RaVePriNcesS
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coricidan - very experienced - collaberation of experiences
Intro: Okay, so I know that most of you might not agree with my style of posting, because it doesn't provide speficic times, dates, or even specific experiences. However, not many people post about coricidan (from what I've seen) and it's long-term effects. I believe that people should know what they're getting into when they try a new drug, an hopefully, somebody will understand coricidan a little bit more after reading this post.
--- This post will be a recap of an entire summer I spent doing coricidan. For 3 months straight I did coricidan nearly twice a week, at the least. ---
- Chemicals used: Coricidan alone most of the time. Also, sometimes mixed with marijuana.
- Administration: Always orally, don't know of any other way.
- Times: Unknown, ranges from June of 2001 to September of 2001.
- Dose: Started out at 6, and worked my way up to 19 at once.
It all started in June of 2001. I was working at my summer job for the 2nd year in a row, and I loved it. My coworkers were practically all moderate drug users, and I was too. My previous experiences had been with alcohol and Marijuana, but nothing else. One day, while my 18 year old manager was driving me home, he began discussing a new drug that he had found known as "coricidan". I asked what it was, and he told me it was cough and cold medicine that really fucks up your head if taken in fairly large doses. My first reaction was to laugh at him. I thought he was crazy for taking these pills. Why would anybody want to get fucked up off of cold medicine? But, he eventually talked about it soo much that I finally agreed to try it.
First time ----
I was at work, and S (the kid I reffered to earlier) brought me into the back to show me that he'd stolen some Coricidan. He gave me six of these little pink pills and told me to go into the bathroom and swallow all of them. I chuckled lightly after I'd done it, I just couldn't believe that I was even trying it. I honestly didn't believe that they were going to work in any way. S had also taken a dosage of them at the same time as me.
It had been nearly an hour since I had taken the pills, and I had forgotten about them completely. I was walking down the hallway to get to the frier, when all of the sudden, I noticed that I was feeling a bit odd. I stared down the hallway, and every square-shaped tile on the floor seemed to be slowly swaying back and forth. It seemed like I was drunk, but without feeling all gross and nauseous like I normally do. I could definately see why S had liked these pills so much.
By the time I found S to tell him that I was messed up, the pills were kicked in pretty good. People around me looked strangely odd, even people that I see every day. It seemed like they all knew something that I didn't, but didn't want to tell me. I felt as though everyone was keeping a secret from me, and that no one understood me, or how I was feeling.
S was truly excited when I told him how screwed up I was. I was excited too, because there's a sort of companionship feeling that I always get on coricidan. Not the loved-up feeling like MDMA gives you, but rather a "he knows how I'm feeling right now. We're in this together." type thing.
I proceeded to work all through the night, always wondering when the pills would wear off. With the little drug experience I'd had, I'd been expecting a quick come-up, and then a peak, but then a quick come-down. Nope. I was fucked up waayyy into the night. When S drove me home that evening, I was still feeling the effects. I was able to sleep alright, but when I woke up, I STILL was messed up!!
Okay, so my first time got me hooked to coricidan. It was cheap, easy to get a hold of, and really quite fun. S and I began doing coricidan nightly at work. We would drop our pills around 7:00 every evening, and be fucked up way into the night. I loved every aspect of being on it, it was great.
Effects that I felt in the first month:
- I never, ever felt nauseous the first month of taking coricidan. I think the fact that I was always working while I took it attributed to this. I would forget that I had even taken anything until they kicked in, and by that time I was so screwed up that I had no time to feel sick.
- Usually, on marijuana, I feel scared of other people, and afraid that they might know that I'm high and go tell someone. On coricidan, it was quite different. I actually would SEARCH out coworkers who were strongly against drug-use and try to carry on a conversation with them just for the challenge. It was fun to try and trick them into thinking I was sober, and when I was finished, I would feel as though I accomplished something so great and hard. (one time I actually talked to the owner's daughter for an hour and she suspected nothing.)
- I always felt like I was very strong when I was under the influence. I would take on super-hard tasks, like mopping the entire floor by myself really fast. Also gave me a nice sense of accomplishment. My body would kind of go numb, too when I was on the pills. I liked slapping my face real hard because all I could feel was a slight tingly sensation.
- it seems like time always went by either super-fast or super-slow on coricidan. Often times, people would tell me that it was time for me to go home, that my shift was over, and I wouldn't believe them until I'd seen the clock myself.
- eating seemed to be kind of an annoyance when I was on coricidan. I hated having to waste time during my high to calm my rumbling stomach, and the taste of food was bland, and very dull.
So those are a few effects of many while under the influence of coricidan.
Mixing it with other drugs:
The first time I ever smoked on coricidan, I thought I was in heaven!! I had taken the coricidan earlier in the day, and after a few hours, I smoked a blunt with a new coricidan friend, R. I felt extremely confident and strong as soon as the weed entered my lungs, and I nearly wet myself from laughing so hard about things that aren't even funny. I had a blast. The usual paranoia that I get from Marijuana was gone when I smoked while on coricidan, and was replaced by a feeling of contentment.
