I know no one's posted on this thread in 4 years; PLEASE don't tear into me for bumping it back up. But I do feel this is a topic worth bringing back up, especially with the kind of stuff that's on the streets these days & what it is/could be cut with.
I used to IV coke hard, mostly in '07 when that fish scale was prevalent in my town. And the price. . . . I remember people complaining about paying what they were back then; if they knew what they'd be paying 15 years later. . . . Fucking A. Lol. Anyway. It started one day late '06 - early '07 when I was WDing like a mf from blues ("roxies" back then). 4 of us looking to get even just a buzz, came up with 1/2g coke & 1/2g work. The 2 older, more experienced people with us said the best way for us all to likely get the most out of it was IV. I was in such bad shape I said fuck it, do it. Maaaan. . . . I swore I could hear colors for about 30 minutes after I had that cough hit me. Didn't feel sick anymore. After that, we started getting into IV more; when I had my 1st dilaudid, I was DONE. I thought I'd liked opies before, but didn't know it could be like that.
Every time I ran out, couldn't get any or afford enough, I'd get coke. Never made sense though, because I've always been an anxious person so coming down I was fucking miserable. Completely stiff, could barely move, jaw clenched like it was wired shut, & don't talk to me, look at me, make me move, even think about me.

But still went back to it.
Anyway, I wanted to share here when I came across this thread just scrolling along. I never did mine too close together, but the guy I was with at the time did. And it was enough to make me completely uninterested in doing it any way but snorting after. We were in TX, moved there to get straight. Lasted 3 months. 6 months later we're hanging out 1 night with his brother, brothers gf, & 2 balls. Up to that point we had only been snorting it, agreed to put the rigs down when we moved to TX. But that night his brother brought it up & he wouldn't stop asking me after that. I got so sick of hearing him beg that I said fuck it, you're grown, you'll end up doing what you want anyway (history had taught me as much with him). So they went to the pharmacy, got a bag & came back. Eventually I caved because damn it, I missed that train! But I was careful, I wouldn't do more than one an hour. That drove them nuts; blowing through theirs while mine hardly seemed to move. But I was doing fat shots.
My guy had just done a shot when he came in the living room & saw me prepping mine. So he decided he wanted to do one with me. I told him no, he really needed to wait because he just did a fucking massive one not 5 minutes ago. But he was stubborn & had a temper & I wasn't ending my night beat to shit. So he made his, we tied off & BAM. Right as the train hits me I looked over, saw his face change & before he had the plunger all the way down he pulled out the rig & tossed it on the table, slapped his hand over his mouth as he raced for the bathroom. But he couldn't make it/stop it. I watched as he got sick & couldn't contain it, it shot out from the side of his mouth/hand all over the fucking walls/floor. I almost got sick. This went on for a few, then he bitched, & of course not 15 minutes later made another shot. Smh. I was fucking done. I threw out my rig, snorted the rest of mine, then didn't touch it for years.
Wish I'd stuck to that. Started using it again a few months ago; not hooked & not daily or even weekly, but since that 1st time in years that I felt that familiar feeling hit, I've wanted to feel it again. It was easy to avoid the longer I was off & after years it was nothing. But one shit day & a big paycheck & meeting a new person all in the same day, that was over. I'll say this, it's not like it was. Costs soooo much more & not as good. But I don't come down like a homicidal statue anymore, so there's that. But when I do pick up a rig to bang some & I start to fiend for another too soon after, I just replay that day with my ex from 16 years ago & the fiending stops. But I will say there have been a few times I've been close, due to the batch being stronger than I anticipated/the last one was. So I've learned to start much smaller; that's preferable anyway these days when they're cutting every damn thing with fent. OD'd once on that, on accident, didn't know I had taken it. Woke up in the hospital a day later with just dreams as memories of what happened, 4 shots of narcan, IV in my neck, still slept for 2 days after.
Sorry, got off topic. If you can't tell, I got some coke last night. But for real, space your shots! My ex got lucky; throwing up is the least of what could've happened to him & it was violent enough as it was.
TL;DR: SPACE YOUR SHOTS OR RISK PUKING ALL OVER YOUR HOUSE, & THAT'S IF YOU'RE EXTREMELY SUPER LUCKY!