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40mg Valium/Alcohol/Adderall/Random Things - 1st Time - Blacking Out

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dilated_pupils

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This trip report is to warn people, I in no way condone mixing these drugs...

The night started out with me taking 20mg valium, within about 20 minutes I'm feeling pretty decent, music is sounds a lot better and I'm a lot more laid back, was currently listening to Radiohead - Hail To The Theif.

Time pases by, I have 20mg more of valium laying around, and I knew I'd end up taking it, so I crush it up, and parachute it.

And friend of mine recommend drinking one beer, and one only to amplify the effects (I've done benzos and alcohol before and completely blacked out so I don't know why I was dumb enough to listen).

Grab a beer, start drinking away. At this point, walking it pretty tough. I grabbed two beer at the start though, and I didn't want to let my first one go to waste :(
So down goes beer number two...

Now I'm zoning out, having no clue what is going on, a thought arrives in my head...

I got some adderall... just 2 15mg ones though, why not take them? Maybe they will help me sobor up a bit? Maybe two is too much? Take one, break it open, crush up the beeds, snort it up. No effect... Hmm I guess let's try another... Still no effect... Well let's go through the house and see what kind of goodies I can find!

For the next, I'd say, 20-30 minutes, I look through pill bottles, run to my computer, and look up the names (which by the way my vision is so blurry I couldn't even type in the currect names of the pils) to figure out what they were). Eventually I see some kind of cough and cold shit with DXM in it, and pop two of those... then I see some (in my mind) cool looking blue pill in the cabinet and decide to take that... no idea what it was.

Now by this time, I'm really wanting some marijuana, but I'm currently out of some. So I go grab my brothers class bowl, my metal bowl, and a pair of nail clippers, yep nail clippers. I start ripping away at all the resin until I have this mound of resin (it was a huge ball believe it or not). I start smoking it around my house like it's not a thing. I ended up breaking my bowl. I go downstairs to put my brothers bowl away, my mom is there. Now me, being totally fucked up just stand there in a gaze, she looks at me and says "What are you doing up?" I say nothing and just run away like a maniac up to my room. I knock over my ashtray that I haven't emptied in months in my room, quickly clean it up, jump into my bed (I'm pretty sure all that happened I'm not 100% sure) and then basically blacked out since I remember nothing else...

DON'T MIX THIS STUFF :( I know I'm stupid, I don't need to hear it, one beer turned into two, and then I had no idea what was going on. Please learn from my lesson...
 
Yea I know lol, I'm usually much smarter then that... I had work today too, went in and could barley walk straight at first, but still worked my ass off so.
 
Ah the wonders of mixing so much of so little...glad you didnt get busted by your madre...ive passsed out plenty of times in my room because of this. You feel crazy in the morning when you dont remember how you got in your bed, and your lights and TV are still on.8)
 
Well the odd thing is, I am remembering things that actually didn't happen... at least I think so... I'm still confused... All I know is I'm pissed I broke my bowl, and I've yet to find my brothers bowl lol.
 
ive never blacked out but many of my friends have

the worse thing is when u black out at a party and the next day u hear abt all the shit u did while u were sleeping. at least u were just mad fucked up and looked like a retard infront of ur mom and u werent totally gone lol
 
It's even worse when you black out at a party while chugging vodka and the next thing you remember is waking up at noon the next morning with your dad looking in asking how you felt. Then you proceed to find out from your dad, two friends, and crying girlfriend (in various segments, mind you, not all at once in a linear fashion) that what had happened was you blacked out, made an ass of yourself at the party, fell asleep on the front steps, got driven home by your friend and one of your other friends wanted to go to a girl's house so much that he then convinced you to drive him 20 miles away by yourselves. Then you drive into a ditch in the middle of nowhere and two state troopers come up and you can't even say your name, but through some stroke of blind luck your cousin happened to have just married a girl who they worked with, so they called your dad and he came and got you with a warning. Then you piss your pants in his car, puke up blood, and remain incoherent, walking around refusing to sleep until 7 in the morning, projectile vomiting everywhere.

...Hypothetically speaking.
 
Xorkoth said:
It's even worse when you black out at a party while chugging vodka and the next thing you remember is waking up at noon the next morning with your dad looking in asking how you felt. Then you proceed to find out from your dad, two friends, and crying girlfriend (in various segments, mind you, not all at once in a linear fashion) that what had happened was you blacked out, made an ass of yourself at the party, fell asleep on the front steps, got driven home by your friend and one of your other friends wanted to go to a girl's house so much that he then convinced you to drive him 20 miles away by yourselves. Then you drive into a ditch in the middle of nowhere and two state troopers come up and you can't even say your name, but through some stroke of blind luck your cousin happened to have just married a girl who they worked with, so they called your dad and he came and got you with a warning. Then you piss your pants in his car, puke up blood, and remain incoherent, walking around refusing to sleep until 7 in the morning, projectile vomiting everywhere.

