Male 30 1.8m/6ft and 90KG/14 stone
I've tried many things over the years: MDMA, shrooms, LSD, coke, Ket, pot, Methylone, Butylone, etc and I've used speed and Mephedrone excessively in the past.
Right ok here we go.
Received 1g in the post today and weighed out 75mg into an empty Ibuprofen capsule.
The night before I consumed 22.5 units of alcohol and had 5 hours sleep, no hangover, just a little tired.
11am
1mg taken as an allergy test. Eat a slice of toast.
12pm
I'm good to go, so I take the 75mg cap.
12.30pm
I've been looking at the time every couple of mins, tempted to take more as there are no effects, but decide to leave it a few more mins.
12.35pm
Possibly feeling something, though could be a placebo type effect, still thinking of taking a few more mgs, but I'm now thinking that it could be taking a little while as it was in a cap rather than Rizla, and i did have that toast, so I keep waiting.
12.40pm
Very noticeable now. Feeling quite nice and looking forward to the experience.
12.41-1pm
It hit me like a bloody train! Seriously hard come-up, wavy walls, weird streaking, odd colouration to everything. I can't focus so I start looking at my hand - it ages quickly before my eyes......blue veins appear, turn to black and then my hand gnarls up into a twisted fist and starts to degrade, so I quickly look away and then back again....my hand is now fine, but it then.... here comes the veins, turning black. It wasn't nice, so I look up at the ceiling, my heart is racing, breathing very quickly but very shallow breaths and sweat is pumping out of me. I shake my head, beads of sweat drip onto the bed, I can feel sweat dripping into my ears, so I sit up.....Its hitting me harder, so I collapse back on the bed and close my eyes.....but a bright and I mean super bright cheesy wedding type movie starts to play in my head, I may be 5 yrs old as a lady kneels down to speak to me, I open my eyes.....the room is still swirling, so I get up and stagger to the bathroom.
1pm-1.10pm
I see myself in the mirror. Blood red eyes, sweat pouring and I've pulled a serious "Whitey". I proceed to throw up several times, not violently, controlled spurts of water out of the mouth and none out of the nose. I didn't really need to be sick, maybe it was the fear and panic that has stepped in. Thank god I didnt take some more when it wasn't kicking in.
The bathroom is spinning and the tiles are sliding off the wall, I sit on the toilet and I think I might take a dump, it doesn't happen, but I do have a very small wee that came out in drips although I felt like I really needed to go.
I stagger back to the bedroom...thinking I might shite myself.
1.10pm-1.30pm
I really don't like this one bit. It hasn't subsided, but has reached a plateau, a Tibetan high plateau and I'm not finding it very easy to deal/cope with. I know whats going on, I know that the walls are not really swirling, and a strand of hair is not really dancing on the bed, I mean these alone could be fun right? No, because it feels like I've been in a car accident, ejected through the window only for the damn thing to land on me, and man is it heavy. Shallow breaths, I try to take a pulse, but I can't concentrate on it, and my fingers are slipping all over my neck so I try the wrist and my bloody arm only goes and turns to rippling mush, so I give up on that and lay down and close my eyes.....and oh man its that damn home movie with characters I've never seen before, she kneels down about to say something and I open my eyes.
I'm not panicing anymore as I realise that this is as bad as its going to get, and it is bad, but I haven't killed myself, so I smile to myself.
1.40pm
I feel ok now. So I walk to the kitchen and get a glass of water. I see myself in the mirror and i look damned awful. I start smiling to myself, not a nice warm smile, but more of a "you idiot, but at least you're alive" kinda smile.
1.40-3.30pm
Recovery stage. Feeling a bit jittery and a little sick, but by half three I am pretty much back to my normal self again.
So there you go. I'm an idiot. I read loads about this before trying, but for some reason or other I went straight in at 75mg, which some people seem to have recommended, I certainly do not, unless you are after a near-death and altogether nasty experience.
Thank god this stuff doesn't last very long, because at one point I was dreading the thought of a 12hr ordeal, I'd have been ok I guess, but man oh man I didn't like this stuff.
I would recommend starting out much less than 75mg, unless you are experienced with psychedelics. I completely forgot that I hate LSD and shrooms.
I'm a speed freak, I loved mephedrone, but the first time I did that I snorted about 1/3g in one huge line......thats another story, I thought I was going to die then as well....so I put the stuff in a cupboard for a few months before giving it another go at around 100mg....thats when the love affair started. As for this stuff....it's going in the cupboard, I will revisit it at some point, but next time I'll do 25mg.
Cheers.
