A few months ago, a good friend from France sent me a message on Facebook and told me that he is gonna spend a day in the city where Im living. I was very glad to hear that because I havent seen him for quite a while. I also remotely remembered that theres a OTC cough medicicine in France that contains both codeine and ethylmorphine (10 mg of each in each pill, one box contains 15 pills). As Ive always wanted to try codeine but never had the chance to do that, I asked him to bring me two boxes. Actually, I called him and begged for it ("Cant wait to see you! And dont forget to bring the pills!"). Ive only had bad experiences with opiates or opiate-like drugs before: Kratom never gave me anything but huge nausea and oxycontin had the same effect - just with some nice social paranoia added. So from a mere rational standpoint there was really no reason to "order" this, but yeah, I just like to get fucked up.
Said and done: A few days later I invited my girlfriend over and told her about my plan. I read a little bit about codeine on the internet before and I decided that a good starting dose would be 140 mgs for her and around twice as much for me (shes very sensitive do every kind of drug and I usually need a little more than my friends). I read this one "instruction" on codeine that recommends starting between 30-60 mgs, but given many reports that speak of dosages far above 400 mgs and given the fact that I only had two boxes (30 pills altogether) and thus not the capacities to "work myself up", I neglected the saying "sometimes less is more" and was clearly on the "more is better!" side . So I took 13, she took 7 of these red-coated, innocently looking pills and we layed down and cuddled for a little while.
After around 20 minutes, I felt a slight feeling of heaviness - neither good nor bad, but I noticed the drug kicking in, and I was excited about what was still about to come. My girlfriend didnt feel anything yet, but we figured it was due to her relatively low dosage. The "heavy" feeling became increasingly more noticable and suddenly I needed to scratch my head. Now, Ive read and heard many stories about the itchyness of opiates, but I didnt really pay attention to these warnings - a little itchiness isnt exactly the kind of side effect a regular drug user is worried about (compared to death caused by respiratory disfunction or dehydration). At first I tried to resist, but I soon realized that even a really strong will couldnt compete with the urge to scratch me all over my body - and my will is among the weakest in the world anyway.
Well, I scratched myself. And scratched myself. And kept on scratching myself. I couldnt stop. It was EVERYWHERE. Though the headskin was the most itching area, I scratched myself on the arms, legs, belly, back (as far as I could reach it) and face. Luckily, there was only one short moment where I wanted to scratch myself down there, but I resisted and it went away. This went on for around 10 minutes, and if I wasnt a passionated nail-biter and had literally no fingernails, this hadnt only become a quite itchy and pukey, but also a tremendously bloody night. Despite the quite miserable appearence I made, writhing around in my bed and moving my hands and arms in an erratic manner, I have to admit that the temporary relief of the itch felt AWESOME and satisfying (however short lasting the relief was).
While I was busy removing my first skin layer, my girlfriend began noticing the first effects and told me that everything felt "slow" for her and that my movements were making her nervous. Since it was also her first time on opiates, I really didnt want to ruin her trip and I tried to stop scratching for a few minutes. Surprisingly I managed to control myself a little bit and we talked.
I felt the codeine-hydromorphine mix heavier and heavier now and my stomach gave me the clear information that it didnt really like this stuff. As mentioned before, opiates always gave me a more or less nauseous feeling, so I wasnt surprised, as I thought it was only a matter of time for that. I tried to get up in order to get some vomit-bags, "just in case" (my girlfriend also reported nausea). So I got the bags from the kitchen, which was harder that expected, as I felt like I had gained 200 lbs and my legs consisted of pudding.
No itching anymore for both of us, but now the nausea started to get really intense. Both of us were unable to talk or do anything else; we were passively lying on a small matress, feeling sick and miserable. When I was lying there, patiently awaiting the drug to leave my body, I remembered a friend who told me that after snorting a line of heroin, she got the worst nausea of her life and didnt enjoy it at all. So, when we were lying there, we both realized that opiates are really not something to be further explored.
