mashead testing
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I had been given 2 wraps of mystery powder by one of my friends and we were still unsure as to what they were one contained about 50mg and the other approx 200mg. The powder fizzed with the ez test and did nothing else which I had read as the reaction to ketamine and my friend agreed it was also quite likely they could be ketamine although other possibilities could have been coke or speed, but from smelling and looking at the powder and the test result I decided that I would prepare myself for it to be ketamine, even if it had turned out to be coke or speed believing it was k would put me in a better place than thinking I was taking speed and then getting k effects.
So at 1am I went to my room and did the 50mg powder, it didnt seem to do much, I felt light and mybed felt a little bit more comfortable but after about 45 minutes I decided to go to sleep.
At 9am that day my mother woke me up and said she was going to see my sister at work, she went out and I decided to come online, I then remember I had k and some other drugs and I instantly wanted to do something, I havent really done much k before and when I had it had always been whilst I was under the influence of e at the same time.
I came online and went to get the k and chopped the powder which I approixmately guessed to be around 200mg in two lines and did them both one after the other into my right nostril.
After a few minutes my head started to feel something, something chemical was definitely working through me and my eyes watered it felt interesting.
10 minutes and I was actually wondering what was happening, I felt totally different and I told the friends I was talking to I was gonna go k-hole somewhere as I was started to feel very messed up.
I grabbed the cd case I had snorted the powder off and the cd that was in the player because I wanted to listen to that and went upstairs which was the first real sign of perception change, I was up the stairs really quickly and once I got into my room I decided to put a cd on so I put the cd on but the discman plugged into mixer needed using carefully as it was broken.
I laid back on my bed and began to feel really dizzy when I closed my eyes my whole body would be approaching this big black circle and I felt aborbed into that but it seemed like too much, the effects felt similar to 2cb at that point although I didnt feel as in control of able to control what I was thinking.
I began to feel sick and my stomach retched and the cd started to skip and jump and that drove me crazy but it was such a challange, I managed to stand up and pull the cd player from the wire connecting it to the mixer and dropped the cd player, but then I picked up a record that was on the deck and I really cant remember what I did with it and later it appeared to be on the floor although I dont know what happened to the record I think was on the other deck.
I sat back on my bed, it seemed to become a part of my body but my head was so lost and still trying to approach this big black circle, I knew this was a k-hole well I guessed it was as it was like nothing I had ever experienced, at the thought of actually k-holing I felt scared and excited, scared because I was so out of control and excited because it was so interesting.
My stomach started to get worse and I was retching so bad, I decided to the best position to be in was sat on my bed face into my bin just dropping in and out of my mind. The whole thing totally overwhelmed me and I needed soemthing to connect me to reality so I tried to remember where I had left my phone but it was downstairs.
I wondered if going downstairs was an option for about a second before becoming scared of the stairs, all I could think of was falling down the stairs because I had no balance or ability to move. I craved my phone I needed that connection to the outside world so bad but it wasnt there.
The sounds around me merged together, I could hear the cars going up the road combining with what sounded like workman for a constant buzz of noise and every so often I was certain I had heard the door slam as though my mother was home.
I got incredibly paranoid of the state I was in, I was so sure someone was going to come in and hear I was a dribbling wreck totally out of control.
My head seemed to go through everything I had ever associated with k, everyone I had ever talked to about k, even magazine articles were coming up as images in my mind and the other times I had done k had been tuned into my head, my head was fixed on the k and my body was unable to move or coordinate itself to do anything.
My head felt as though it had melted and I was retching every few minutes into a very small pool of vomit at the bottom of my bin, at one point I thought I had died it seemed as though nothing would be the same again, I was totally absorbed in my head and nothing existed but the buzz of noise and the feeling in my stomach.
My head had random emoticons from msn popping up the smiley faces would flash through my mind and I was so confused about the conversations I had left flashing on the screen in my hurry to find somewhere comfortable. I was paranoid someone would read them infact I was so paranoid my mother would come home and looking at the watch enabled me to tell the time but the time didnt make any sense.
I thought my head was silly putty and everything around me was bouncy, I had always described k as bouncy in the past but I became more than that, my mind decided if silly putty could copy things then so could I and I pictured myself copying the green of the walls onto my head as though I was silly putty and my head felt as though someone was playing with my silly putty brain that was having senses changed and lost.
I couldnt concentrate on everything it made me feel even more sick, I was regretting what I had done and wishing it would end although thoughts of it never ending occasionally crossed my mind only to be shot down by the one little part of me that was saying it would be ok soon just go with it. Going with it was too much though and although I was knowing I would enjoy it somethinh was telling me no.