After a while things started to get more intense. I began taking coricidan in larger amounts, slowly, as my tolerance level raised up sky high. I worked my way up to an average of 17 pills a night, just to have the same feeling I used to get when I took 6. Yet, the thought that I might die or OD never crossed my mind. I eventually quit my job because of complications with the owner, and started doing coricidan at home with my friend T.
Within 2 months of starting to take coricidan:
- I slowly but surely began to feel nausiated every time I took those damn pills. At first I just ignored it, tried to push it out of my mind. But as time went on, I just couldn't help puking anymore. It got to the point where I would just pop my pills and sit next to the toilet, knowing that I would be puking in it in a matter of hours. Honestly, I never even cared about this either. It felt suprisingly good to puke, because after I had gotten sick, I would start to feel better, and my night would be fine after that. But puking began to be just a part of the process, and I accepted it wholeheartedly.
- Motor coordination seemed to have gone down the drain more and more as I took coricidan. While on the pills, I could barely even walk or talk right. Words would come out all fast, and slurred. Walking down the street became so embarassing that friends had to drive me two blocks home just in case a cop drove by and saw me waddling like a crackhead.
- I always had this certain type of way that I talked on coricidan. If you've ever seen "fear and loathing in Las Vegas", it's how the main character talks when he narrates the story. Words would come out extremely fast and short. After A while, I noticed that I started talking like this even when I was SOBER. My friends always thought I was on coricidan because when I talked, it came out fast and short, and wierd, like when I was under the influence.
- I eventually started losing weight because of all the puking and not eating. I wasn't bolemic or anything, as a matter of fact, I was TRYING to gain weight, but near the end of my summer I weighed a mere 87 pounds at the age of 16. I started feeling totally unhealthy and gross.
- my friends started abandoning me because they couldn't ever find me at a time when I wasn't fucked up. I was useless for anything on coricidan, incuding to the people I loved.
Finally, one night, I was on coricidan with a friend, and she looked at me and said, "hey, I want to clean my life up. No more of these pills. I'm done with coricidan. I always feel like shit and I'm sick of it. I'm quitting." I realized that I felt the same, and that I too, needed to stop doing Coricidan. The next day we went to the gym and worked out instead of doing coricidan. We never did coricidan again.
I know very well that I probably bored half of you with this post, but some people need to learn how to use drugs responsibly. At the end of last summer, I felt like shit. My life had no purpose. I hated myself. Being fucked up constantly made me feel that way. You may think that coricidan is a harmless little box that is a load of fun, but please use it wisely. I wasted an entire summer on it, and I've learned my lesson, but will you? Please be safe with this stuff, it's killed several people.
Intro: Okay, so I know that most of you might not agree with my style of posting, because it doesn't provide speficic times, dates, or even specific experiences. However, not many people post about coricidan (from what I've seen) and it's long-term effects. I believe that people should know what they're getting into when they try a new drug, an hopefully, somebody will understand coricidan a little bit more after reading this post.
--- This post will be a recap of an entire summer I spent doing coricidan. For 3 months straight I did coricidan nearly twice a week, at the least. ---
- Chemicals used: Coricidan alone most of the time. Also, sometimes mixed with marijuana.
- Administration: Always orally, don't know of any other way.
- Times: Unknown, ranges from June of 2001 to September of 2001.
- Dose: Started out at 6, and worked my way up to 19 at once.
It all started in June of 2001. I was working at my summer job for the 2nd year in a row, and I loved it. My coworkers were practically all moderate drug users, and I was too. My previous experiences had been with alcohol and Marijuana, but nothing else. One day, while my 18 year old manager was driving me home, he began discussing a new drug that he had found known as "coricidan". I asked what it was, and he told me it was cough and cold medicine that really fucks up your head if taken in fairly large doses. My first reaction was to laugh at him. I thought he was crazy for taking these pills. Why would anybody want to get fucked up off of cold medicine? But, he eventually talked about it soo much that I finally agreed to try it.
First time ----
I was at work, and S (the kid I reffered to earlier) brought me into the back to show me that he'd stolen some Coricidan. He gave me six of these little pink pills and told me to go into the bathroom and swallow all of them. I chuckled lightly after I'd done it, I just couldn't believe that I was even trying it. I honestly didn't believe that they were going to work in any way. S had also taken a dosage of them at the same time as me.
It had been nearly an hour since I had taken the pills, and I had forgotten about them completely. I was walking down the hallway to get to the frier, when all of the sudden, I noticed that I was feeling a bit odd. I stared down the hallway, and every square-shaped tile on the floor seemed to be slowly swaying back and forth. It seemed like I was drunk, but without feeling all gross and nauseous like I normally do. I could definately see why S had liked these pills so much.
By the time I found S to tell him that I was messed up, the pills were kicked in pretty good. People around me looked strangely odd, even people that I see every day. It seemed like they all knew something that I didn't, but didn't want to tell me. I felt as though everyone was keeping a secret from me, and that no one understood me, or how I was feeling.
S was truly excited when I told him how screwed up I was. I was excited too, because there's a sort of companionship feeling that I always get on coricidan. Not the loved-up feeling like MDMA gives you, but rather a "he knows how I'm feeling right now. We're in this together." type thing.