...Hypothetically speaking.
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I knew my situation could have been worse, you just proved it lol... sounds like one hell of a time, I only posted my little story to hopefully show new drug users alcohol+benzos=bad lol.
 
wouldn't have been that bad if your mum busted you in the sense that someone else would have been looking out for you while you were passed out...
 
Mean Girl said:
wouldn't have been that bad if your mum busted you in the sense that someone else would have been looking out for you while you were passed out...
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Well techniqually, even all the stupid shit I did that night, physically I was doing fine, other then probably looking like an electrified zombie. Good point though, if my condition would have been serious it would have been nice for her to have been there for me.
 
dilated_pupils said:
I knew my situation could have been worse, you just proved it lol... sounds like one hell of a time, I only posted my little story to hopefully show new drug users alcohol+benzos=bad lol.
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I think you're pushing the impact of the relevantly predictable combo (valium + alcohol) a little hard - i.e. once you started zoning out, I bet it could've been recoverable with a little patience.

Can't say I blame you for reaching for the adderall though - except that stopping and waiting would've been a better tactic after taking one, let alone two. Sounds a little like a bad case of aw, now the fun part is gone-itis. You'd struggle to find a bluelighter who hasn't had this feeling on fewer than a dozen occasions!;)

Sure, alcohol + valium (or other benzos) CAN cause problems but it can also be a great combo for a subtle high. I spent most of yesterday evening drinking wine with my mother, whilst making the odd trip upstairs to knock back the exact same qty. of valium. Ok, so my dosing was probably more protracted than yours but I would personally give most people the go-ahead to experiment with this - after all, alcohol isn't the world's most threatening CNS depressant.
 
Xorkoth said:
It's even worse when you black out at a party while chugging vodka and the next thing you remember is waking up at noon the next morning with your dad looking in asking how you felt. Then you proceed to find out from your dad, two friends, and crying girlfriend (in various segments, mind you, not all at once in a linear fashion) that what had happened was you blacked out, made an ass of yourself at the party, fell asleep on the front steps, got driven home by your friend and one of your other friends wanted to go to a girl's house so much that he then convinced you to drive him 20 miles away by yourselves. Then you drive into a ditch in the middle of nowhere and two state troopers come up and you can't even say your name, but through some stroke of blind luck your cousin happened to have just married a girl who they worked with, so they called your dad and he came and got you with a warning. Then you piss your pants in his car, puke up blood, and remain incoherent, walking around refusing to sleep until 7 in the morning, projectile vomiting everywhere.

...Hypothetically speaking.
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Lol, hypothetically speaking, priceless.

Damn your fucking lucky, you drove into a god damn ditch with staties finding ya.. shit, your one lucky son of a bitch for pulling off that one. But man, you must have been like "wtf happened last night" when you woke up, and your dad's sitting there smiling thinking of all the shit your gonna clean up today, not to mention once your up and about you'll be pissed to find out your car isn't in the driveway, or the garage, 8(
 
Actually, my car was fine... it was a shallow ditch. And yeah, I was extremely confused. And my dad definitely wasn't smiling at me :\

But yeah, I was definitely one lucky mother fucker. It's amazing sometimes how a bunch of random, unconnected events in the lives of those around you combine. If the police who pulled me over had been different, or if my cousin hadn't just gotten married to a police woman, or if my last name had been different... I'd have been in jail with a DUI and no car. Instead, I just had to deal with parental and girlfriend disappointment and a killer week-long hangover from alcohol poisoning. I didn't even have to pay anything.
 
Shit, I don't even remember writing this trip report. And I think it's funny looking back and seeing all my spelling errors. I must have wrote it when I was fucked up.
 
I suspect that a good 75% of the people on the BL drug related discussion boards have a "benzos + booze = blackout" story. Lord knows I have several, mostly from my college years. The problem with booze & benzos is that if you are already drinking to the point where you are feeling good, taking a xanax or 6 seems like a good idea. So you take your "but just ONE!" xanax, and now you are feeling REALLY good! So, of course, the "if one feels good, then 3 will feel great" line of logic comes into play. It's at about this point that your brain and body part ways for the night. Brain goes home & goes to sleep, while Body stays at the party.

The next day, you wake up in someone elses house/bed/underwear to realize that you draw a blank on about 1/2 of the night's events, and the xanax RX that was filled the day before is now empty...

Good times indeed.
 
Just recalled a near miss where I woke up at 4 am with a cigarette filter in my right hand, dangling above a nastily flammable looking rug. Amazing how the blackout can be absolutely instant.

I say it again - temazepam + alcohol = NEVER NEVER NEVER.
 
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