such. So going from basically ZERO benzo tolerance to taking...a LOT of these pills...several hundred over 4-5 weeks for sure - how destroyed can I expect to be when I have to cold turkey due to lack of funds? I can't apparently do ANYTHING just "a little bit". I'd take like 8 pills, wake up, take 5 more, etc. Again, it's been roughly a month of this - no more.
So 4 to maximum 5 weeks of going from zero benzo tolerance to abusing the shit out of them, can I expect to feel:
1. mildly anxious and unable to sleep
2. fairly bad anxiety
3, wishing for death
4, going to the ER from such horrible WD
5,dead
I have another 180 mg that were SUPPOSED to come on the mail tomorrow. Now they say WEDNESDAY, That would mean cold-turkeying from tonight until Wed. On the other hand, it's supposedly a short-scting drug, and I never usually spent all day dosing. Maybe a handful at night (around 9) and a few less when I woke up, but I never felt bad or anything during the afternoon when I took nothing.
They also seem to prevent methadone WD if I finish that drug too early, and that really scares me too. Cold turkey 170 mg methadone and hundreds of etizolam???? No....no thanks.
be... That's both peroneal and semantic knowledge of hundreds of different chemicals (many of those are RC's of course, but include all the traditional ones as well). After a love affair with heroin (IV) that lasted about 5-6 years that began with my unscrupulous doctor prescribing me 100 Percocet per month. EVERY month. For THREE YEARS. For migraines. To be fair, I DID try seemingly everything else over the years, and at the time was almost COMPLETELY IGNORANT of drugs. I'd shared beers with the guys at wing night, and smoked pot one with a really fucked up person who actually tried (and succeeding) in tripping me out and giving me a panic attack. Anyway, this doctor knew I got maybe 2 migraines a month on average (sometimes I would last several months without a single one, and one time I had three in a single day). Either way, the instructions clearly read "Take one to two at onset of migraine" meaning I should've needed roughly four of them. He never questioned the extra 96 monthly, and this went on for years. Of course, with so many of them at my disposal, I quickly discovered the bliss of taking 4-5 of them (that being 20-25 mg instant release Oxy) and just nodding out and playing video games. Ahhh, the bliss of those first few times with a handful of percs...I almost want to say it beats the high of heroin. It doesn't of course, but the innocence and relaxation of the percs in comparison to the already fucked up lifestyle scoring and banging dope certainly allow me to reminisce more fondly over the latter.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. I know about drugs. I know about drug withdrawal. I know what it's like to stand in the snow, fiending like hell, texting my dealer to PLEASE HELP ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, despite my having only 2- bucks, and he not considering it worth it. I've injected in Eastside Vancouver public toilets. somehow was spotted with my spoon and gear while in the stalls, and chased out with a bat, flunked out of school - of course never going to classes and always scoring, waiting to score, or lying in bed wanting to die. It was rough. Not much worse than being forced outside on a cold, rainy day when you're puking and diarrheaing at the same time, all for your next fix.............because you know you won't get it any other way.
So there's a little background of my life for those interested. I'm basically in debt close to half a million dollars - to the student loans, banks, parents, loan companies and friends. I don't exactly feel good about it and I don't like to bring it up.
IN SPITE OF IT ALL....all I've endured, I had one mantra "well, at least I never fucked around with benzos" knowing the withdrawal from the little buggers is basically the only substance WD that can easily give methadone WD a run for its money. Then I discover Etizolam - a benzo to be sure, just not structurally. It has the triazole ring fused to it (incidentally as do all substances whose name end in -olam and not -epam.
So anyway, I'm kind of terrified. I'm a pretty big guy...around 250 pounds, muscular legs...first time I look a 1 mg eti, I felt nothing. Found it incredibly weak for a benzo. Nothing like Phenibut which did dick all (and isn't a benzo) but weak. Again, I had little to no benzo tolerance. I took a Z-drug Zopiclone (ESZOPICLONE OR Lunesta for you Americans) but only ONE NIGHT A WEEK. It knocks me out, has me walking into walls, and gives me unexplained bruises the next day. But etizolam..... With the Eti, I felt little to nothing on 1 mg, Same with 2, 3 and 4. Finally, taking 5 at a time usually by crunching and then using sublingual, and I would finally feel the benzo feeling of disorientation, bumping into walls, losing any anxiety, sleeping for hours during the day, and then forgetting thing's I've said or done. Although if I took 5 mg of almost anything else, I'd be out cold, like Xanax or Clonazepam. These etizolam felt like fakes until 5 mg and even then, I still felt MOSTLY normal; just tired, no anxiety, and everyone around be would think I was definitely on something because I apparently slurred my words and such. So going from basically ZERO benzo tolerance to taking...a LOT of these pills...several hundred over 4-5 weeks for sure - how destroyed can I expect to be when I have to cold turkey due to lack of funds? I can't apparently do ANYTHING just "a little bit". I'd take like 8 pills, wake up, take 5 more, etc. Again, it's been roughly a month of this - no more.
So 4 to maximum 5 weeks of going from zero benzo tolerance to abusing the shit out of them, can I expect to feel:
1. mildly anxious and unable to sleep
2. fairly bad anxiety
3, wishing for death
4, going to the ER from such horrible WD
5,dead
I have another 180 mg that were SUPPOSED to come on the mail tomorrow. Now they say WEDNESDAY, That would mean cold-turkeying from tonight until Wed. On the other hand, it's supposedly a short-scting drug, and I never usually spent all day dosing. Maybe a handful at night (around 9) and a few less when I woke up, but I never felt bad or anything during the afternoon when I took nothing.
They also seem to prevent methadone WD if I finish that drug too early, and that really scares me too. Cold turkey 170 mg methadone and hundreds of etizolam???? No....no thanks.