DXM-1st time-- not for me
My 1st (and only) encounter was probably the only stupid thing I did that came almost exclusively from Erowid. Erowid is such a great tool, I guess this time I got struck in the back for trying to get high. The details of the emotions that were present as two reasonably intelligent young people go on a horrific journey are pretty shady. Let's just say I was prolly out of pot for a few days and we really wanted a buzz and had no money for beans and no hook up for acid (of course).
We drive to a local supermarket to purchase 3 bottles of syrup around 9:00. One in a half for both my girlfriend "B" and I. Being an ex ephedrine user I mad every sure that the only ingredients were DXM and nothhing else. 300 mg of ephedrine doesn't sound fun. Unfortunately, the bottle that I drank had gufanessin in it yes I don't think that was what made this so horrible. We sit in parking lot with B exclaiming how much she has always loved the taste of this particular brand of cough syrup. I pretty sure we got 2 robo max strengths and 1 bottle of some kind of vicks. After the fairly easy drinking was done, we got out of our car and walked across the street to an arcade where we were to met a friend to give him his wallet. That goes down, we get back in the car and head toward the house at 9:30ish.
Some friends drive over and we chill out there and smoke a couple J's. About 10, B has stomach cramps and wants to go inside. I'm feling ok, till about 5 minutes later my stomach feels shitty too. My friends leave, I go inside and find B on the bed, not looking very good. Now.... I hate stomach problems. Usually I have a strong stomach but when it goes I can go apeshit. B has a huge pan (bad sign) just incase. The only thing I felt was upset stomach. Violentely upset like nothing I have ever felt. B had already puked the most wicked, undescribable kind of vomit and had her eyes closed, feeling much better at this point she says. I'm feeling like a fucking -10. I keep getting these hot, hot, hot... cold, cold, cold intense felelings and then I vomited. From the bed, to the hallway, to the living room. I feel like I'm going to die. For the 1st time I close my eyes and all I see is a big black "X". That's it. It looked like it was being repeatedy cut into a black cloth and changing distance from me. Not super impressive but I didn't care at all by that point. I really thought I was going to die. I called 911, I tell them what has happened (sort of) I say, "I've been really sick, I have an important vacation to go on soon and I 'accidentely' swallowed almost this whole bottle over the course of the night". Whatever. It flew. After I went to get the pill bottle, I came back feeling much relieved, and much more able feeling. the female 911 operaters voice seemed to calm me tremendously . I realize it is the sound of this that practcaly saved me from a complete panic attack basically. I tell her this, she says thanks (I guess) and says the peeps are still on the way
I'm fucked, my mom's home. I knew she was home but I never knew shit would be like this. I was outside in the driveway but for some reason B remember firemen in the house (there was an ambulance and fire truck.. go figure). I get into the ambulance and refuse saline. I feel 1000% better now. I realize, "hey, I'm tripping let's let go a litle". We chatted to the hospital, I never had a needle stuck in me or a cop questioned me. I actually think they believed my story. After I get released, Im sitting out in the waiting room and when I close my eyes I see this red brick fence going down and old scottish type looking field. This was pretty common for quite a while and very vivid and real. It was a CEV, of course. Same with that X. The next day I had one of the wprst hangover's I had ever had. Not as harah as an E hangover but more alien and out of it.
Obviously the gufanessin was a very main factor in my having a bad time, although it could have been worse. All I got was a 250 dollar ambulance ride and a very understanding mother (for the 1st time in my life!! thank goodness for divorce sometimes I suppose). NEVER AGAIN. That was the only time I have called 911/felt so shitty. I guess my 1st 2 stories weren't very responsible but you rememeber your follies very well. It happens.
peace- shubs
My 1st (and only) encounter was probably the only stupid thing I did that came almost exclusively from Erowid. Erowid is such a great tool, I guess this time I got struck in the back for trying to get high. The details of the emotions that were present as two reasonably intelligent young people go on a horrific journey are pretty shady. Let's just say I was prolly out of pot for a few days and we really wanted a buzz and had no money for beans and no hook up for acid (of course).
We drive to a local supermarket to purchase 3 bottles of syrup around 9:00. One in a half for both my girlfriend "B" and I. Being an ex ephedrine user I mad every sure that the only ingredients were DXM and nothhing else. 300 mg of ephedrine doesn't sound fun. Unfortunately, the bottle that I drank had gufanessin in it yes I don't think that was what made this so horrible. We sit in parking lot with B exclaiming how much she has always loved the taste of this particular brand of cough syrup. I pretty sure we got 2 robo max strengths and 1 bottle of some kind of vicks. After the fairly easy drinking was done, we got out of our car and walked across the street to an arcade where we were to met a friend to give him his wallet. That goes down, we get back in the car and head toward the house at 9:30ish.
Some friends drive over and we chill out there and smoke a couple J's. About 10, B has stomach cramps and wants to go inside. I'm feling ok, till about 5 minutes later my stomach feels shitty too. My friends leave, I go inside and find B on the bed, not looking very good. Now.... I hate stomach problems. Usually I have a strong stomach but when it goes I can go apeshit. B has a huge pan (bad sign) just incase. The only thing I felt was upset stomach. Violentely upset like nothing I have ever felt. B had already puked the most wicked, undescribable kind of vomit and had her eyes closed, feeling much better at this point she says. I'm feeling like a fucking -10. I keep getting these hot, hot, hot... cold, cold, cold intense felelings and then I vomited. From the bed, to the hallway, to the living room. I feel like I'm going to die. For the 1st time I close my eyes and all I see is a big black "X". That's it. It looked like it was being repeatedy cut into a black cloth and changing distance from me. Not super impressive but I didn't care at all by that point. I really thought I was going to die. I called 911, I tell them what has happened (sort of) I say, "I've been really sick, I have an important vacation to go on soon and I 'accidentely' swallowed almost this whole bottle over the course of the night". Whatever. It flew. After I went to get the pill bottle, I came back feeling much relieved, and much more able feeling. the female 911 operaters voice seemed to calm me tremendously . I realize it is the sound of this that practcaly saved me from a complete panic attack basically. I tell her this, she says thanks (I guess) and says the peeps are still on the way
I'm fucked, my mom's home. I knew she was home but I never knew shit would be like this. I was outside in the driveway but for some reason B remember firemen in the house (there was an ambulance and fire truck.. go figure). I get into the ambulance and refuse saline. I feel 1000% better now. I realize, "hey, I'm tripping let's let go a litle". We chatted to the hospital, I never had a needle stuck in me or a cop questioned me. I actually think they believed my story. After I get released, Im sitting out in the waiting room and when I close my eyes I see this red brick fence going down and old scottish type looking field. This was pretty common for quite a while and very vivid and real. It was a CEV, of course. Same with that X. The next day I had one of the wprst hangover's I had ever had. Not as harah as an E hangover but more alien and out of it.
Obviously the gufanessin was a very main factor in my having a bad time, although it could have been worse. All I got was a 250 dollar ambulance ride and a very understanding mother (for the 1st time in my life!! thank goodness for divorce sometimes I suppose). NEVER AGAIN. That was the only time I have called 911/felt so shitty. I guess my 1st 2 stories weren't very responsible but you rememeber your follies very well. It happens.
peace- shubs