There was literally NOTHING of the feeling that could at least lead to a slight chance of reconciliation with this drug. The supposed "feeling of relaxation" was so much interconnected with the nausea that there wasnt anything remotely enjoyable about it. As the night progressed and the nausea got unbearable, I took the plastic bag next to my bed and vomited. Unsatisfied with the result ("damn it, nothing comes out!"), I used the good old, success-proved option to help my stomach a little bit by sticking my right middlefinger in my throat as deep as possible (respectively as long as it was). "Now here we go", I was thinking when a huge amount of fairly liquid vomit left my body and entered the bag. About five times later (my finger's assistance wasnt needed anymore at that point), the bag was almost full and I got a little worried, my stomach was empty, and even though I noticed that it was still quite angry at me for feeding him with these pills, it calmed down a little bit.
My girlfriend still wasnt at the level as I was at and I was hoping that the wouldnt get there. She didnt look too bad and I thought that she could make the night without any more puking action. Well, the attentive reader might get a feeling where this is going to: The exact point where I started to feel less awful and was ready to nod out, my girlfriend's stomach wasnt really happy with my plan and she told me that she needs to vomit as well. I got her another bag from the kitchen and even though it didnt reach the same volume as mine, a big amout of partly digested, partly not-really-digested food left her body (unfortunatly through the wrong exit).
When all this happended, I was so utterly fucked up that I knew that I couldnt support her anymore, not even mentally (talking made me sick again). I wanted to say something like "it's getting better soon baby, really!", but first of all I couldnt, and second I was doubting the amount of truth in this statement. So after both of us puked and one of us made the obligatory statement "Im done with drugs, really!" (not me, Ive been over this for quite a while - history has proven me a liar too many times), I fell in a weird, but not unpleasant state between sleep and wakeness and was happy that the worst part of the night seemed to be over. My girlfriend also seemed better, and even though both of us woke up several times during the night and my girlfriend still felt sick in the early morning, when we got up in the early noon around 11 am, our first codeine experience was over. I even noticed some pleasant aftereffects and was generally in a good mood the whole day. Soooooo... maybe we can say, "at least something", it wasnt totally in vain. And isnt the experience itself worth living through it and learn from it, in order to become a mature and reasonable drug user?, I said to myself. Haha.
Said and done: A few days later I invited my girlfriend over and told her about my plan. I read a little bit about codeine on the internet before and I decided that a good starting dose would be 140 mgs for her and around twice as much for me (shes very sensitive do every kind of drug and I usually need a little more than my friends). I read this one "instruction" on codeine that recommends starting between 30-60 mgs, but given many reports that speak of dosages far above 400 mgs and given the fact that I only had two boxes (30 pills altogether) and thus not the capacities to "work myself up", I neglected the saying "sometimes less is more" and was clearly on the "more is better!" side . So I took 13, she took 7 of these red-coated, innocently looking pills and we layed down and cuddled for a little while.
After around 20 minutes, I felt a slight feeling of heaviness - neither good nor bad, but I noticed the drug kicking in, and I was excited about what was still about to come. My girlfriend didnt feel anything yet, but we figured it was due to her relatively low dosage. The "heavy" feeling became increasingly more noticable and suddenly I needed to scratch my head. Now, Ive read and heard many stories about the itchyness of opiates, but I didnt really pay attention to these warnings - a little itchiness isnt exactly the kind of side effect a regular drug user is worried about (compared to death caused by respiratory disfunction or dehydration). At first I tried to resist, but I soon realized that even a really strong will couldnt compete with the urge to scratch me all over my body - and my will is among the weakest in the world anyway.
