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"I put shatter up my shitter" - your WORST drug mistake

fastandbulbous said:
Er, yeah - accidentally IMed 80mg of 2C-I, thinking it was from the ketamine vial. Realized seconds after I'd done it. Only thing I could think to do, was get the actual vial of ket and IM 120mg, so I didn't have to endure going up that quickly, on 2C-I. Once the ket wore off, I had 3 hours of not being able to see a fucking thing, due to severe trip patterning. Once bitten, twice shy (use different coloured labels for different classes of drugs in vials: red for psychedelics, green for stimulants and white for dissociatives. Much easier than reading the labels!!)
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pretty sure only thing that saved me was already being drunk and the 8mg of dilaudid that was also in the 80mg of 2cb. it felt DISTINCTLY dangerous though and im shocked i didnt have a full on seizure. i was VERY shaky as the overwhelming visual patterns wore off. I remember it hit before the tourniquette even came off like lava visually flowing down my arm/under the tourny. then i pulled it.... BAM big bang basically inside my brain. not at all a fun experience.
 
We had decided to get some speed but that backfired when plans changed. The speed had already been bought and I had it. Nobody to take it with I decided to take it myself. Must have been about a gram. I checked PsychonautWiki and apparently 50mg is a heavy dose. I'm fucked then. I didn't even know PsychonautWiki existed back then and this is the first time I have ever checked oral doses for speed. Everything was pretty boring. Nothing happened. It was late at night and to be honest I felt an overwhelming emptiness. Up until I had the great idea to go out and assume I was part of the CIA. Decided to press the pedestrian crossing button over and over again and then sit by the railings by the side of the road apparently inspecting the cars for... Bad people, maybe? I don't know. Never had a psychotic break in my life. Not then and not now. That lasted for about 15-20 minutes until I managed to pull myself together and went home. I think I just wanked the whole night after that to my friends sister who I later had romantic relations with, thanks to more speed.

Another time I went out to a pub and managed to acquire some magic beans. This after drinking 8 cans of beer already, and some more to come after. Desperate to enjoy the beans I devoured them all (about 5 of them) despite the guy who sold them to me telling me over and over again I was already well beyond needing them, also that I was now in debt to him. I think I spent some portion of the night playing pool and then I remember hugging people, walking around a bit. I woke up in hospital with doctors peering over me holding me down with tubes hanging out of my arms. I then had to walk home a considerable distance, which wasn't too unpleasant because I was still high to some degree. I had probably taken close to a gram of MDMA that night.

Another time on speed I got arrested. I had the stuff on me and knew I would get caught with it when searched at the station so I decided to eat it in the back of the van. I tried to give it a friend who couldn't grab it. Was a heavy dose I downed, probably about 600-700mg. Its a weird experience being held captive in a completely lifeless little box while high on speed. For all the energy and enthusiasm you have, it bounces off nothing and goes nowhere. I spent the night wanking profusely which aided in reducing the misery. I would occasionally get caught off guard by someone peering in but this didn't ruin the moment. In the morning, I appeared from the cell less than appealing to say the least.
 
plumbus-nine said:
Yeah, indeed eyeballing a fentanyl(alogue). I had acquired a good amount of butyr-fentanyl and thought one could eyeball it (of course, already drugged). After a short time I realized what mistake I've done and added some naloxone from a crushed tildine/naloxone pill, got very agitated and weird (naloxone does that for me) and crossed paths with my landlord when I decided it was time to call the ambulance. Just didn't want to die - thought the opioid effects would come back after the naloxone had worn off, wanted to be under medical supervision.

Turned out the landlord would drive me himself, and sadly he counted one lawyer of state to his circle of friends. First he'd press the story out of me, I thought fentanyl would mean nothing to him so I made another mistake, telling it was heroin and he got afraid of personal consequences - of which of course even if I died would have been few to none in a drug OD case. But as soon as I was in the ER with ridiculously ignorant people who said they weren't responsible for my case and that I had a psychosis and they'd call an ambulance to bring me to the local psych ward (was a major city in Germany btw). By that time I could barely talk, had sand dry mouth etc. from god knows what the assumed fentanyl has been. Possibly a noid, given the potency. And by the same time landlord had already called his lawyer of state friend who told him to call the cops and tell em all. They raided the residence and found my drugs hidden where I put them, in a small forest behind. Were like 40g of all the chemicals you can imagine, and in a conservative German region I thought this might mean prison sentence. It didn't, but the lawyer told me otherwise to keep me paying. The process stretched over two years which were easily the most horrible of my life. I lost my gf, my home, all stuff and eventually money I had, just because of this fucking idiot.

