cilosyb
Bluelighter
Due to the fact that I'm on probation and had been sober for months, I decided to do what I had decided against several months ago. DXM. This would be my third time taking it. My two previous times I had taken 300mgs. It made me feel really zombified and strange in every sense of the word, as well as horribly itchy. However I really enjoyed listening to music and found out how to deal with most of the neg side effects, but I still said it would be awhile before I took entire bottles of cough pills again.
Last weekend me and a friend of mine, who'll well call C, decided to go camping. Earlier that day we had stopped and picked up three bottles of Robotussin Cough Gels. Each bottle contains 300mgs of "the good stuff".
On our way to the yet-to-be-determined campsite, I ingested two bottles and C took one. This was his first time, and he really wasn't to keen on why someone would take an entire bottle of cough pills, but he said if I did it he would too. We stopped to get some food, tent, etc and my friend drank a couple beers.
We drive around in the mountains for awhile and finally decide to basically camp in the road. At this point it is probably +1hr since we took the pills. I wasn't feeling anything but normal, but my friend felt quite the opposite. After getting the tent set up we chill and listen to some Floyd which was on the radio. My friend was like "Whoa, this music is fuckin weird!" and I must agree, it was. I kept thinking I was starting to feel it but after awhile I would give up on it until I placebo'd myself again. C was defiantly getting out there, and decided this shit was too weird and tried to go to sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes he started saying "Fuck I'm spinning! I can't close my eyes or I get fucked!" This went on for probably 5 minutes until I think he passed out. At this point I would estimate that we had taken the pills about 1hr45min-2hrs ago. I still wasn't feeling anything, but C clearly was. I remembered my previous come ups taking awhile but not this long. I decided that maybe some beer would help kick it in, as that certainly seemed the case for my friend. So I drank a beer and ate some food and waited.
And waited. I decided to go for a walk and thats when shit started happening. I started to feel itchy all over. I had a pretty intense body load. While I was walking I decided to lay down, and after doing this and closing my eyes I felt like every part of my body was spinning in a different direction while my whole body was also falling and spinning. Very fucked up feeling. I had a flashlight, and if I moved it around I would see tracers which would morph into all kinds of really weird looking shit, like aliens or some shit. This is when things start to get fuzzy. I remember some things but defiantly not everything.
After this adventure I decide to return to camp. My walking felt really fucked up. I got into my car and sat and listened to all kinds of music. At this time I was HORRIBLY itchy. I would scratch and rub myself all over and it just made it worse. I remember feeling like the itch was underneath a glass shell on the outside of myself and the itch couldn't be relieved; only aggravated. The only thing that would help was to not touch any part of my body. This more difficult than one might imagine. Every time a part of me brushed up against something I would start itching. Luckily I had also packed some benadryl earlier in case this happened, and took three. I started not to feel so great at all. I decided to go to sleep.
Instead I just layed there and listened to some strange shit which I don't remember. I started to progressively feel shittier as time went by. I was getting hot, EXTREMELY itchy...it was very uncomfortable, something I wish on no one!
When I decided to give into to scratching I wouldn't stop! I must have looked like a madman because I was really going to town on myself. I had an enormous body load...I felt all heavy and puffed up and shit. It was fucking horrible. I would get really intense hot flashes during which I would start sweating profusely. I was having trouble breathing, or at least I thought I was, all I know is I felt terrible! I felt like I was burnin up, all sweaty and !!ITCHY!! and spinning, and I started to puke. Not very pleasant but it was somewhat of a relief. I kept puking for awhile, and it was the same cycle every time - I would start getting excruciating itches, followed by a hot flash in which I would felt like I couldn't breath accompanied by heavy duty sweating, and finally puking. This went on for awhile. I recall puking several times but nothing coming up. Don't we all love that.
I was getting worried. I defiantly didn't feel like I was getting better. I has practically drenched in my own sweat. A lot of what happened beyond this point was told to me the next day. I had a vague memory of most of it but that was it. I woke up C and told him I was puking and shit. He awoke, aggressively inquiring: "You didn't get it in the tent did you!?". To which I replied "I don't think so". Then I started basically yelling at him, I guess, "DUDE I'M FUCKED UP! I'm fuckin burnin up man! I think I'm gonna die!!", as well as some other strange shit which didn't make any sense to him. I believe I was attempting to describe what I had been experiencing earlier.
This made him very worried very quickly. I asked "DUDE HOW DO I LOOK!?" and shined my flashlight at myself. According to him, I looked like fucking hell. I was indeed very puffed up, to the point where my eyes were barley visible, my skin was red, I had sweat running down my face, and my voice "sounded like the fucking devil". My friend somehow managed to get me calmed down and I told him I wasn't going to die, and he remarked about how he heard of someone having an OD on cold pills who had a similar experience but was fine. That person was actually someone I knew fairly well who had taken some ungodly amount of CCC and as taken to the hospital.
I think the benadrly may have started working at this point because I do remember waking up the next morning which of course means I fell asleep the night before. I sure as fuck don't remember though. The last thing I remember is puking again after talking to my friend.
I felt like absolute shit when I got up the next day. I was severely dehydrated, had stomach juice sitting in my throat and mouth all night, and had most other general hangover symptoms. I will never, ever take DXM again. Even the recommended dosage in a legitimate situation. I know some people really dig this shit but I would much sooner play rochambo with my feet tied than try to get 'high' on cough pills again. I'm not sure if I'm allergic or what but my body was NOT meant for that molecule. I hope those who have read all the way through this have gained some insight to this substance and its possible effects. Be safe and start small with this stuff. It can really be hell.
