^ excessive use of nitrous oxide (and I think your use would count as that) causes vitamin b12 deficiency, but it is not inherently neurotoxic. you should stop using it like that anyway, and get your blood checked.
I'm not trying to be a dick, but maybe you should just strive towards not needing to get high dissociatives every single day. Pretty much anything is going to be bad for you when used that excessively.Damn. Thanks for the recommendation. I'll heed your advice and get a comprehensive metabolic panel requested, forthwith.
Must I stop using nitrous oxide, though? I find it has an antidepressant and anxiolytic effect—perhaps this is just imaginary. Is there any alternative dissociative you or anyone can suggest to replace the nitrous oxide, in the event that I must abstain from its use?
I'm not trying to be a dick
but maybe you should just strive towards not needing to get high dissociatives every single day. Pretty much anything is going to be bad for you when used that excessively.
On the subject of ketamine, is it really worth the blobs of metabolites that precipitate in the tubules of your kidneys and block them? I'm thinking no. I would actually think that nitrous was the best dissociative, due to it's lack of kidney damaging metabolites, but it's short duration and high cost make it impractical. If only there was a way to make nitrous into a solid material.
Nom de Plume, what a beautiful post
You're not being a dick, imo. But if you were, I may not like it much, but I'll still defend your right to say whatever you wish however you want. So say what thou wilt, I opine.
Well, while I concur, I still think, drugs or no drugs, I'll only end up a sick and dying, barely sentient shell of my former self, one day uncomfortably soon. Just a debilitated and devitalized effigy of a once hearty and vigorous being, dying a painfully protracted death with cachexia and utter regret, and soon left putrefying in a cold, dark grave with my only company being the malodorous scent of my own putrefaction's cadaverine and the carrion beetles that crawl through my corpse like a maze made of meat. Dumped in dirt and consumed by microorganisms, until the only sign I ever lived is a residue of leftover bones and a flock of buzzing blow flies and blanket of rapacious maggots.
Senescence is like the audible tick of a clock; each click of each tick tantamount to each huff of every respiration or thump of every heart beat. Eventually, like that clock, the battery runs low, the tick grows slower, and slower, until it ceases to tick any longer. How annoying that ticking was while it ticked, yet how saddening that silence of its malfunction can be.
Oh, pardon me for such a digression. I'm simply drunk and addlepated with a mild dose of a PCP analogue borne of my own manufacture.
I recently learned what a k hole is and it sounds a lot like ego death. My first time taking ayahuasca I experienced ego death. I remembered who I thought I was before the trip but also came to realize that I'm the universe. I would say I'm God but people call me crazy. Up until this point I was just an atheist but now psychedelics, particularly DMT, play a very key part in my spirituality. Is ketamine anything like this? My psychological harm and addiction from DXM as a teenager and stories about PCP turning people into cannibals made me think disassociatives could have no positive affect, but after watching this documentary on ketamine it looks like something that might be positive.
But you can't be God, I am. I remembered that when I was on MXE and almost caused the universe to cease to exist.