I am highly experienced with opioids generally - hydrocodone, oxycodone, oxymorphone, morphine, etc. Mostly for pain, occasionally for recreation. I am currently in rather a sticky situation that has put me in a state of pseudoaddiction. No, really! I am now prescribed less than 1/4 of the amount of oxycodone I was prescribed long-term for pain management (20mg per day now, 70-90mg previously). This really is a sorry state. Being so miserable and in pain has taken a substantial psychological toll; I feel such a nagging drive to just get high in order to balance things out a bit. So I decided to take the leap to dope.
I overpaid for two bags - i.e. 200mgs total - of light brown powder. Hey, whatever. I decided to have a go at a bag and a half. Opened them up, chopped the powder up into a few lines, and railed them with more of an à la bump method. I cleaned up my nasal passages a bit beforehand and irrigated a bit afterward. I laid back, all tingly in the loins with excitement, waiting for whatever rush H may have to offer me.
There should've been some sort of rush, right? Or I should've at least felt something nice, right? Eventually, i.e. within 15 or 20 minutes, I did notice I had a grin on my face for no apparent reason and that I was just feeling out of it. There was even pain relief. But I certainly didn't feel a come up.
30-45 minutes after the snort, I began to feel this pretty overwhelming sense of dread. At times this even became proper dysphoria. Who knows why. Maybe the thought of me becoming a junkie in a classic sense was enough to do it. I was in a good deal of physical pain, I had been in a shat mood, I had a horrific headache, and may have been in very very mild oxycodone withdrawal and possibly even mild butalbital withdrawal (I had taken generous amounts of fioricet for the past month prescribed for these inexplicable headaches I'd started getting). So my mindset wasn't great. But I feel like a good helping of opioid should've helped with all those things.
Ultimately, there was no skyrocketing, or even bottlerocketing, after the rails (I get far more of a "rush" from oral oxycodone...), the high was quite subtle and at times plainly unpleasant, and really I just felt stupidly stoned at best. The high was very much akin to that of morphine in my experiences save for in the sense that morphine has never been very "subtle" for me. I suppose that makes some sense, given diacetylmorphine. I don't care for morphine, at all. The one decidedly positive aspect of this "trip" was that the comedown was very prolonged and smooth. Orally-administered IR pain medications never seem to last more than 2.5 hours at best for me. Snorted dope noticeably affected me for at least 5 hours. Very unexpected.
Overall, a crushing letdown.
I couldn't get to sleep as the experience was coming to a close. So I took a 5mg ambien. When that still didn't do it, I had a nip of chianti. Still nothing. Basically a sleepless night.
Come morning, I cut up the remaining half a bag and railed it. Same subtle high, same sense of just being out of it. "Lost" is a great way to describe it. I felt just very disconnected from everyone and everything. Again, it seemed to last for a good many hours.
I'd try heroin again, but really only to make sure the first go wasn't just a big fuck-up on my part. But really I don't feel that driven to do so. Addiction potential? Eh. But of course, I know intranasal is far from intravenous...
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As far as purity goes, my hookup is a user of the same junk and he's quite fond of it - dopefiend that he is. In fact, I watched him do two bags himself right in front me and end up on the verge of the nod. Certainly, if he could get to that place with two bags with his enormous habit...
I overpaid for two bags - i.e. 200mgs total - of light brown powder. Hey, whatever. I decided to have a go at a bag and a half. Opened them up, chopped the powder up into a few lines, and railed them with more of an à la bump method. I cleaned up my nasal passages a bit beforehand and irrigated a bit afterward. I laid back, all tingly in the loins with excitement, waiting for whatever rush H may have to offer me.
There should've been some sort of rush, right? Or I should've at least felt something nice, right? Eventually, i.e. within 15 or 20 minutes, I did notice I had a grin on my face for no apparent reason and that I was just feeling out of it. There was even pain relief. But I certainly didn't feel a come up.
30-45 minutes after the snort, I began to feel this pretty overwhelming sense of dread. At times this even became proper dysphoria. Who knows why. Maybe the thought of me becoming a junkie in a classic sense was enough to do it. I was in a good deal of physical pain, I had been in a shat mood, I had a horrific headache, and may have been in very very mild oxycodone withdrawal and possibly even mild butalbital withdrawal (I had taken generous amounts of fioricet for the past month prescribed for these inexplicable headaches I'd started getting). So my mindset wasn't great. But I feel like a good helping of opioid should've helped with all those things.
Ultimately, there was no skyrocketing, or even bottlerocketing, after the rails (I get far more of a "rush" from oral oxycodone...), the high was quite subtle and at times plainly unpleasant, and really I just felt stupidly stoned at best. The high was very much akin to that of morphine in my experiences save for in the sense that morphine has never been very "subtle" for me. I suppose that makes some sense, given diacetylmorphine. I don't care for morphine, at all. The one decidedly positive aspect of this "trip" was that the comedown was very prolonged and smooth. Orally-administered IR pain medications never seem to last more than 2.5 hours at best for me. Snorted dope noticeably affected me for at least 5 hours. Very unexpected.
Overall, a crushing letdown.
I couldn't get to sleep as the experience was coming to a close. So I took a 5mg ambien. When that still didn't do it, I had a nip of chianti. Still nothing. Basically a sleepless night.
Come morning, I cut up the remaining half a bag and railed it. Same subtle high, same sense of just being out of it. "Lost" is a great way to describe it. I felt just very disconnected from everyone and everything. Again, it seemed to last for a good many hours.
I'd try heroin again, but really only to make sure the first go wasn't just a big fuck-up on my part. But really I don't feel that driven to do so. Addiction potential? Eh. But of course, I know intranasal is far from intravenous...
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As far as purity goes, my hookup is a user of the same junk and he's quite fond of it - dopefiend that he is. In fact, I watched him do two bags himself right in front me and end up on the verge of the nod. Certainly, if he could get to that place with two bags with his enormous habit...