Last weekend me and a friend of mine, who'll well call C, decided to go camping. Earlier that day we had stopped and picked up three bottles of Robotussin Cough Gels. Each bottle contains 300mgs of "the good stuff".
On our way to the yet-to-be-determined campsite, I ingested two bottles and C took one. This was his first time, and he really wasn't to keen on why someone would take an entire bottle of cough pills, but he said if I did it he would too. We stopped to get some food, tent, etc and my friend drank a couple beers.
We drive around in the mountains for awhile and finally decide to basically camp in the road. At this point it is probably +1hr since we took the pills. I wasn't feeling anything but normal, but my friend felt quite the opposite. After getting the tent set up we chill and listen to some Floyd which was on the radio. My friend was like "Whoa, this music is fuckin weird!" and I must agree, it was. I kept thinking I was starting to feel it but after awhile I would give up on it until I placebo'd myself again. C was defiantly getting out there, and decided this shit was too weird and tried to go to sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes he started saying "Fuck I'm spinning! I can't close my eyes or I get fucked!" This went on for probably 5 minutes until I think he passed out. At this point I would estimate that we had taken the pills about 1hr45min-2hrs ago. I still wasn't feeling anything, but C clearly was. I remembered my previous come ups taking awhile but not this long. I decided that maybe some beer would help kick it in, as that certainly seemed the case for my friend. So I drank a beer and ate some food and waited.
And waited. I decided to go for a walk and thats when shit started happening. I started to feel itchy all over. I had a pretty intense body load. While I was walking I decided to lay down, and after doing this and closing my eyes I felt like every part of my body was spinning in a different direction while my whole body was also falling and spinning. Very fucked up feeling. I had a flashlight, and if I moved it around I would see tracers which would morph into all kinds of really weird looking shit, like aliens or some shit. This is when things start to get fuzzy. I remember some things but defiantly not everything.
After this adventure I decide to return to camp. My walking felt really fucked up. I got into my car and sat and listened to all kinds of music. At this time I was HORRIBLY itchy. I would scratch and rub myself all over and it just made it worse. I remember feeling like the itch was underneath a glass shell on the outside of myself and the itch couldn't be relieved; only aggravated. The only thing that would help was to not touch any part of my body. This more difficult than one might imagine. Every time a part of me brushed up against something I would start itching. Luckily I had also packed some benadryl earlier in case this happened, and took three. I started not to feel so great at all. I decided to go to sleep.
Instead I just layed there and listened to some strange shit which I don't remember. I started to progressively feel shittier as time went by. I was getting hot, EXTREMELY itchy...it was very uncomfortable, something I wish on no one!
When I decided to give into to scratching I wouldn't stop! I must have looked like a madman because I was really going to town on myself. I had an enormous body load...I felt all heavy and puffed up and shit. It was fucking horrible. I would get really intense hot flashes during which I would start sweating profusely. I was having trouble breathing, or at least I thought I was, all I know is I felt terrible! I felt like I was burnin up, all sweaty and !!ITCHY!! and spinning, and I started to puke. Not very pleasant but it was somewhat of a relief. I kept puking for awhile, and it was the same cycle every time - I would start getting excruciating itches, followed by a hot flash in which I would felt like I couldn't breath accompanied by heavy duty sweating, and finally puking. This went on for awhile. I recall puking several times but nothing coming up. Don't we all love that. I was getting worried. I defiantly didn't feel like I was getting better. I has practically drenched in my own sweat. A lot of what happened beyond this point was told to me the next day. I had a vague memory of most of it but that was it. I woke up C and told him I was puking and shit. He awoke, aggressively inquiring: "You didn't get it in the tent did you!?". To which I replied "I don't think so". Then I started basically yelling at him, I guess, "DUDE I'M FUCKED UP! I'm fuckin burnin up man! I think I'm gonna die!!", as well as some other strange shit which didn't make any sense to him. I believe I was attempting to describe what I had been experiencing earlier.
This made him very worried very quickly. I asked "DUDE HOW DO I LOOK!?" and shined my flashlight at myself. According to him, I looked like fucking hell. I was indeed very puffed up, to the point where my eyes were barley visible, my skin was red, I had sweat running down my face, and my voice "sounded like the fucking devil". My friend somehow managed to get me calmed down and I told him I wasn't going to die, and he remarked about how he heard of someone having an OD on cold pills who had a similar experience but was fine. That person was actually someone I knew fairly well who had taken some ungodly amount of CCC and as taken to the hospital.
I think the benadrly may have started working at this point because I do remember waking up the next morning which of course means I fell asleep the night before. I sure as fuck don't remember though. The last thing I remember is puking again after talking to my friend.
I felt like absolute shit when I got up the next day. I was severely dehydrated, had stomach juice sitting in my throat and mouth all night, and had most other general hangover symptoms. I will never, ever take DXM again. Even the recommended dosage in a legitimate situation. I know some people really dig this shit but I would much sooner play rochambo with my feet tied than try to get 'high' on cough pills again. I'm not sure if I'm allergic or what but my body was NOT meant for that molecule. I hope those who have read all the way through this have gained some insight to this substance and its possible effects. Be safe and start small with this stuff. It can really be hell.
