ok so 2 nights ago i decided to embark on my "final hazzah"
that is, my first time taking a massive 4th plateau dose and my (not quite) last time taking dxm period before i am put on prozac.
so i had been on a pleasant 2nd plateau dose all day, then decided to start the hardcore trip. took all 1200+mg (not sure how much exactly), and promptly blacked out.
i remember nothing of the next few hours. apparently my friend came over, says i was unresponsive.
my mother found me in that state, pupils dilated, unresponsive (literally lights were on, nobody was home) and carried me to the car, drove me to the hospital.
i come to hours later in darkness, beeping noises coming at random intervals, these weird mittens on my hands, my arms and legs strapped to the bed, tubes comin out my arms and one out the tip of my dick.
i rose many times throughout the night, talked to the asian people. i thought it was all a hallucination. figured i'd wake up in the morning and be safely in my bed, it seemed like a dream. i thought wow, this is a crazy trip. many things ran through my head that night, among the most prominent was the song "Sedatives" by the Insane Clown Posse, and the bluelight thread about a heroin clinic where people could shoot up in safety. i thought how nice it was to have a place i could trip balls in peace, all the while having nice asian nurses taking care of me, even if they were just a hallucination.
eventually i was awake all the way. this was no dream. i was in the hospital. talking was still really hard. answering questions. i was telling them that this was my "final hazzah" and i was trying to reach the 4th plateau. stuttering my words a lot trying to make them coherent.
i wasn't quite sure where i was. at first i'd thought i was back in oakland, that they'd taken me to the mental hospital again. then i was wondering where i was if i wasn't there. from the asians everywhere i thought my mom had taken me to some crazy asian hospital. some 3rd rate homeopathic place where the laws of the city did not apply, so i wouldn't have to be put in the mental hospital again and the police wouldn't bother me.
eventually once i was coherent enough to ask for them to be removed they took my straps off. apparently i had broken their straps at one point. hilarious in my book. dextromethorphan gives me superhuman strength.
the lights came on at like 5 or 6 in the morning. i was still trippin balls but at the 3rd plateau, then the 2nd. by lunchtime i was at the first plateau, bored, just wanted to get the hell out of there. still wanted the nurse to take the tube out of my wang.
here i am now, home, have been since yesterday when i got out about 1:00pm. i feel like i haven't slept in 2 days because i didn't sleep 2 nights ago, just tripped balls, and last night it was as if i layed in bed all night. i guess i did sleep because i dreamt somewhat, i still feel as if i had no rest. i need some benadryl or something because i'm an insomniac.
i really need to get high. i still have a bottle of zicam i'm gonna drink sometime but i wanna smoke some pot. i got none, i scraped all my resin before i blacked out.
so much for my final hazzah. i left my body alright but where did i go? i have no memories of those hours, only blackness. my plan was to have an out of body experience and go see my girlfriend, who i miss so very much. i can't see her for years to come and it tears me apart. her dad hates me and so does everyone she hangs out with.
oh, hey, i just found out hazzah is spelled huzzah. interesting.
so now the aftermath of the trip is not from the drug but from the hospital. i have a bruise on my wrist with no idea how it got there. sore holes in my arms where the stuck needles. it hurts when i pee because of the catheter. yesterday a couple times when i pissed my dick made a weird bubbling noise, like air escaping. my arms are sore as hell, my right one i think from an incompetent nurse jabbing me in the muscle with a needle. my mom says she was having a hell of a time finding a vein (but another nurse was like "hey, what about this big one over here? my veins are easy to see, idk wtf the dumb bitch was doin). but i also imagine i'm sore from tugging on the restraints. i broke one, i slipped out of another once i was cognitive enough to figure out how it worked.
it was crazy. my plan for an OBE was foiled, but i'm left with a damn good story to tell.
the other day on DXM i'd remembered some shit that had happened in my past. i thought wow. if i become a rockstar the biography's gonna be a great book, and in turn a great movie.
that's all i got for ya. it's a long story i know but definitely the craziest trip i only half remember.
edit: the moral of the story is, if you're taking a massive dose of a drug that makes you LEAVE YOUR BODY at least write a note for your mom telling her you aren't dying so she doesn't freak out.