I've tried many things over the years: MDMA, shrooms, LSD, coke, Ket, pot, Methylone, Butylone, etc and I've used speed and Mephedrone excessively in the past.
Right ok here we go.
Received 1g in the post today and weighed out 75mg into an empty Ibuprofen capsule.
The night before I consumed 22.5 units of alcohol and had 5 hours sleep, no hangover, just a little tired.
11am
1mg taken as an allergy test. Eat a slice of toast.
12pm
I'm good to go, so I take the 75mg cap.
12.30pm
I've been looking at the time every couple of mins, tempted to take more as there are no effects, but decide to leave it a few more mins.
12.35pm
Possibly feeling something, though could be a placebo type effect, still thinking of taking a few more mgs, but I'm now thinking that it could be taking a little while as it was in a cap rather than Rizla, and i did have that toast, so I keep waiting.
12.40pm
Very noticeable now. Feeling quite nice and looking forward to the experience.
12.41-1pm
It hit me like a bloody train! Seriously hard come-up, wavy walls, weird streaking, odd colouration to everything. I can't focus so I start looking at my hand - it ages quickly before my eyes......blue veins appear, turn to black and then my hand gnarls up into a twisted fist and starts to degrade, so I quickly look away and then back again....my hand is now fine, but it then.... here comes the veins, turning black. It wasn't nice, so I look up at the ceiling, my heart is racing, breathing very quickly but very shallow breaths and sweat is pumping out of me. I shake my head, beads of sweat drip onto the bed, I can feel sweat dripping into my ears, so I sit up.....Its hitting me harder, so I collapse back on the bed and close my eyes.....but a bright and I mean super bright cheesy wedding type movie starts to play in my head, I may be 5 yrs old as a lady kneels down to speak to me, I open my eyes.....the room is still swirling, so I get up and stagger to the bathroom.
1pm-1.10pm
I see myself in the mirror. Blood red eyes, sweat pouring and I've pulled a serious "Whitey". I proceed to throw up several times, not violently, controlled spurts of water out of the mouth and none out of the nose. I didn't really need to be sick, maybe it was the fear and panic that has stepped in. Thank god I didnt take some more when it wasn't kicking in.
The bathroom is spinning and the tiles are sliding off the wall, I sit on the toilet and I think I might take a dump, it doesn't happen, but I do have a very small wee that came out in drips although I felt like I really needed to go.
I stagger back to the bedroom...thinking I might shite myself.
1.10pm-1.30pm
I really don't like this one bit. It hasn't subsided, but has reached a plateau, a Tibetan high plateau and I'm not finding it very easy to deal/cope with. I know whats going on, I know that the walls are not really swirling, and a strand of hair is not really dancing on the bed, I mean these alone could be fun right? No, because it feels like I've been in a car accident, ejected through the window only for the damn thing to land on me, and man is it heavy. Shallow breaths, I try to take a pulse, but I can't concentrate on it, and my fingers are slipping all over my neck so I try the wrist and my bloody arm only goes and turns to rippling mush, so I give up on that and lay down and close my eyes.....and oh man its that damn home movie with characters I've never seen before, she kneels down about to say something and I open my eyes.
I'm not panicing anymore as I realise that this is as bad as its going to get, and it is bad, but I haven't killed myself, so I smile to myself.
1.40pm
I feel ok now. So I walk to the kitchen and get a glass of water. I see myself in the mirror and i look damned awful. I start smiling to myself, not a nice warm smile, but more of a "you idiot, but at least you're alive" kinda smile.
1.40-3.30pm
Recovery stage. Feeling a bit jittery and a little sick, but by half three I am pretty much back to my normal self again.
So there you go. I'm an idiot. I read loads about this before trying, but for some reason or other I went straight in at 75mg, which some people seem to have recommended, I certainly do not, unless you are after a near-death and altogether nasty experience.
Thank god this stuff doesn't last very long, because at one point I was dreading the thought of a 12hr ordeal, I'd have been ok I guess, but man oh man I didn't like this stuff.
I would recommend starting out much less than 75mg, unless you are experienced with psychedelics. I completely forgot that I hate LSD and shrooms.
I'm a speed freak, I loved mephedrone, but the first time I did that I snorted about 1/3g in one huge line......thats another story, I thought I was going to die then as well....so I put the stuff in a cupboard for a few months before giving it another go at around 100mg....thats when the love affair started. As for this stuff....it's going in the cupboard, I will revisit it at some point, but next time I'll do 25mg.
Cheers.
. Trying to disperse the heat, aren't ya'? 