Well, I scratched myself. And scratched myself. And kept on scratching myself. I couldnt stop. It was EVERYWHERE. Though the headskin was the most itching area, I scratched myself on the arms, legs, belly, back (as far as I could reach it) and face. Luckily, there was only one short moment where I wanted to scratch myself down there, but I resisted and it went away. This went on for around 10 minutes, and if I wasnt a passionated nail-biter and had literally no fingernails, this hadnt only become a quite itchy and pukey, but also a tremendously bloody night. Despite the quite miserable appearence I made, writhing around in my bed and moving my hands and arms in an erratic manner, I have to admit that the temporary relief of the itch felt AWESOME and satisfying (however short lasting the relief was).
While I was busy removing my first skin layer, my girlfriend began noticing the first effects and told me that everything felt "slow" for her and that my movements were making her nervous. Since it was also her first time on opiates, I really didnt want to ruin her trip and I tried to stop scratching for a few minutes. Surprisingly I managed to control myself a little bit and we talked.
I felt the codeine-hydromorphine mix heavier and heavier now and my stomach gave me the clear information that it didnt really like this stuff. As mentioned before, opiates always gave me a more or less nauseous feeling, so I wasnt surprised, as I thought it was only a matter of time for that. I tried to get up in order to get some vomit-bags, "just in case" (my girlfriend also reported nausea). So I got the bags from the kitchen, which was harder that expected, as I felt like I had gained 200 lbs and my legs consisted of pudding.
No itching anymore for both of us, but now the nausea started to get really intense. Both of us were unable to talk or do anything else; we were passively lying on a small matress, feeling sick and miserable. When I was lying there, patiently awaiting the drug to leave my body, I remembered a friend who told me that after snorting a line of heroin, she got the worst nausea of her life and didnt enjoy it at all. So, when we were lying there, we both realized that opiates are really not something to be further explored.
There was literally NOTHING of the feeling that could at least lead to a slight chance of reconciliation with this drug. The supposed "feeling of relaxation" was so much interconnected with the nausea that there wasnt anything remotely enjoyable about it. As the night progressed and the nausea got unbearable, I took the plastic bag next to my bed and vomited. Unsatisfied with the result ("damn it, nothing comes out!"), I used the good old, success-proved option to help my stomach a little bit by sticking my right middlefinger in my throat as deep as possible (respectively as long as it was). "Now here we go", I was thinking when a huge amount of fairly liquid vomit left my body and entered the bag. About five times later (my finger's assistance wasnt needed anymore at that point), the bag was almost full and I got a little worried, my stomach was empty, and even though I noticed that it was still quite angry at me for feeding him with these pills, it calmed down a little bit.
My girlfriend still wasnt at the level as I was at and I was hoping that the wouldnt get there. She didnt look too bad and I thought that she could make the night without any more puking action. Well, the attentive reader might get a feeling where this is going to: The exact point where I started to feel less awful and was ready to nod out, my girlfriend's stomach wasnt really happy with my plan and she told me that she needs to vomit as well. I got her another bag from the kitchen and even though it didnt reach the same volume as mine, a big amout of partly digested, partly not-really-digested food left her body (unfortunatly through the wrong exit).
When all this happended, I was so utterly fucked up that I knew that I couldnt support her anymore, not even mentally (talking made me sick again). I wanted to say something like "it's getting better soon baby, really!", but first of all I couldnt, and second I was doubting the amount of truth in this statement. So after both of us puked and one of us made the obligatory statement "Im done with drugs, really!" (not me, Ive been over this for quite a while - history has proven me a liar too many times), I fell in a weird, but not unpleasant state between sleep and wakeness and was happy that the worst part of the night seemed to be over. My girlfriend also seemed better, and even though both of us woke up several times during the night and my girlfriend still felt sick in the early morning, when we got up in the early noon around 11 am, our first codeine experience was over. I even noticed some pleasant aftereffects and was generally in a good mood the whole day. Soooooo... maybe we can say, "at least something", it wasnt totally in vain. And isnt the experience itself worth living through it and learn from it, in order to become a mature and reasonable drug user?, I said to myself. Haha.
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