that is, my first time taking a massive 4th plateau dose and my (not quite) last time taking dxm period before i am put on prozac.
so i had been on a pleasant 2nd plateau dose all day, then decided to start the hardcore trip. took all 1200+mg (not sure how much exactly), and promptly blacked out.
i remember nothing of the next few hours. apparently my friend came over, says i was unresponsive.
my mother found me in that state, pupils dilated, unresponsive (literally lights were on, nobody was home) and carried me to the car, drove me to the hospital.
i come to hours later in darkness, beeping noises coming at random intervals, these weird mittens on my hands, my arms and legs strapped to the bed, tubes comin out my arms and one out the tip of my dick.
i rose many times throughout the night, talked to the asian people. i thought it was all a hallucination. figured i'd wake up in the morning and be safely in my bed, it seemed like a dream. i thought wow, this is a crazy trip. many things ran through my head that night, among the most prominent was the song "Sedatives" by the Insane Clown Posse, and the bluelight thread about a heroin clinic where people could shoot up in safety. i thought how nice it was to have a place i could trip balls in peace, all the while having nice asian nurses taking care of me, even if they were just a hallucination.
eventually i was awake all the way. this was no dream. i was in the hospital. talking was still really hard. answering questions. i was telling them that this was my "final hazzah" and i was trying to reach the 4th plateau. stuttering my words a lot trying to make them coherent.
i wasn't quite sure where i was. at first i'd thought i was back in oakland, that they'd taken me to the mental hospital again. then i was wondering where i was if i wasn't there. from the asians everywhere i thought my mom had taken me to some crazy asian hospital. some 3rd rate homeopathic place where the laws of the city did not apply, so i wouldn't have to be put in the mental hospital again and the police wouldn't bother me.
eventually once i was coherent enough to ask for them to be removed they took my straps off. apparently i had broken their straps at one point. hilarious in my book. dextromethorphan gives me superhuman strength.
the lights came on at like 5 or 6 in the morning. i was still trippin balls but at the 3rd plateau, then the 2nd. by lunchtime i was at the first plateau, bored, just wanted to get the hell out of there. still wanted the nurse to take the tube out of my wang.
here i am now, home, have been since yesterday when i got out about 1:00pm. i feel like i haven't slept in 2 days because i didn't sleep 2 nights ago, just tripped balls, and last night it was as if i layed in bed all night. i guess i did sleep because i dreamt somewhat, i still feel as if i had no rest. i need some benadryl or something because i'm an insomniac.
i really need to get high. i still have a bottle of zicam i'm gonna drink sometime but i wanna smoke some pot. i got none, i scraped all my resin before i blacked out.
so much for my final hazzah. i left my body alright but where did i go? i have no memories of those hours, only blackness. my plan was to have an out of body experience and go see my girlfriend, who i miss so very much. i can't see her for years to come and it tears me apart. her dad hates me and so does everyone she hangs out with.
oh, hey, i just found out hazzah is spelled huzzah. interesting.
so now the aftermath of the trip is not from the drug but from the hospital. i have a bruise on my wrist with no idea how it got there. sore holes in my arms where the stuck needles. it hurts when i pee because of the catheter. yesterday a couple times when i pissed my dick made a weird bubbling noise, like air escaping. my arms are sore as hell, my right one i think from an incompetent nurse jabbing me in the muscle with a needle. my mom says she was having a hell of a time finding a vein (but another nurse was like "hey, what about this big one over here? my veins are easy to see, idk wtf the dumb bitch was doin). but i also imagine i'm sore from tugging on the restraints. i broke one, i slipped out of another once i was cognitive enough to figure out how it worked.
it was crazy. my plan for an OBE was foiled, but i'm left with a damn good story to tell.
the other day on DXM i'd remembered some shit that had happened in my past. i thought wow. if i become a rockstar the biography's gonna be a great book, and in turn a great movie.
that's all i got for ya. it's a long story i know but definitely the craziest trip i only half remember.
edit: the moral of the story is, if you're taking a massive dose of a drug that makes you LEAVE YOUR BODY at least write a note for your mom telling her you aren't dying so she doesn't freak out.
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