I proceeded to work all through the night, always wondering when the pills would wear off. With the little drug experience I'd had, I'd been expecting a quick come-up, and then a peak, but then a quick come-down. Nope. I was fucked up waayyy into the night. When S drove me home that evening, I was still feeling the effects. I was able to sleep alright, but when I woke up, I STILL was messed up!!
Okay, so my first time got me hooked to coricidan. It was cheap, easy to get a hold of, and really quite fun. S and I began doing coricidan nightly at work. We would drop our pills around 7:00 every evening, and be fucked up way into the night. I loved every aspect of being on it, it was great.
Effects that I felt in the first month:
- I never, ever felt nauseous the first month of taking coricidan. I think the fact that I was always working while I took it attributed to this. I would forget that I had even taken anything until they kicked in, and by that time I was so screwed up that I had no time to feel sick.
- Usually, on marijuana, I feel scared of other people, and afraid that they might know that I'm high and go tell someone. On coricidan, it was quite different. I actually would SEARCH out coworkers who were strongly against drug-use and try to carry on a conversation with them just for the challenge. It was fun to try and trick them into thinking I was sober, and when I was finished, I would feel as though I accomplished something so great and hard. (one time I actually talked to the owner's daughter for an hour and she suspected nothing.)
- I always felt like I was very strong when I was under the influence. I would take on super-hard tasks, like mopping the entire floor by myself really fast. Also gave me a nice sense of accomplishment. My body would kind of go numb, too when I was on the pills. I liked slapping my face real hard because all I could feel was a slight tingly sensation.
- it seems like time always went by either super-fast or super-slow on coricidan. Often times, people would tell me that it was time for me to go home, that my shift was over, and I wouldn't believe them until I'd seen the clock myself.
- eating seemed to be kind of an annoyance when I was on coricidan. I hated having to waste time during my high to calm my rumbling stomach, and the taste of food was bland, and very dull.
So those are a few effects of many while under the influence of coricidan.
Mixing it with other drugs:
The first time I ever smoked on coricidan, I thought I was in heaven!! I had taken the coricidan earlier in the day, and after a few hours, I smoked a blunt with a new coricidan friend, R. I felt extremely confident and strong as soon as the weed entered my lungs, and I nearly wet myself from laughing so hard about things that aren't even funny. I had a blast. The usual paranoia that I get from Marijuana was gone when I smoked while on coricidan, and was replaced by a feeling of contentment.
After a while things started to get more intense. I began taking coricidan in larger amounts, slowly, as my tolerance level raised up sky high. I worked my way up to an average of 17 pills a night, just to have the same feeling I used to get when I took 6. Yet, the thought that I might die or OD never crossed my mind. I eventually quit my job because of complications with the owner, and started doing coricidan at home with my friend T.
Within 2 months of starting to take coricidan:
- I slowly but surely began to feel nausiated every time I took those damn pills. At first I just ignored it, tried to push it out of my mind. But as time went on, I just couldn't help puking anymore. It got to the point where I would just pop my pills and sit next to the toilet, knowing that I would be puking in it in a matter of hours. Honestly, I never even cared about this either. It felt suprisingly good to puke, because after I had gotten sick, I would start to feel better, and my night would be fine after that. But puking began to be just a part of the process, and I accepted it wholeheartedly.
- Motor coordination seemed to have gone down the drain more and more as I took coricidan. While on the pills, I could barely even walk or talk right. Words would come out all fast, and slurred. Walking down the street became so embarassing that friends had to drive me two blocks home just in case a cop drove by and saw me waddling like a crackhead.
- I always had this certain type of way that I talked on coricidan. If you've ever seen "fear and loathing in Las Vegas", it's how the main character talks when he narrates the story. Words would come out extremely fast and short. After A while, I noticed that I started talking like this even when I was SOBER. My friends always thought I was on coricidan because when I talked, it came out fast and short, and wierd, like when I was under the influence.
- I eventually started losing weight because of all the puking and not eating. I wasn't bolemic or anything, as a matter of fact, I was TRYING to gain weight, but near the end of my summer I weighed a mere 87 pounds at the age of 16. I started feeling totally unhealthy and gross.
- my friends started abandoning me because they couldn't ever find me at a time when I wasn't fucked up. I was useless for anything on coricidan, incuding to the people I loved.
Finally, one night, I was on coricidan with a friend, and she looked at me and said, "hey, I want to clean my life up. No more of these pills. I'm done with coricidan. I always feel like shit and I'm sick of it. I'm quitting." I realized that I felt the same, and that I too, needed to stop doing Coricidan. The next day we went to the gym and worked out instead of doing coricidan. We never did coricidan again.
I know very well that I probably bored half of you with this post, but some people need to learn how to use drugs responsibly. At the end of last summer, I felt like shit. My life had no purpose. I hated myself. Being fucked up constantly made me feel that way. You may think that coricidan is a harmless little box that is a load of fun, but please use it wisely. I wasted an entire summer on it, and I've learned my lesson, but will you? Please be safe with this stuff, it's killed several people.
