It all started on Saturday, well actually now that I remember, Friday. I did 1/2 a tab of Acid on Friday night, and did an all nighter. It was all we had left, and I wasn't hoping for a serious trip, just a good night.
The next day we got some Speed, which I strongly believe was Methamphetamine, and possibly quite pure. We got a lot of it, seeing as we had a massive weekend coming up, and over a dozen of our friends were after some of it too. When we picked it up, I had (from the ratio of what we paid) approximately $25 worth as a free lick. It was very good indeed, much stronger than any other stuff we had had.
Fast forward to midnight that night after a whole night of raging which although I don't remember, included about another $25-$50 worth throughout the night at the most I would say - plus a whole heap of drinks and marijuana. We got back and a friend of mine who has an insane tolerance scooped me a big lump out of the bag. I thought it was a lot but he assured me I would be okay, and he did an equally large amount.
I was fine, no overdose effect for the first 2 days, just really energetic and non-stop parting. When I asked how much I had, due to doing 2 all nighters and still not feeling remotely sleepy, my friend laughed and said "you must have had at least a 1/2 gram, probably quite a bit more than $100 worth". Something along those lines anyway...
Well that night was horrible, I had heart palpitations, couldn't sleep, became paralized and my internals felt like they were twitching. I had lots of pressure on my heart, and also on my lungs (sharper pains) and my kidneys/liver seemed to be noticably twitching. It got worse throughout the night, as all of my friends were asleep and I still had not slept for 3 days and mentally 100% awake but physically paralized and in pain.
Skip forward a whole day of agony, not leaving the bed for over 24 hours (even to go to the toilet, I couldn't do it). I was being waited on and managed to drink one glass of sugary water (literally sugar in water haha) over the day, although I did drink about 100 Litres the night before.
I ended up sleeping for a couple hours after getting my friends to drive somewhere to get sleeping tablets (Diazepam) and woke up at 5:30 in the morning. I felt alright, well still really shit, but it was a better feeling. Too bad it came back that night and I couldn't sleep, heart/lungs/stomach etc. started hurting, and I was wide awake and as my friends said "still chopt".
I ended up getting a friend of mine to drive me to the hospital... I feel like a wuss but I couldn't handle a repeat of the night before. So now it's Thursday, and I feel really down, depressed, had to take more sleeping tablets to sleep last night and woke up throughout the night with an asthma attack.
Is this still Anxiety from the comedown? Friday-Thursday, that's almost a week and I am still shallow on breath and feeling quite weak. The only thing that's keeping me sane is knowing that the nurse fully checked me out and said I'm fine in every way physically.
None of my friends had this, so maybe I REALLY overdid it?
The next day we got some Speed, which I strongly believe was Methamphetamine, and possibly quite pure. We got a lot of it, seeing as we had a massive weekend coming up, and over a dozen of our friends were after some of it too. When we picked it up, I had (from the ratio of what we paid) approximately $25 worth as a free lick. It was very good indeed, much stronger than any other stuff we had had.
Fast forward to midnight that night after a whole night of raging which although I don't remember, included about another $25-$50 worth throughout the night at the most I would say - plus a whole heap of drinks and marijuana. We got back and a friend of mine who has an insane tolerance scooped me a big lump out of the bag. I thought it was a lot but he assured me I would be okay, and he did an equally large amount.
I was fine, no overdose effect for the first 2 days, just really energetic and non-stop parting. When I asked how much I had, due to doing 2 all nighters and still not feeling remotely sleepy, my friend laughed and said "you must have had at least a 1/2 gram, probably quite a bit more than $100 worth". Something along those lines anyway...
Well that night was horrible, I had heart palpitations, couldn't sleep, became paralized and my internals felt like they were twitching. I had lots of pressure on my heart, and also on my lungs (sharper pains) and my kidneys/liver seemed to be noticably twitching. It got worse throughout the night, as all of my friends were asleep and I still had not slept for 3 days and mentally 100% awake but physically paralized and in pain.
Skip forward a whole day of agony, not leaving the bed for over 24 hours (even to go to the toilet, I couldn't do it). I was being waited on and managed to drink one glass of sugary water (literally sugar in water haha) over the day, although I did drink about 100 Litres the night before.
I ended up sleeping for a couple hours after getting my friends to drive somewhere to get sleeping tablets (Diazepam) and woke up at 5:30 in the morning. I felt alright, well still really shit, but it was a better feeling. Too bad it came back that night and I couldn't sleep, heart/lungs/stomach etc. started hurting, and I was wide awake and as my friends said "still chopt".
I ended up getting a friend of mine to drive me to the hospital... I feel like a wuss but I couldn't handle a repeat of the night before. So now it's Thursday, and I feel really down, depressed, had to take more sleeping tablets to sleep last night and woke up throughout the night with an asthma attack.
Is this still Anxiety from the comedown? Friday-Thursday, that's almost a week and I am still shallow on breath and feeling quite weak. The only thing that's keeping me sane is knowing that the nurse fully checked me out and said I'm fine in every way physically.
None of my friends had this, so maybe I REALLY overdid it?
