Well I decided to eat before I tripped, I was told by a friend that its better to eat on it because later you won't want to eat. I stuck the blotter under my tongue at approx 2:10, and spit it out at around 2:19. The taste was terrible. I was already feeling it, the come up was just as fast as 2c-i. Things started to look "real" and slowly started to breathe. I was fine at first and then nausea set in really bad. I didn't have much planned just to chill at my apartment and maybe go on a walk down town. But the come up was really intense, the visuals were very profound and at points at starting experiencing synesthesia. I remember laying down for seconds at a time then hearing a noise that would go up my nose that would make a smell/noise. I was honestly scared how fast this was happening. I called my friend who gave me the dose to tell him I was worried and if he could find me a benzo to help me I would really appreciate it. I said he would work on it.
I decided to grab my keys and go outside just to get away from this room that was making me indecisive and nauseous. I grabbed my keys walked out my door, and attempted to walk down the hall, the room was so distorted and moving I could tell I wasn't walking right. I walked downstairs and opened the door to step outside and walk downtown. The visuals were really beautiful outside, with the orange and browns and greens. The further I walked the more panicked and anxious I was. I felt like every step I took walking away was one step I would have to walk back that I might not make. So I quickly decided to return back to the "safety" of my apartment. Getting the keys into my door was a challenge but I managed to get back in, I tried opening the window and looking outside, drinking water. But I always found my self pacing back and forth feeling as if any second I would throw up. And the visuals kept getting so much more intense, and I was really starting to fear for my life. I left my door unlocked in case anything happened. At this point I couldn't feel my heart beat and I was alone and scared. I kept having repetitive thoughts like "I just want this to end" or "should i call the ER?" I was sweating, and freezing, and nauseous, and over all having a really bad trip. I was seconds away from calling an ambulance, but decided to call my friend to get his advance. The phone rang, rang, rang, rang, and went to voicemail. I felt really betrayed and even more scared now.
This was such a scared feeling, like I have been through some crazy shit in my life, but this was the most scary, I thought at any second my heart would explode or I would die dehydrated (I did manage to drink water through the trip). I couldnt take it anymore and called my mom. She was able to bring me three lorazepams. But as soon as she got into the room the mood changed and I was really happy to see her, but I wasn't going to wait to see if it lasted. I popped all three ativans and tried to explain to her why I was feeling bad. She wasn't necessarily upset with me just glad I called her. The nausea started to go down coupled with phenegran and muscle relaxers. I was upset with myself, because before I had been really experienced with 2C-E (up to 60 mgs) and many 2c-i experiences. The nausea just set in during the come up and it was the worst ride of my life. I can't really describe the visuals because I was panicking so hard, trying to not be one of those kids on the news who died from some RC. I finally stopped with the nausea and horror at 8PM. This morning I feel much better, I'm glad I survived through yesterday. I seriously didn't think I would..
Just a warning to those who haven't experienced this substance yet. I would tread lightly the come up took my and made me panic the rest of the time. I kept telling myself "if it gets more intense than this I'm going to have to call someone". Hope no one has to experience this fear!
