Reflections On My First K Trip
Well, I did k for the first time last night, and let me just say-----WHAT THE FUCK! Holy fucking shit, that is one badass drug. I can't say I loved, but I didn't hate it either. Nonetheless, I would have to describe the experience as not pleasurable. However, that does not mean I will stop using k; I had bad experiences with weed in the past, and now I love it. I think one of the main problems with this experience was the setting. But now I'll describe the trip in its entirety (at least what I can remember) and let everyone give me feedback on what they think.
I got all my materials ready, and went into the bathroom to prepare to take the k. I had to be very secretive throughout this whole process, because I live with my parents, which I know is lame, but at least I'll be moving out in two weeks. I cut myself a line that was about one inch long, and snorted it with a straw in under a minute. I then put away all my equipment, went out to the living room where I was alone, sat down, and turned on the TV. As I was putting my stuff away, I could already feel the effects of k start to manifest. I was losing my balance and felt extremely light headed. As I watched TV, the effects became more and more intense. My whole body started to feel numb, especially my throat, mouth, and face. The numbness would occasionally be coupled with a tingly sensation that would run along my arms and legs. After a few minutes of sitting in front of the TV, I realized that, though I knew what was on (Bill Mayer's Politically Correct), I had no idea whatsoever as to what the topic being discussed was. So I attempted to concentrate on what was being said, but to no avail. My attention to the TV just kept fading out, the voices sounded distant, and it was incredibly difficult to understand the words being said. It wasn't that I couldn't hear them clearly; it was just that the significance and meaning of the words were not being comprehended.
After trying for 5 minutes to get a grip on my mind, I decided to give up on the TV, and go to bed and put my headphones on. This proved to be quite difficult. I got up out of the chair I had been sitting in, and immediately started to wobble. I could hardly maintain my balance, but managed to stay on my feet by using the hallway walls for support. I slowly made my way to the bathroom, turned on the light, and shut and locked the door behind me. My mouth felt really dry, so I used my hand to drink some water from the tap.
At this point I think it is appropriate to describe some of the general feelings I was undergoing, before going further into the events of the night. I must say, that the k experience is almost ineffable. I consider myself to be able to describe and explain my feelings with a great deal of clarity, but in this case I am left speechless. The world seemed to have fallen out of reality; it had become unreal. I think what caused this was the dissociative properties of the drug. It was not as if I could now see the illusory quality of the world, but rather I had escaped my body and the world, and risen to a higher plane of reality. I seemed to have left my body, and was now free of all of its problems. That is the best way I can describe it, an out of body experience.
But things starting getting bad at this point. I began to feel nauseous, and then I started vomiting profusely. I did take the precaution of not eating before taking k, in fact my last meal had been two and half hours before the trip. However, I should say that the vomiting was not terrible, because I felt so detached from my physical self, it was as if it was happening to someone else. Then my mother heard me throwing up, and asked if I was feeling well. I told her I was fine, and that I was just feeling a little under the weather. She bought the lie amazingly enough, but what was more shocking was the dialogue. I honestly have no idea how I talked to her; it was like it was not me who was speaking. The words seemed to come from another person. And it was now that the out of body effect of ketamine became most noticeable.
As soon as I was finished with puking my guts out, I managed to clumsily walk into my bedroom. I turned off the light and flopped onto my bed; then I endeavored on the most arduous task of putting on my headphones. The play button was pushed, and thus began the musical part off my trip.
I certainly cannot say that Lady k treats music very well. The CD (Pink Floyd) sounded terrible, the synthesizers and guitars were distorted, and the voices seemed be faded. Gradually, as the night went on, the intensity of the trip began to wane. My nausea slowly disappeared, and my psyche and body steadily began merge together again.
This is the extent of what I can remember. I fell asleep with my headphones on within a couple of hours, and that was it.
For those of you reading this that have not tried k, I give you this advice: try it! Don't let the negative aspects of my report deter you. There were many things dealing with the setting of my trip that made it uncomfortable, just be sure to eliminate these things in your first trip. And remember that it is only a small portion of you life, and you will return to normal.
For those of you reading that are experienced with k, I ask for your help. Did the report sound like a k-hole experience? If not a k-hole, can you give me an estimate of where it would fall in the spectrum of k trips (strong, medium, weak)? Do you have any advise that could make my trips in the future better? I am going to some dance clubs tonight, and plan to do more k there. Do I have any tolerance to k right now? Is it significant? What type of trip do you recommend for clubs? Or do you not recommend the use of k at dance clubs?
[This message has been edited by zzz111 (edited 11 August 2001).]
[This message has been edited by zzz111 (edited 11 August 2001).]
[This message has been edited by zzz111 (edited 11 August 2001).]