But on with the story, they brought me to the psych ward, where I was immediately locked into a big, bright and lonely room without any supervision because they thought I'd be psychotic to babble about different drugs etc. Had I really OD'd I'd have been dead. As the morning dawned I found myself in the most little, most terrible psych station I've ever been. No books, no distraction, nothing but horrific personnel who told the people to 'let them eat, we also let you eat' and a doc who told me I had 'psychosis, this'll last your life, forget hope'. Then they overdosed me with a cocktail of antipsychotics upon which got me so intoxicated that I forgot who and where I was. After 9 endless days they put me out to street in a city which wasn't mine and little more than what I had on me. Couldn't go back, couldn't go forth with 20 euros being all I had. First bought a bottle of cheap wine in a nearby store then remembered that I had registered my credit card with the German railways so I could buy a ticket in an internet corner. Used the remaining money for beers and drove back to my now-ex gf. The friend who had recommended me said landlord told me that 'there'll come nothing' from sides of police. This was what they told him, and of course only meant him. They opened a case which costed me like 10.000$ for lawyer and expenses, and 3.000$ of penalty, as well as a ban for Germany if I wouldn't leave by myself. My gf lived there, so it was my turn to leave her (she couldn't imagine to move to another country just because of stupid mistakes by me).

There's more about mistakes I made regarding drugs, one of them was to do high amounts of DCK on a daily base (also eyeballed, but from the amount I used to order and the days it lasted I must have used anyhing from 500mg to 1g per day in the end) and making shitty decisions based on the memory inhibition and emotional disinhibition which would cost me the remaining money which I had from saving up over years but the incident above was easily the most horrific occasion mainly because it wasn't my country where I didn't know how hard they'd penalty one and as said that my gf lived there.

Most of such stuff could be completely avoided by a generous legalization of all psychoactive drugs.
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Yeah, I had an affair, with a chemical that split up my relationship with my ex. I had put up with nearly 30 years of continuous pain, that nothing completely removed, when I discovered ketamine. No pain because your body dissolved out from under you. I fell in love with no pain: you can love several people, but jus be 'in love' with one.
Finally, she came home and found me somewhere past Alpha Centauri, courtesy of an anaesthetic dose of PCP. I ended up in a psyche ward, as they thought I'd tried to kill myself. Based on that wrong assumption and lazy psychiatrists, I've been saddled with a medical record saying "psychotic". Even gave one psychiatrist the page ref in the DSM-V stating PTSD, with trigger stressors, presents almost identically as paranoid schizophrenia, but he did fuck all.
After 15 months of therapy (sometimes really fucking painful), I felt enough like my normal self to tell them to shove their depot injections of antipsychotics up their arse. They brought up antipsychotics during my latest visit to a psyche ward, after my wife's death. It provoked a rather forceful negative response, on my behalf (just what I need on top of depression brought about by m wife's traumatic death: my emotions switched off).
At times, I really despair of a lot of psychiatric staff...
 
Bleaney said:
So very many.

Frankly, I don't believe or understand people that say that they don't make mistakes with drugs, or haven't ever made any mistakes with drugs. Come on, who has never made a mistake in this game!? How is that even possible!?

I have a lot more to say on this subject, but I am in great danger of oversharing my many mishaps and disasters, so I may just try to come back with 1 or 2 best examples when I can think of them.
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Got to admit, anyone who gets to my age, after a lifetime of using drugs, who won't admit to at least one fuck up, pharmacologically, is in my opinion, full of shit. Everyone makes mistakes; the art is in making sure that it's not a fatal mistake...
 
Grabbed the wrong bag once, wanted to bubble a-pvp and instead filled it with a strong cannabinoid. Vaped this, big od, had a blackout and problems breathing (disponeya) afterwards.
 
izo said:
Grabbed the wrong bag once, wanted to bubble a-pvp and instead filled it with a strong cannabinoid. Vaped this, big od, had a blackout and problems breathing (disponeya) afterwards.
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Full on cannabinoid agonists are fucking dangerous, sometimes fatal. THC is a partial agonist, hence it's lack of toxicity (that said, swallow enough of a cannabis preperation and you'll wish you were dead - my experience of swallowing a gram of fresh Moroccan hash oil).
As I explained to my wife, the only way cannabis can kill you, is if someone drops a kilo brick out of an aeroplane and it hits you in the head...
 
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Ye watching some movies about spice.those guys acted like really hooked persons.....and known of mine,who ended in psych.ward after abuse a lot of this synth.cannabinoids.when he smoke just normal weed everything looks fineI tried personally one-a bag lost in the mountain...ha.ha...and it was very quick acting and powerful....some herb bluish sprayed with this
 
The UltimateFixx said:
Fuck man you're damned fortunate not to suffer recurrent hallucinations or psychosis.

PS I've never felt inclined to try nutmeg, nor datura for that matter. These are classed as 'deliriants' and that word already sounds like nothing pleasurable can come of it.
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I blame this cunt:




This was the bible for young druggists in the 70s. Unfortunately, the only things really accessible to UK youth were nutmeg and broom flowers.

They're both fuckin shit.
 
fastandbulbous said:
Full on cannabinoid agonists are fucking dangerous, sometimes fatal. THC is a partial agonist, hence it's lack of toxicity (that said, swallow enough of a cannabis preperation and you'll wish you were dead - my experience of swallowing a gram of fresh Moroccan hash oil).
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Yeah, these indole and indazole based ligands are pretty dangerous and I don’t like it’s effects. N-propyl ligands are decent but you want to redose every half an hour or so.
Years ago we made milk shakes out of ordinary standard hash, 1g per person, fully stoned for around 12 hours and almost incapable of moving, but it was great.
 