The vomitting got worse and there was nothing inside me to come out so I retched really hard and badly until stomach bile came out with tears of frustration in my eyes, I didnt know how long this has all been happening and I didnt know how long it had left to go, I started to think I had underestimated the powder by thinking it was heavily cut and was trying to work out how long it would go for but I didnt know.
I told myself as long as im ok by the time my mum gets home then thats all that matters but the thoughts of her arriving at any moment still scared me as I continued to retch into the bin. Everything was so fucked up and I thought about trying to do other things to occupy me but all these ideas faded as I just sat on my bed clutching the bin and wondering what the fuck was going on.
Eventually what must have been about 90 minutes later after some really bad retches I started to feel a bit more coherant and I tried to stand but I still wasnt ready, sat back for a bit longer before deciding to attempt the stairs, my perception had definitely altered everything seemed much bigger although I was bigger too but the stairs only took what seemed a few steps and I was back at the lap top in no time ready to type "fuck" many times onto the boxes on the screens and just press the keys in a vein attempt someone would understand.
I wanted to type help, but I knew there was nothing anyone could do and after a few minutes I decided to have a bath. I went to the bathroom and found standing up was not happening and I dropped to the floor with the bin still in my hands retching even more violently into it and all I could think of was the time a friend had asked me to find out what the green stuff was he had thrown up after doing lots of k before.
I slowly emptied the water in the bath although the bath seemed to be covered in little hairs but they went and I was confused so I washed the bath and then ran another bath and eventually got in, I started to feel better although kept retching over the side into the bin and occasionally actually retching so hard my stomach seemed to come out of my mouth.
After maybe 20 minutes in the bath I felt more relaxed and got out and dried myself although I was still very wobbly and confused I came online but I cant remember what I did and then I grabbed my phone and went back to my room.
Laying in bed I was crying trying to understand where I had been and I txted a couple of my friends telling them I was totally lost and confused.
I then tried to sleep and I slept till a couple of hours later when my mother came home and woke me up.
This was about an hour ago and I still feel very fragile now, I guess I totally underestimated the quality of the powder and I think I will be more careful.
I dont know if I enjoyed this experience or not, my stomach didnt and I think that kind of spoilt it for me although sometimes the feeling of being out of control was far too much and even though I have been what I would call out of control before on drugs this was something else.
One thing sticks in my mind which I believe I have read.
"on k you have no contact with the outside world, its gone"
Thanks for reading this.
So at 1am I went to my room and did the 50mg powder, it didnt seem to do much, I felt light and mybed felt a little bit more comfortable but after about 45 minutes I decided to go to sleep.
At 9am that day my mother woke me up and said she was going to see my sister at work, she went out and I decided to come online, I then remember I had k and some other drugs and I instantly wanted to do something, I havent really done much k before and when I had it had always been whilst I was under the influence of e at the same time.
I came online and went to get the k and chopped the powder which I approixmately guessed to be around 200mg in two lines and did them both one after the other into my right nostril.
After a few minutes my head started to feel something, something chemical was definitely working through me and my eyes watered it felt interesting.
10 minutes and I was actually wondering what was happening, I felt totally different and I told the friends I was talking to I was gonna go k-hole somewhere as I was started to feel very messed up.
I grabbed the cd case I had snorted the powder off and the cd that was in the player because I wanted to listen to that and went upstairs which was the first real sign of perception change, I was up the stairs really quickly and once I got into my room I decided to put a cd on so I put the cd on but the discman plugged into mixer needed using carefully as it was broken.
I laid back on my bed and began to feel really dizzy when I closed my eyes my whole body would be approaching this big black circle and I felt aborbed into that but it seemed like too much, the effects felt similar to 2cb at that point although I didnt feel as in control of able to control what I was thinking.
I began to feel sick and my stomach retched and the cd started to skip and jump and that drove me crazy but it was such a challange, I managed to stand up and pull the cd player from the wire connecting it to the mixer and dropped the cd player, but then I picked up a record that was on the deck and I really cant remember what I did with it and later it appeared to be on the floor although I dont know what happened to the record I think was on the other deck.
I sat back on my bed, it seemed to become a part of my body but my head was so lost and still trying to approach this big black circle, I knew this was a k-hole well I guessed it was as it was like nothing I had ever experienced, at the thought of actually k-holing I felt scared and excited, scared because I was so out of control and excited because it was so interesting.