Well, I did k for the first time last night, and let me just say-----WHAT THE FUCK! Holy fucking shit, that is one badass drug. I can't say I loved, but I didn't hate it either. Nonetheless, I would have to describe the experience as not pleasurable. However, that does not mean I will stop using k; I had bad experiences with weed in the past, and now I love it. I think one of the main problems with this experience was the setting. But now I'll describe the trip in its entirety (at least what I can remember) and let everyone give me feedback on what they think.
I got all my materials ready, and went into the bathroom to prepare to take the k. I had to be very secretive throughout this whole process, because I live with my parents, which I know is lame, but at least I'll be moving out in two weeks. I cut myself a line that was about one inch long, and snorted it with a straw in under a minute. I then put away all my equipment, went out to the living room where I was alone, sat down, and turned on the TV. As I was putting my stuff away, I could already feel the effects of k start to manifest. I was losing my balance and felt extremely light headed. As I watched TV, the effects became more and more intense. My whole body started to feel numb, especially my throat, mouth, and face. The numbness would occasionally be coupled with a tingly sensation that would run along my arms and legs. After a few minutes of sitting in front of the TV, I realized that, though I knew what was on (Bill Mayer's Politically Correct), I had no idea whatsoever as to what the topic being discussed was. So I attempted to concentrate on what was being said, but to no avail. My attention to the TV just kept fading out, the voices sounded distant, and it was incredibly difficult to understand the words being said. It wasn't that I couldn't hear them clearly; it was just that the significance and meaning of the words were not being comprehended.
After trying for 5 minutes to get a grip on my mind, I decided to give up on the TV, and go to bed and put my headphones on. This proved to be quite difficult. I got up out of the chair I had been sitting in, and immediately started to wobble. I could hardly maintain my balance, but managed to stay on my feet by using the hallway walls for support. I slowly made my way to the bathroom, turned on the light, and shut and locked the door behind me. My mouth felt really dry, so I used my hand to drink some water from the tap.
At this point I think it is appropriate to describe some of the general feelings I was undergoing, before going further into the events of the night. I must say, that the k experience is almost ineffable. I consider myself to be able to describe and explain my feelings with a great deal of clarity, but in this case I am left speechless. The world seemed to have fallen out of reality; it had become unreal. I think what caused this was the dissociative properties of the drug. It was not as if I could now see the illusory quality of the world, but rather I had escaped my body and the world, and risen to a higher plane of reality. I seemed to have left my body, and was now free of all of its problems. That is the best way I can describe it, an out of body experience.
But things starting getting bad at this point. I began to feel nauseous, and then I started vomiting profusely. I did take the precaution of not eating before taking k, in fact my last meal had been two and half hours before the trip. However, I should say that the vomiting was not terrible, because I felt so detached from my physical self, it was as if it was happening to someone else. Then my mother heard me throwing up, and asked if I was feeling well. I told her I was fine, and that I was just feeling a little under the weather. She bought the lie amazingly enough, but what was more shocking was the dialogue. I honestly have no idea how I talked to her; it was like it was not me who was speaking. The words seemed to come from another person. And it was now that the out of body effect of ketamine became most noticeable.
As soon as I was finished with puking my guts out, I managed to clumsily walk into my bedroom. I turned off the light and flopped onto my bed; then I endeavored on the most arduous task of putting on my headphones. The play button was pushed, and thus began the musical part off my trip.
I certainly cannot say that Lady k treats music very well. The CD (Pink Floyd) sounded terrible, the synthesizers and guitars were distorted, and the voices seemed be faded. Gradually, as the night went on, the intensity of the trip began to wane. My nausea slowly disappeared, and my psyche and body steadily began merge together again.
This is the extent of what I can remember. I fell asleep with my headphones on within a couple of hours, and that was it.
For those of you reading this that have not tried k, I give you this advice: try it! Don't let the negative aspects of my report deter you. There were many things dealing with the setting of my trip that made it uncomfortable, just be sure to eliminate these things in your first trip. And remember that it is only a small portion of you life, and you will return to normal.
For those of you reading that are experienced with k, I ask for your help. Did the report sound like a k-hole experience? If not a k-hole, can you give me an estimate of where it would fall in the spectrum of k trips (strong, medium, weak)? Do you have any advise that could make my trips in the future better? I am going to some dance clubs tonight, and plan to do more k there. Do I have any tolerance to k right now? Is it significant? What type of trip do you recommend for clubs? Or do you not recommend the use of k at dance clubs?
[This message has been edited by zzz111 (edited 11 August 2001).]
[This message has been edited by zzz111 (edited 11 August 2001).]
[This message has been edited by zzz111 (edited 11 August 2001).]