CosmicFallacy
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I got a quantity of 99+% pure, lab-quality amphetamine. I didn’t know that was unusual at the time. It was a fine white powder that came in a little baggie. I quickly looked up a recreational dose for amphetamine, and most sources said about 60 mg (looking back, this was probably referring to the cut amount). I decided to go with the full 100 mg, since I’ve had previous experience with 60 mg doses of Adderall, as well as MDMA (often cut with amphetamine), weed, shrooms, and cocaine. I looked up the lethal dose for amphetamine, and it was over 5 g for my body weight, so I thought I was totally safe. The truth is, I just didn’t think of amphetamine as a dangerous drug (hey, they put it in pills for kids, right), and was about to be schooled big time.
I took 100 mg of amphetamine, dissolved in some water, at about 9 am Sunday morning. I thought that was plenty of time for the effects to wear off by Monday morning (Ha!). I didn’t feel anything for about 20-30 minutes, then gradually started feeling more alert and energetic. By 11 am I started feeling an elated, euphoric high that reminded me of MDMA. I also started getting a little chilly and shivery, as well as very horny. I thought that a hot bath would be a fantastic idea, grabbed a tablet to look for porn and hookers, and dove in. Everything felt pretty amazing, and for a while I thought that amphetamine was the best shit ever. The intensity of the high kept building, and by 1 pm I could no longer concentrate on the tablet, so I put it away. I remember half-sitting, half-lying in the bathtub, looking at the ceiling, trying to keep track of the hundreds of thoughts running through my head, and realizing that I couldn’t hold a thought for more than 10 seconds or remember what I was thinking of 10 seconds ago. The last thought that I remember is “this is getting pretty intense, maybe I should get out of the tub”.
My next memory was of severe pain in the upper buttocks / lower back area. For a few minutes, I wasn’t sure where I was, and my thinking was very muddled and confused. Slowly, I remembered some basics of my situation, and looked at the time. It was after 7 pm – I had been in the bathtub for over 8 hours, and had no recollection of the previous 6. It felt like I was detached from my body and couldn’t control it. After making an effort, I managed to pull my right hand out of the water. It was like some monster, alien hand – swollen and severely wrinkled so it almost looked like the skin was falling off of it, blue-grey in color with blue fingernails. I then tried lifting my left leg, and after a lot of effort managed to get it out of the water, but then my calf muscle cramped for what felt like an eternity. It was exceedingly painful, and I screamed.
After a lot of excruciating effort, I finally managed to stand up in the tub. As soon as I did that, I felt so lightheaded that I almost passed out and fell right back in. I grabbed a shower curtain rod and luckily, it held. After more excruciating effort, I managed to get out of the tub, one arm and one leg at a time. I remember holding on to the bathroom sink for balance (and dear life!), looking at myself in the mirror, and barely recognizing myself. My face was red and swollen, my pupils were fully dilated, and my lips were blue. I looked down and saw that my stomach was swollen like it’s about to burst. I had no urge to go to the bathroom, but made it to the toilet anyway, and after a few minutes of trying urine started to flow – painfully at first, but then it just kept going… and going… and doing… for a very long time. I knew that I didn’t drink that much fluids that day, so I figured I had to be dehydrated. I made it to the sink and drank as much as I could. Throughout all this, I was scared shitless, everything took a long time and felt like a herculean task.
I then headed for bed, which was no easy task either. It felt like I had very little control of my muscles, and was still very dizzy and lightheaded. Painfully slowly, holding on to walls and whatever else was in the way, I finally made it to bed. The next thing I remember was hallucinating like never before: the whole room was twisting, taking on different shapes, and objects in the room were twisting too, but independently. There were also lots of little light sparkles everywhere. I also noticed that I was breathing very rapidly and my heart was going a million miles a minute. My head also hurt, especially in the back, like someone hit with a brick or something. I shivered and trembled uncontrollably, and felt uncomfortable tingling sensations all over my body. I kept drifting away from reality and coming back to it again, and the one recurrent thought I remember was that I was going to die. There was also a paranoid thought for a while that I was already dead, having drowned in the bathtub hours earlier.
Sometime later, I managed to grab the tablet and eventually managed to type in “amphetamine overdose” into Google with my trembling fingers. My brain was pretty scrambled and my vision was blurry, so I didn’t get very much out of it, except that “"Amphetamine overdose is often fatal", which sure as fuck didn’t make me feel any better.
As more time passed (probably a few hours), I slowly began to realize that things were gradually getting better. Oh, I was still screwed six ways from Sunday, and in a shitton of pain, but at least the hallucinations went away, and my fingernails returned to something resembling a normal color. The next morning I managed to call in sick at work and even sound somewhat coherent on the phone. This was the beginning of a very gradual return to something vaguely resembling normalcy, but I don’t think I’m quite out of the woods yet.
Basically, it’s now been over 60 hours since I’ve ingested the dose, and I’m still high, but at gradually declining levels. Am I getting close to the world record for the longest high on a single dose? This is what I imagined it would be like when I first took the dose – I’m feeling energetic, alert, able to concentrate, finally. But I almost intuitively feel the enormous stress I put my body through with this little misadventure, and that when this shit finally wears off, it ain’t going to be pretty. Still, I just want it to end and get back to normal life. I appreciate it a lot more now.
Any advice for the post-OD home care? I’ve been doing my best to hydrate and nourish myself throughout all this, but I know I’ve been getting very little in the way of exercise or sleep (0 hours the first night, 3 hours the second). There are also a couple of beers in the fridge which are really tempting me, but I read somewhere that combining amph and alcohol is not a good idea.
