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Hey, well this is is my first trip report. I'd like to get some good construcitive criticism for the others I want to write soon.
Thanks!
Alcohol, Cannabis, Seroquel 100mg ?€“ Semi-Experienced - Made A Mess Of Myself
To give some background, I?€™m a 21 year old female. 5?€™1?€, 120 lbs. Up to this point I have occasionally smoked cannabis, drank maybe four times, and took Seroquel to help me sleep. Only other experimentation at that time was Adderall XR.
Prior to this, I was considering smoking cannabis again to help ease my depression. My experience with it at 19 was a relief in anxiety and slightly elevated mood. My depression gets agonizing and a slight elevation helps. So I told my friends to let me smoke with them when they had it.
I can?€™t recall much about this day. You can probably guess why already. I woke up that day into one of my moods. This was one that made getting out of bed laborious, but eventually I couldn?€™t stand it anymore and got up. I?€™m out to lunch with my brother and his friends where they ask if I want to smoke with them after. I?€™m starting to think that this day will end perfect for me.
All my smoking experiences in the past had been small amounts. Back at home, I?€™m graduating from roaches to this blunt they hand to me. Many years have gone by since I?€™ve smoked pot so I?€™m caught off guard by the coughing. They let me smoke most of it and then this feeling of comfort in my environment overcomes me. Inhibitions go out the window, and I offer to play my violin for them, something I normally would not do. And now I?€™m hoping I can find a way to be like this every day.
Not sure how long it took, but suddenly I?€™m nervous. I go downstairs to see my mother and sister, and sit on the stairs motionless. I seem to only think of what I want to be doing and vivid images of me doing these tasks run through my head, but I?€™m still frozen. I?€™m also concerned that everyone around will know I?€™m stoned?€? which they did!
I run to my room to grab a Seroquel 100mg to help me calm down. I take the pill, return downstairs, and wait for the paranoia and racing thoughts to reduce.
Now here?€™s where it gets blurry. My brother and his friends return with alcohol and invite me for a drink. I figured alcohol would eliminate this panic and decide to go for it. Five shots of vodka, four shots of Jagermeister, two double shots of both combined, and Miller High Life for a chaser. Somehow I never forget the number of drinks and type of liquor had, regardless how wasted I may end up.
Oh dear. Now I?€™m feeling awful. I?€™ve been drunk before, but this feels different. Deciding they want to go to a friend?€™s house, I?€™m brought along to continue the party. That?€™s where it all goes dark.
Here I am back in my room. It?€™s five in the morning and without a clue how I got back home. There?€™s a horrible taste in my mouth, sharp pains in my stomach, and anxiety only made worse to discover my cigarettes are missing. I decide to wake my mom for a cigarette, hoping she knows the details I?€™m trying to recall. She tells me I had a black out, gives me a smoke, and tells me all the ways I embarrassed myself.
We got to the friend?€™s house, where I find the clichéd pass out couch. Proceeded to fall to the floor and throw up violently. The taste makes sense now. My brother and his friends get me outside and into a car to return this party casualty home. In the rush, they forgot to grab my purse which held my precious cigarettes. Fortunately they went the following day to bring my Marlboros back. Oh, and I didn?€™t just throw up in this complete stranger?€™s house. I threw up on my bed and wall too! And it got my hair even!
It took three days for me to feel ok again. Since then, delirium tremens remain the worst indescribable feeling I?€™ve felt. It wasn?€™t so much the hallucinations, those weren?€™t distressing. It was the shaking and anxiety, made worse by smoking my cigarettes. I hose to live with that as I didn?€™t need nicotine withdrawal on top of this.
I set out an intention that vanished, left not a single trace. Sadly I can?€™t hold the blunt or Seroquel responsible for my inhibited judgment. I?€™ve been known to push my drinking to the limit and on occasion still make a mess of myself. But I keep aware that certain things I am not as experienced in as I thought, and certainly those things I should not mix. I?€™m quite grateful there were people who I could trust with my life around. And so blessed to have not seen their friend whose house I threw up in.
