Here is my caffine tale of mindless stupidity:
Over the course of one evening at a party I ingested around about 15 caffine pills (100mg) along with a large quantity of alchohol... Since I had an early start at work the next morning my plan was to use the caffine to remain awake and prevent fatigue. Of course I had not set out to take 15 of the fuckers, but the chaotic atmosphere and evil drinks meant that I did't maintain a responsible tally of my dose. Regardless, the effects of the mix were quite euphoric for the duration of the evening, however the next day was hell. First I found myself feeling cold and weak, and experiencing dizziness whenever I stood up suddenly. I attributed this to tiredness due to lack of sleep, so I took more caffine (I lose count at this stage). Once at work, I still found myself feeling down, so another couple of tablets were downed. About an hour later I noticed signs of serious paranoia... It started quite subtly at first, I just became a little worried at my heart rate. Quickly this became an obsession, compounded by the fact my heart really was beating at an insane rate. I was gripped by an insane anxiety which verged on total panic, and could not stop shaking. My stomach was perpetually clenched, and by breathing became quick and shallow. It took a lot of effort not to hyperventalate and pass out. I was freezing and coated in sweat. Needless to say, I was a complete mess. I made some contrived excuse about illness and left work quickly to go home. On the way I vomited several times (in public, which did nothing for my mental state) The entire time I was struggling to hold myself together, and I was to paranoid to tell anybody what I had done. Once home I spent the next 24 hours sitting on my bed, rocking back and forth, completely certain I was going to have a heart attack any second. Its the most gripping irrational fear I have ever experienced...
While I am not much of a psychonaut, that was definetly the worst drug related experience of my life. It has left me with a lingering fear of a racing heart which I still am unable to fully shake. Stupid.
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The woods are dark and deep, and you have miles to go before you sleep...
[This message has been edited by -Thoth (edited 05 August 2001).]
