DXM -- Coricidin. The Idiot Report. =(
Okay. First off .. I didn't do my research. Im an idiot for not doing it, but .. as most of you probably know Coricidin( sp? ) is the worst source for DXM .. I read somewhere that it's other ingredients can finish you off .. permanently. But anyways, I bought a box of Coridicidin my first time trying DXM.. and my last, too. I split the box in half with my friend E, and we drove up to his house .. ingesting the pills on the way up to his house. Actually eating these pills was disgusting, and now i've developed a HORRIBLE ( and I stress horrible ) reaction whenever I take any cough supressants. Let me start from when we arrived at E's house, because everything before that is unimportant.
ARRIVAL-
E and I stepped into his house, heading into his basement room. We were down there relaxing, just listening to music. We decided to roll up a dutch of some decent dro, and just relax for a while. The effects didn't kick in for a long time, but I had a NICE high going .. and the music was great. Now, unlike most people I enjoy hip hop music.. we had some 7L and Esoteric playing, which is underground Boston hip hop. After a few songs, I started to feel a little uneasiness in my stomach, but I ignored it for the time.
45 minutes - 1 Hour-
Im not sure exactly on the time, it was a while back. But I remember I started to feel pretty good. Euphoria and such, and I was REALLY enjoying the music at this point. E said he felt a similar way.. and we were both singing along with the lyrics, and we decided we'd smoke a bowl. So we smoked a bowl.. and I felt great. I couldn't believe I could spend such a low amount of money and get this feeling. So we relaxed for a while, turning the music off. E put on the television, and we watched some music videos for some reason.
1:30 in-
Started feeling incredibly F'd up.. as I described it to E. E was laying on the couch, I sat in the recliner .. all the way reclined. The feeling that came over me was incredible.. almost too much for me to handle. Nothing TOO serious, I kept in control.. but it was strong. I felt like I was drunk as hell, and I'd been smoking all night. That's the closest I can come to describing the feeling. I began to sweat profusely, though Im thinking it was more the heat in the house than the actual drug. I sat there.. staring at the TV without even paying attention to it. Both E and I both sat there.. neither of us said a word to eachother. We just silently watched television, for the next two hours.
2:45 in -
This is when it all went wrong. I felt like I was slipping in and out of conciousness. I can remember staring up at the ceiling, trying to move and speak .. but I lacked the energy to do so. Besides the thoughts of how fucked up I was at this point.. there was nothing. Occasionally I'd speak .. asking E if he was doing alright. Still no thoughts came to me .. I just stared at the same spot, no thoughts .. no emotions. Then I passed out, or blacked out .. not too sure which occured. Neither was E, since he was in the same boat as I was. Both about the same body weight, took an equal amount. This continued for the next hour and a half.. it wasn't fun. I don't recall much of the timespan that passed. I was pretty much .. dead.
4:15 in -
About four and a quarter hours into the trip, I began to realize what I'd just been through. I began to get nervous, wondering if I'd just come that close to over dose. I began to pray for my life for some reason, begging whatever was out there (god, allah) to save me from this experience. This was the only thought going through my mind for a while. I asked E if he was okay, and he said his stomach felt like it was going to explode .. and we both agreed that we just wanted to go to sleep. I knew he wasn't driving anywhere, so I made myself at home on the living room couch, while he stayed in the basement. He came upstairs to puke a few times, which he later explained to me as " Trying to get rid of the DXM ".. but to no avail. He didn't sleep at all that night. Me on the other hand, my body was completely exhausted.. and I fell asleep without much trouble at all.
The Next Day-
Whoo boy. I woke up about seven hours later, and stood right up. Mistake on my part, as I was extremely lightheaded and I could still feel the effects of the DXM. The effects were shortlived, as a few moments later I felt almost normal. For the rest of the day though, I felt disoriented. I felt out of place no matter where I went .. and I didn't have much to say. I looked back to think about the "trip", as I do with most drugs .. and determined that DXM is far from a drug to be toyed with. I don't know if that qualifies as an overdose, because I've heard of people taking a hell of a lot more. But hey.. it was my first time.
That concludes my SECOND report, hopefully a little better than my first one. I tried to make it detailed, but if you have any questions you'd like answered then just let me know.. and I'll be glad to respond with answers. Thanks for reading.
