Grrrrrrrrrrrr. I'm so fucking angry at myself right now! I've just drank 4 pint cans of stella to help me sleep tonight, can you guess why?
Yes... I, me, mr. up his own arse "I've never been addicted to anything ever" has been pinned down and force fed some rather bitter humble pie. I have regrettably, unintentionally, stupidly, obliviously become mildly addicted to GBL.
I didn't even think i was doing it that often, I've never been addicted (defined by suffering withdraws when dosing of drug ends) to anything, and i've smoked crack, heroin taken 2cb, ket, acid, amt, mdma, nos, weed, speed god knows what else, countless times etc. you get the idea.
I didn't realise I was flirting with addiction until I stopped (duh) but my usage had been increasing to 2-4 times a day on average for 3 weeks, which occasional days off. Over the past 3 weeks I've used it roughly 5 times through the night to sleep. 3ml each and every dose, up the arse (thought i'd add that detail!)
I stopped when i noticed after 5 hours of not dosing i got a stuffy nose, was burping, had cramp in my leg and foot that wouldn't go away, had stomach upsets, minor head pain (not like any headache i've ever had before) found it harder to swallow without swallowing air, burping etc. producing more saliva, trouble sleeping, and sweating like a pig...
I then, at 5am, 4 hours with no luck sleeping, dosed 3ml and within 20mins I was feeling fine again... realised I was slightly addicted. Last night i could only sleep for 2 hours (instead of 4) per each 3ml dose. I did that thrice and got 6-7 hours forced gbl sleep. Today I wake up at 12:30pm, last dose 10:30am. I have roughly 30-40ml left and haven't touched it. All the symptoms return once more to hit home the addiction.
It's not been too bad, I think i'm lucky i caught on early, but the most poor aspect is, i was withdrawing when i went to meet a lady friend i am seeing. I get down to tesco's sweating lots, feeling very anxious all of a sudden, and find myself completely unable to think of conversation topics, everything seems forced, stilted. I rush around the shop with her getting stuff to make a chili pasta and later watch a film round mine together (a first)
I quickly realise what a sweaty mess I'm appearing and say I've got some illness/flu whatever that started earlier that day. Que an hour of shopping, walking to mine, cooking, making poor convo, feeling so self conscious and lost, with no alcohol. Also the chili pasta was too hot and i couldn't eat it, was sweating too much
Thank god i calmed down after an hour or so and appeared somewhat normal. So now, here I am, feeling slightly (but not enough, considering what I've drank) drunk, with my GBL looking at me, laughing at me. What a fucking joke. I was considering sneeking to the toilet to take some more, but with some help from treacle, decided against it. I feel ok now I'm drunk, I just hope I can sleep...
So what is this drunk withdrawing mess saying? It could happen to you! G bit me, luckily only slightly compared to some, but still... what bad timing...i guess I am only human, and a fuck up like everyone else! I will not be taking what I have left, even if I can't sleep tonight. I'll just work through this annoying set back. How very poor. *Slaps oneself*
Interesting though... I finally understand the urge to re-dose to feel normal again. But I can assure you I won't be touching it for a good while! </ drunken, withdrawing rant>