omg yes.....
my first trip ever. i still to this day don't know what the hell it was. i was young, stupid, naive. i had only smoked pot before this. i was told i would be rolling and that it would be the best time of my life. my boyfriend got the pills, they were clear capsules with white powder in it. i got second thoughts right before and didn't want to take it. i was at a halloween party and i only knew my boyfriend and maybe 2 other people. he took his so i was like screw it *gulp.* i remember hitting a bowl and then i started to feel extremely happy.. overwhelmingly happy. i went outside for some fresh air. eventually the houses across the street started waving back and forth. i puked on the sidewalk so the person who owned the house had me move to the back porch. from there i do not remember anything except a magnificent trip that i don't think most people could ever imagine!
unfortunately it wasn't so magnificent for the people at the party. i was kicking, non stop screaming as loud as i could, scratching at my face, spinning around on the kitchen floor, knocking beer over... etc... someone decided to take me to the hospital, i kicked and screamed the entire time. i kicked some guy (the driver) in the face and gave him a black eye. they dropped my boyfriend and i off at a hospital, he went inside to get help while tripping his fucking balls off (he later told me the tiles were coming up off the floor and he was sitting there with his arm out trying to catch them.)
anyway, the doctors came out and i was under a bench scratching at my face. it took a couple of them to get me inside and i fought the entire time. (i was soo petite, and not even 5') i woke up strapped to a hospital bed. i asked the nurse to take off the restraints and she was like "no honey they have to stay on" ..she was talking to me like i was an idiot. i kind of shrugged it off like it was nothing. they asked me if i knew why i was there and i told them "because i was in a car accident" (i was, 3 months prior) my parents came and they were livid. i assured them it was alright because i was just getting a piss test for the car accident. i really felt as if everything was fine and this was all procedure for the car accident. that is until my dad said "you don't have to lie, your boyfriend is out there with the cops right now, we know you took something" -- it all sunk it. that wasn't just a dream, and i was in big shit.
i spent the night at a toxicology unit in harrisburg. mom knew i'd hate that, plus the doctor was filling her head with crazy talk saying i could start tripping again later in the night...
all i know is i tested positive for a lot of drugs, when all i did was smoke pot and take that pill. i remember my dad asking me if i did heroin, because the dr told him i tested positive for it. i don't think he ever believed me.
sorry for rambling, i'm pretty stoned and love telling that story haha. after this i was grounded for a very long time. when i smoked pot for the first time after i had a massive panic attack. i thought i was tripping again, and that i'd have to go to the hospital. but i didn't want to disappoint my parents again so i didn't go to the hospital. i had panic attacks regularly after that for a long time