My stomach started to get worse and I was retching so bad, I decided to the best position to be in was sat on my bed face into my bin just dropping in and out of my mind. The whole thing totally overwhelmed me and I needed soemthing to connect me to reality so I tried to remember where I had left my phone but it was downstairs.
I wondered if going downstairs was an option for about a second before becoming scared of the stairs, all I could think of was falling down the stairs because I had no balance or ability to move. I craved my phone I needed that connection to the outside world so bad but it wasnt there.
The sounds around me merged together, I could hear the cars going up the road combining with what sounded like workman for a constant buzz of noise and every so often I was certain I had heard the door slam as though my mother was home.
I got incredibly paranoid of the state I was in, I was so sure someone was going to come in and hear I was a dribbling wreck totally out of control.
My head seemed to go through everything I had ever associated with k, everyone I had ever talked to about k, even magazine articles were coming up as images in my mind and the other times I had done k had been tuned into my head, my head was fixed on the k and my body was unable to move or coordinate itself to do anything.
My head felt as though it had melted and I was retching every few minutes into a very small pool of vomit at the bottom of my bin, at one point I thought I had died it seemed as though nothing would be the same again, I was totally absorbed in my head and nothing existed but the buzz of noise and the feeling in my stomach.
My head had random emoticons from msn popping up the smiley faces would flash through my mind and I was so confused about the conversations I had left flashing on the screen in my hurry to find somewhere comfortable. I was paranoid someone would read them infact I was so paranoid my mother would come home and looking at the watch enabled me to tell the time but the time didnt make any sense.
I thought my head was silly putty and everything around me was bouncy, I had always described k as bouncy in the past but I became more than that, my mind decided if silly putty could copy things then so could I and I pictured myself copying the green of the walls onto my head as though I was silly putty and my head felt as though someone was playing with my silly putty brain that was having senses changed and lost.
I couldnt concentrate on everything it made me feel even more sick, I was regretting what I had done and wishing it would end although thoughts of it never ending occasionally crossed my mind only to be shot down by the one little part of me that was saying it would be ok soon just go with it. Going with it was too much though and although I was knowing I would enjoy it somethinh was telling me no.
The vomitting got worse and there was nothing inside me to come out so I retched really hard and badly until stomach bile came out with tears of frustration in my eyes, I didnt know how long this has all been happening and I didnt know how long it had left to go, I started to think I had underestimated the powder by thinking it was heavily cut and was trying to work out how long it would go for but I didnt know.
I told myself as long as im ok by the time my mum gets home then thats all that matters but the thoughts of her arriving at any moment still scared me as I continued to retch into the bin. Everything was so fucked up and I thought about trying to do other things to occupy me but all these ideas faded as I just sat on my bed clutching the bin and wondering what the fuck was going on.
Eventually what must have been about 90 minutes later after some really bad retches I started to feel a bit more coherant and I tried to stand but I still wasnt ready, sat back for a bit longer before deciding to attempt the stairs, my perception had definitely altered everything seemed much bigger although I was bigger too but the stairs only took what seemed a few steps and I was back at the lap top in no time ready to type "fuck" many times onto the boxes on the screens and just press the keys in a vein attempt someone would understand.
I wanted to type help, but I knew there was nothing anyone could do and after a few minutes I decided to have a bath. I went to the bathroom and found standing up was not happening and I dropped to the floor with the bin still in my hands retching even more violently into it and all I could think of was the time a friend had asked me to find out what the green stuff was he had thrown up after doing lots of k before.
I slowly emptied the water in the bath although the bath seemed to be covered in little hairs but they went and I was confused so I washed the bath and then ran another bath and eventually got in, I started to feel better although kept retching over the side into the bin and occasionally actually retching so hard my stomach seemed to come out of my mouth.
After maybe 20 minutes in the bath I felt more relaxed and got out and dried myself although I was still very wobbly and confused I came online but I cant remember what I did and then I grabbed my phone and went back to my room.
Laying in bed I was crying trying to understand where I had been and I txted a couple of my friends telling them I was totally lost and confused.
I then tried to sleep and I slept till a couple of hours later when my mother came home and woke me up.
This was about an hour ago and I still feel very fragile now, I guess I totally underestimated the quality of the powder and I think I will be more careful.
I dont know if I enjoyed this experience or not, my stomach didnt and I think that kind of spoilt it for me although sometimes the feeling of being out of control was far too much and even though I have been what I would call out of control before on drugs this was something else.
One thing sticks in my mind which I believe I have read.
"on k you have no contact with the outside world, its gone"
Thanks for reading this.