Okay. First off .. I didn't do my research. Im an idiot for not doing it, but .. as most of you probably know Coricidin( sp? ) is the worst source for DXM .. I read somewhere that it's other ingredients can finish you off .. permanently. But anyways, I bought a box of Coridicidin my first time trying DXM.. and my last, too. I split the box in half with my friend E, and we drove up to his house .. ingesting the pills on the way up to his house. Actually eating these pills was disgusting, and now i've developed a HORRIBLE ( and I stress horrible ) reaction whenever I take any cough supressants. Let me start from when we arrived at E's house, because everything before that is unimportant.
ARRIVAL-
E and I stepped into his house, heading into his basement room. We were down there relaxing, just listening to music. We decided to roll up a dutch of some decent dro, and just relax for a while. The effects didn't kick in for a long time, but I had a NICE high going .. and the music was great. Now, unlike most people I enjoy hip hop music.. we had some 7L and Esoteric playing, which is underground Boston hip hop. After a few songs, I started to feel a little uneasiness in my stomach, but I ignored it for the time.
45 minutes - 1 Hour-
Im not sure exactly on the time, it was a while back. But I remember I started to feel pretty good. Euphoria and such, and I was REALLY enjoying the music at this point. E said he felt a similar way.. and we were both singing along with the lyrics, and we decided we'd smoke a bowl. So we smoked a bowl.. and I felt great. I couldn't believe I could spend such a low amount of money and get this feeling. So we relaxed for a while, turning the music off. E put on the television, and we watched some music videos for some reason.
1:30 in-
Started feeling incredibly F'd up.. as I described it to E. E was laying on the couch, I sat in the recliner .. all the way reclined. The feeling that came over me was incredible.. almost too much for me to handle. Nothing TOO serious, I kept in control.. but it was strong. I felt like I was drunk as hell, and I'd been smoking all night. That's the closest I can come to describing the feeling. I began to sweat profusely, though Im thinking it was more the heat in the house than the actual drug. I sat there.. staring at the TV without even paying attention to it. Both E and I both sat there.. neither of us said a word to eachother. We just silently watched television, for the next two hours.
2:45 in -
This is when it all went wrong. I felt like I was slipping in and out of conciousness. I can remember staring up at the ceiling, trying to move and speak .. but I lacked the energy to do so. Besides the thoughts of how fucked up I was at this point.. there was nothing. Occasionally I'd speak .. asking E if he was doing alright. Still no thoughts came to me .. I just stared at the same spot, no thoughts .. no emotions. Then I passed out, or blacked out .. not too sure which occured. Neither was E, since he was in the same boat as I was. Both about the same body weight, took an equal amount. This continued for the next hour and a half.. it wasn't fun. I don't recall much of the timespan that passed. I was pretty much .. dead.
4:15 in -
About four and a quarter hours into the trip, I began to realize what I'd just been through. I began to get nervous, wondering if I'd just come that close to over dose. I began to pray for my life for some reason, begging whatever was out there (god, allah) to save me from this experience. This was the only thought going through my mind for a while. I asked E if he was okay, and he said his stomach felt like it was going to explode .. and we both agreed that we just wanted to go to sleep. I knew he wasn't driving anywhere, so I made myself at home on the living room couch, while he stayed in the basement. He came upstairs to puke a few times, which he later explained to me as " Trying to get rid of the DXM ".. but to no avail. He didn't sleep at all that night. Me on the other hand, my body was completely exhausted.. and I fell asleep without much trouble at all.
The Next Day-
Whoo boy. I woke up about seven hours later, and stood right up. Mistake on my part, as I was extremely lightheaded and I could still feel the effects of the DXM. The effects were shortlived, as a few moments later I felt almost normal. For the rest of the day though, I felt disoriented. I felt out of place no matter where I went .. and I didn't have much to say. I looked back to think about the "trip", as I do with most drugs .. and determined that DXM is far from a drug to be toyed with. I don't know if that qualifies as an overdose, because I've heard of people taking a hell of a lot more. But hey.. it was my first time.
That concludes my SECOND report, hopefully a little better than my first one. I tried to make it detailed, but if you have any questions you'd like answered then just let me know.. and I'll be glad to respond with answers. Thanks for reading.