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Thanks!
Alcohol, Cannabis, Seroquel 100mg ?€“ Semi-Experienced - Made A Mess Of Myself
To give some background, I?€™m a 21 year old female. 5?€™1?€, 120 lbs. Up to this point I have occasionally smoked cannabis, drank maybe four times, and took Seroquel to help me sleep. Only other experimentation at that time was Adderall XR.
Prior to this, I was considering smoking cannabis again to help ease my depression. My experience with it at 19 was a relief in anxiety and slightly elevated mood. My depression gets agonizing and a slight elevation helps. So I told my friends to let me smoke with them when they had it.
I can?€™t recall much about this day. You can probably guess why already. I woke up that day into one of my moods. This was one that made getting out of bed laborious, but eventually I couldn?€™t stand it anymore and got up. I?€™m out to lunch with my brother and his friends where they ask if I want to smoke with them after. I?€™m starting to think that this day will end perfect for me.
All my smoking experiences in the past had been small amounts. Back at home, I?€™m graduating from roaches to this blunt they hand to me. Many years have gone by since I?€™ve smoked pot so I?€™m caught off guard by the coughing. They let me smoke most of it and then this feeling of comfort in my environment overcomes me. Inhibitions go out the window, and I offer to play my violin for them, something I normally would not do. And now I?€™m hoping I can find a way to be like this every day.
Not sure how long it took, but suddenly I?€™m nervous. I go downstairs to see my mother and sister, and sit on the stairs motionless. I seem to only think of what I want to be doing and vivid images of me doing these tasks run through my head, but I?€™m still frozen. I?€™m also concerned that everyone around will know I?€™m stoned?€? which they did!
I run to my room to grab a Seroquel 100mg to help me calm down. I take the pill, return downstairs, and wait for the paranoia and racing thoughts to reduce.
Now here?€™s where it gets blurry. My brother and his friends return with alcohol and invite me for a drink. I figured alcohol would eliminate this panic and decide to go for it. Five shots of vodka, four shots of Jagermeister, two double shots of both combined, and Miller High Life for a chaser. Somehow I never forget the number of drinks and type of liquor had, regardless how wasted I may end up.
Oh dear. Now I?€™m feeling awful. I?€™ve been drunk before, but this feels different. Deciding they want to go to a friend?€™s house, I?€™m brought along to continue the party. That?€™s where it all goes dark.
Here I am back in my room. It?€™s five in the morning and without a clue how I got back home. There?€™s a horrible taste in my mouth, sharp pains in my stomach, and anxiety only made worse to discover my cigarettes are missing. I decide to wake my mom for a cigarette, hoping she knows the details I?€™m trying to recall. She tells me I had a black out, gives me a smoke, and tells me all the ways I embarrassed myself.
We got to the friend?€™s house, where I find the clichéd pass out couch. Proceeded to fall to the floor and throw up violently. The taste makes sense now. My brother and his friends get me outside and into a car to return this party casualty home. In the rush, they forgot to grab my purse which held my precious cigarettes. Fortunately they went the following day to bring my Marlboros back. Oh, and I didn?€™t just throw up in this complete stranger?€™s house. I threw up on my bed and wall too! And it got my hair even!
It took three days for me to feel ok again. Since then, delirium tremens remain the worst indescribable feeling I?€™ve felt. It wasn?€™t so much the hallucinations, those weren?€™t distressing. It was the shaking and anxiety, made worse by smoking my cigarettes. I hose to live with that as I didn?€™t need nicotine withdrawal on top of this.
I set out an intention that vanished, left not a single trace. Sadly I can?€™t hold the blunt or Seroquel responsible for my inhibited judgment. I?€™ve been known to push my drinking to the limit and on occasion still make a mess of myself. But I keep aware that certain things I am not as experienced in as I thought, and certainly those things I should not mix. I?€™m quite grateful there were people who I could trust with my life around. And so blessed to have not seen their friend whose house I threw up in.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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