1. Does anyone else here have good veins? Bad veins?
2. Which drugs have you injected/had injected recreationally? Prescriptionally?
3. Does anyone have problems with injecting themselves so they ask/have to ask others to help them with it?
4. What color are most of your veins?
5. Which veins have you injected/had injected into?
I think I have relatively good veins. I've never injected myself but have gotten Solu-Medrol injected while having a reaction to a medication; it got "slammed" due to the urgency of the situation, and it burned like hell. My veins are mostly greenish. I've only ever had injections in my arm and hand veins, but incidentally I did sever my jugular vein once.
5. I began my IV career in the crook of my left arm (where lower arm meets upper arm). When that became hard to use I started looking for other arm zones that would work. I didn't have access to internet or Bluelight or anything in the early 2000s, so I just kept shooting into veins all over left arm and hand. Next I focused on the right arm, then back and forth from arm to arm, each time finding an even more od vein to hit.
1. I fucked up my veins enough to make my hands freezing cold all year! Summer freezing. Winter...freezing. I live a gloved life. Guess I'll not be leaving fingerprints anywhere lol
4. My veins appear a blueish green. Never thought about the color of veins! Thanks, Cfzrx
3. I was never the guy who needed help injecting. I have rather ghastly memories though, of desperate junkies begging me to inject them. One time it was an Ethiopian fellow in Seattle. I tried hitting his veins with no success as he watched the needle with a haunted fixation. Sweat beads began to pour down his face. I recall thinking "I hope this guy doesn't stab me with the needle."
2. I have injected a lot of tar heroin, a shit-ton of MSContin pills, a good deal of dilaudid pills, a 20-sack of crystal meth (that's it. Did it once, and seriously underestimated the amount I had loaded in the cooker. I was shooting the crystal in a cafe in Capitol Hill. I slammed the big shot and as my heart began exploding out of my chest I vacated the cafe with my head in the clouds. I was so high I went straight to an ex gf, convinced her to have me spend the night, then crashed like a mofo and just layed in bed staring at the ceiling until 3am. Then I said sorry, left, and that was it. No more gf. Thus began the Winter of my Suffering. I lived in the basement of a friend's house who was gone in Central America. The heater wasnt working so I sat by the oven at times.. Oh yeah, and of course I have injected some fire-ass cocaine that a dealer sold me hoping I would stayin town when I announced that winter that I was headed for California to kick drugs and reinvent myself.
The coke was great, a big rock, but still I got on the Greyhound at 7am after a night of shooting cocaine (1gram) and left town and everyone and everything I had in this world.
I will tell you guys the rest of the story one day. I still remember the taste of the coke as it filled my veins and made my ears ring like crazy.