F.U.B.A.R. said:
I blame this cunt:




This was the bible for young druggists in the 70s. Unfortunately, the only things really accessible to UK youth were nutmeg and broom flowers.

They're both fuckin shit.
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Fortunately I never owned nor even cast my eyes upon that book before..

I did actually buy a container of whole unprocessed nutmeg nuts a year or so ago, with half a mind to trying it as a legal high. But After re-reading the reviews on Errowid, and you're comments on here Fubar, the nutmeg remains firmly unused, apart from for one culinary experiment.

There was also always Saffron and Bananna skins of course. But I think Saffron could actually have an effect. The old Donovan song, "Mellow Yellow", had nothing to do with bannana skins. I tried Saffron once as a school boy, it was very expensive and burned very hot to smoke, and I don't recall getting high tbh lol.

"I'm just mad about Saffron. Saffron's just mad about me." pfft.

Not sure it was ever that good. Although I should probably look it up or try it again before I comment further.
 
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Bleaney said:
Fortunately I never owned nor even cast my eyes upon that book before..

I did actually buy a container of whole unprocessed nutmeg nuts a year or so ago, with half a mind to trying it as a legal high. But After re-reading the reviews on Errowid, and you're comments on here Fubar, the nutmeg remains firmly unused, apart from for one culinary experiment.

There was also always Saffron and Bananna skins of course. But I think Saffron could actually have an effect, and the old Donovan Song, Saffron ("they call me Mellow Yellow") had nothing to do with bannana skins. I tried Saffron once as a school boy, it was very expensive and burned very hot to smoke, and I don't recall getting high tbh lol.

"I'm just mad about Saffron. Saffron's just mad about me." pfft.

Not sure it was ever that good. Although I should probably look it up or try it again before I comment further.
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I think it's one of the other verses that implicate said slippery bastards

"Electric banana is going to be a sudden craze...".

The idea was that baking banana skins would N-methylate serotonin present in skins to bufotenine. Utter bullshit, of course!
 
I've just been looking up the lyrics on a song meanings thread.

songmeanings.com

Donovan - Mellow Yellow Lyrics & Meanings | SongMeanings

Mellow Yellow Lyrics & Meanings: I'm just mad about Saffron / Saffron's mad about me / I'm just mad about Saffron / She's just mad about me / / [Chorus: ] / They call me mellow yellow / (Quite rightly) / They call me mellow yellow / (Quite rightly) / They call me mellow yellow / / I'm just mad...
songmeanings.com songmeanings.com

The consensus seems to be that electric banana / mellow yellow is about vibrators. Who knew. And perhaps Saffron was really just a 14 year old love interest.
 
The single most reckless and stupid thing I ever did with drugs was to order "Mephedrone" off Topix (can we mention that place now that it is no longer a live source?). I'm guessing this must have been in those desperate days post ban after I had burned through my stockpile way quicker than expected.

The stupidest part was not ordering off Topix, although that was bad enough, the stupidest part was to look carefully at what actually arrived, and know full well that it definitely was not Mephedrone, nor anything remotely like it. I don't know what came over me, some reckless fiendish desperation to get high I suppose, so I weighed out 100 mg of what i knew was Not Mephedrone, and bombed it, regardless of all potential consequences. Despite knowing full well what they could potentially be.

I was not so naive and ill informed to not know that this was like golden rule number 1 of what never to do with unknown powders of very dubious origin and appearance. Within a short time I had the most sudden and complete KO experience ever. With exactly the same speed and finality of a CRT TV being switched off, I felt my brain go the same way and I was out.

By the grace of God I did wake up again. At least I seem to have used this experience as an opportunity to learn to contain my fiending to a greater extent, and never to take large doses of unknown substances again. Ideally never do it at all if something does not look right – just bin it. Or otherwise get it tested, or at very worst just have like tiny doses if I really must insist on being an idiot nad trying it regardless. (Even that is a teribble idea I know)

I have also got myself into many a state many a times with GBL. I love the stuff so much and have so much fun on it, but it feels like my rational / sensible part of my brain basically goes offline and I can become almost completely disinhibited in what I do,. Again I don’t know how I’ve come through all of those mad sesssions without ever ending up in the back of a police van at the very least I don’t know. Its kind of a miracle.

This fiending part of my nature often takes me by surprise where drugs are concerned. Even though I know its there, if it’s been a while I tend to forget how powerful this urge is. I’m normally mostly a sensible person in most other areas of life. This is why I have never got into injecting heroin (or anything else) for example. With my wild fiendish streak wanting to get as high as possible as quickly as possible combined with the nature of that beast, it would probably make for a very short and very final chapter of my life.
 
The UltimateFixx said:
Yeah but does it have any real psychoactive effects?
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but noo it didn't work and not sure who maade up the LIE. can you imagine if it actually worked. You could get bales of it for almost NO money. that's how Dumb it was. it looked like cockroaches. lol. :(

edit: great big giant palmetto bugs like from the tropics and Hawaii Barrrrrrrrrf. pleazze don't
 
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