ok phase_dancer as you requested,
It was a friday night, I had purchased both a green (strong) and a yellow (weak strength) split pill. Far too much for my night ahead, but as I was dicked around the other two times I tried I wanted to plan ahead. I was feeling pretty confident about the night ahead especially since my religious awakening only two weeks ago. Things were going great in my life at the time, I had only just bought a house, I got promoted six months prior and my girlfriend was the most understanding woman I had ever met. But after this particular night I doubt that I have really been the same. Ideally I should have stopped after this night, but after making some important friends in my time of need I felt I had to come back and thank them.
I went into a dark place and picked out the yellow pill and swallowed it whole and munched of a little peice of the green one. I then went downstairs and went dancing with my bottle of water. What followed about twenty minutes later was some massive head thumps like a powerful migrane. Three in total about a minute apart. At this point starting to panic and I went upstairs. I visited the toilet and I checked to see how much MDxx I had consumed, I now knew that I had done something really bad. It seems that I got the pills mixed up because the UV light made the yellow look green and the green look yellow. I had eaten one strong pill and part of a weak one after only my third try of ecstasy.
I filled my bottle with water and started to drink despite previously knowing it was the wrong thing to do. I drank about 2 litres of water in very short period of time and it felt great, yet I never felt a drop. My body was rushing incredibly hard and I was close to freaking out. But I found the guy who I bought it from, he was sitting down and enjoying a great roll. This was the first time I had ever met him and since he was the only person I knew who was around me, I decided that this was the only person I could turn to.
I sat down beside him and said to him "I am in a bad way man". He did all the right things and I calmly talked to me, no doubt noticing the ridiculous amount of sweat I was releasing. I told him about my mistake and he informed that I had to relax because he himself had eaten two green splits so far that night and I just had to relax because I had drunk WAY TOO much water. I munched on some chewing gum that he gave me and fuck if it wasn't the best damn thing I had ever tasted. This really helped, along with the music. They were playing deep progressive tech/house on this floor and it felt just awesome. Some of those tracks that were played that night are now my own personal anthems, to this day they still sooth my soul and remind me no matter how bad things are I can still pull through. I occassionally got up and had the odd dance but I was continuously careful not to over exert myself.
When it came time to leave I was feeling rather ordinary and I walked to the train station. I was so screwed up I fell asleep on the train and I missed my station where I needed to pick up my connecting train. I slept all the way to the terminus and I had to catch another train back to the connecting station, I only just stayed awake enough to just get off at the right point. I caught the next train, I stayed on the train until it was just about to leave the terminus and head back into the city. Thankfully this was my real stop off and I got out with seconds to spare. Bare in mind all this mucking about took about two hours longer than it should have, but this was only the beginning of my travels.
Paranoia. Everybody was looking at me and I mean everybody. They knew my thoughts and I did nothing to hide it. Walking across the road to my car was a chellenge. The road was full of potholes that were filled with water and there were cars going back and forth at what felt a great rate. I was trying to walk across this road whilst trying to avoid stepping in the potholes, avoid the traffic and all the while whilst my stride was reduced to an Ozzy Osborne pace. I honestly don't know how I didn't get run over.
I get to my car and I have a snooze, a long one. When I wake up I decide that I have to take life into my own hands and drive home. I carefully drove home and I pulled over to the side of the road whenever I could to have a nap. This took seven hours, count them seven and that is not including the two I spent on the train. The days that followed, well I wept and I wept and I wept. I even went and had a blood test done because I thought I was in such a bad way. I squirmed like a little girl in the pathology room despite the nurse only using the tiniest of needles.
Wednesday came and the tests came up all clear and I felt great after that. The rest of the week I felt brilliant in fact, I had recovered from the worst few days of my life. The friday next I went and thanked everybody and I got into the exact things I shouldn't have again. I often wonder I would have been better off if the blood test showed up something minor, that way I would have the some of the health problems (although minor) I have now (which I blame on my pill/speed consumption).
Treat this stuff with respect kiddies. I now tell my friends that if they want to try MDxx out, don't do it any more that twice a year and never, never, never drink too much water. Because for me it was just that addictive.