Finally, what’s the lesson learned here? Obviously, I fucked up the dosage and shouldn’t have done this alone, but I think the main take-home message is that amphetamine needs to be respected, or it can kill, whether directly or indirectly, like drowning in the bathtub. I’ve had a few other bad trips… but nothing that comes even remotely close to this. I honestly had NO idea that amphetamine (at what I thought was a reasonable dose) could fuck me up this bad.
I took 100 mg of amphetamine, dissolved in some water, at about 9 am Sunday morning. I thought that was plenty of time for the effects to wear off by Monday morning (Ha!). I didn’t feel anything for about 20-30 minutes, then gradually started feeling more alert and energetic. By 11 am I started feeling an elated, euphoric high that reminded me of MDMA. I also started getting a little chilly and shivery, as well as very horny. I thought that a hot bath would be a fantastic idea, grabbed a tablet to look for porn and hookers, and dove in. Everything felt pretty amazing, and for a while I thought that amphetamine was the best shit ever. The intensity of the high kept building, and by 1 pm I could no longer concentrate on the tablet, so I put it away. I remember half-sitting, half-lying in the bathtub, looking at the ceiling, trying to keep track of the hundreds of thoughts running through my head, and realizing that I couldn’t hold a thought for more than 10 seconds or remember what I was thinking of 10 seconds ago. The last thought that I remember is “this is getting pretty intense, maybe I should get out of the tub”.
My next memory was of severe pain in the upper buttocks / lower back area. For a few minutes, I wasn’t sure where I was, and my thinking was very muddled and confused. Slowly, I remembered some basics of my situation, and looked at the time. It was after 7 pm – I had been in the bathtub for over 8 hours, and had no recollection of the previous 6. It felt like I was detached from my body and couldn’t control it. After making an effort, I managed to pull my right hand out of the water. It was like some monster, alien hand – swollen and severely wrinkled so it almost looked like the skin was falling off of it, blue-grey in color with blue fingernails. I then tried lifting my left leg, and after a lot of effort managed to get it out of the water, but then my calf muscle cramped for what felt like an eternity. It was exceedingly painful, and I screamed.
After a lot of excruciating effort, I finally managed to stand up in the tub. As soon as I did that, I felt so lightheaded that I almost passed out and fell right back in. I grabbed a shower curtain rod and luckily, it held. After more excruciating effort, I managed to get out of the tub, one arm and one leg at a time. I remember holding on to the bathroom sink for balance (and dear life!), looking at myself in the mirror, and barely recognizing myself. My face was red and swollen, my pupils were fully dilated, and my lips were blue. I looked down and saw that my stomach was swollen like it’s about to burst. I had no urge to go to the bathroom, but made it to the toilet anyway, and after a few minutes of trying urine started to flow – painfully at first, but then it just kept going… and going… and doing… for a very long time. I knew that I didn’t drink that much fluids that day, so I figured I had to be dehydrated. I made it to the sink and drank as much as I could. Throughout all this, I was scared shitless, everything took a long time and felt like a herculean task.
I then headed for bed, which was no easy task either. It felt like I had very little control of my muscles, and was still very dizzy and lightheaded. Painfully slowly, holding on to walls and whatever else was in the way, I finally made it to bed. The next thing I remember was hallucinating like never before: the whole room was twisting, taking on different shapes, and objects in the room were twisting too, but independently. There were also lots of little light sparkles everywhere. I also noticed that I was breathing very rapidly and my heart was going a million miles a minute. My head also hurt, especially in the back, like someone hit with a brick or something. I shivered and trembled uncontrollably, and felt uncomfortable tingling sensations all over my body. I kept drifting away from reality and coming back to it again, and the one recurrent thought I remember was that I was going to die. There was also a paranoid thought for a while that I was already dead, having drowned in the bathtub hours earlier.
Sometime later, I managed to grab the tablet and eventually managed to type in “amphetamine overdose” into Google with my trembling fingers. My brain was pretty scrambled and my vision was blurry, so I didn’t get very much out of it, except that “"Amphetamine overdose is often fatal", which sure as fuck didn’t make me feel any better.
As more time passed (probably a few hours), I slowly began to realize that things were gradually getting better. Oh, I was still screwed six ways from Sunday, and in a shitton of pain, but at least the hallucinations went away, and my fingernails returned to something resembling a normal color. The next morning I managed to call in sick at work and even sound somewhat coherent on the phone. This was the beginning of a very gradual return to something vaguely resembling normalcy, but I don’t think I’m quite out of the woods yet.
Basically, it’s now been over 60 hours since I’ve ingested the dose, and I’m still high, but at gradually declining levels. Am I getting close to the world record for the longest high on a single dose? This is what I imagined it would be like when I first took the dose – I’m feeling energetic, alert, able to concentrate, finally. But I almost intuitively feel the enormous stress I put my body through with this little misadventure, and that when this shit finally wears off, it ain’t going to be pretty. Still, I just want it to end and get back to normal life. I appreciate it a lot more now.
Any advice for the post-OD home care? I’ve been doing my best to hydrate and nourish myself throughout all this, but I know I’ve been getting very little in the way of exercise or sleep (0 hours the first night, 3 hours the second). There are also a couple of beers in the fridge which are really tempting me, but I read somewhere that combining amph and alcohol is not a good idea.
Finally, what’s the lesson learned here? Obviously, I fucked up the dosage and shouldn’t have done this alone, but I think the main take-home message is that amphetamine needs to be respected, or it can kill, whether directly or indirectly, like drowning in the bathtub. I’ve had a few other bad trips… but nothing that comes even remotely close to this. I honestly had NO idea that amphetamine (at what I thought was a reasonable dose) could fuck me up this bad.
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