LysergicTryp
Greenlighter
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- Feb 9, 2007
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I'll list the doses first, but keep in mind I did not go into this night expecting to dose like this, nor am I bragging in any way. This was really fucking dumb.
LSD - 12 hits liquid
Halcion - 2.5mg
Heineken - 4 bottles
Oxycodone - 160mg
Friday night, and I manage to score 30 hits of liquid LSD, so I decide tonight is the night I try my first large dose trip. My good friend Tasha is with me, trying acid for the first time, so she takes three hits. We drop around 8:00 in the evening, and take a cooler with a 6 pack of Heineken with us on our walk to the local park.
98:30 - Just about at the park and it's starting to get dark outside. We each had two beers on the walk here, and I'm feeling a little light headed, as is she. Neither of us drinks very much. Anticipation of the high, but no effects so far. She says she feels weird, but I chalk it up to placebo.
8:45 - We're at the park, walking down the lit path. Lights are more washed out for me, so I ask Tasha to look at my pupils.
"Uh... what?"
"Look at my pupils, tell me if they're dilated" (I always want to know this)
At this point she kind of zones out looking at the ground for about five minutes, but she seems ok so I leave her to her trip.
From here on times are probably not too accurate, trip getting intense.
8:55 - Tasha all of a sudden looks at me, eyes huge and says "whoooooooooooaaaaaaaaa", long and drawn out. Obviously, I burst out laughing like I've never laughed before, (my first time with a first time tripper), so she gives me a punch on the shoulder and tells me to shut my trap, blushing like I've never seen her blush.
I look at her when I manage to stop laughing, a good five minutes later, and mimic her. "whooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaah". She laughs and hits me again. "Your pupils have no color left".
9:30 - Random gibberish acid talk, naturally, both enjoying the view. Pine trees appear to be dancing to my music while the clouds overhead swirl in rhythm. Pretty dark now, I can see she is getting a little nervous, glancing into the trees as if startled every now and then, so I suggest we turn back.
10:00 - back out of the park, and she seems to be calmer, though she never complained.
"You look like a cartoon with your giant eyes." she says, after 5 minutes of staring at me.
"I feel like I'm lost in a cartoon..."
I had downed two more beers in the interim, though I wasn't feeling them at all now, it was like the acid totally nullified the alcohols effect on me.
10:30 - more random acid talk, and I'm dropping her off at home. I ask her what she thought, and she told me she thought it was the best fucking time ever, and gave me a big kiss, which I thought was just the bees knees. (also, I told her I thought tonight was the bees knees, which prompted a mad fit of laughter from her, and me, for god knows how long.
11:05? - i'm walking home now alone, trees still dancing, clouds still swirling and I am in awe as the view in the distance turns into the most gorgeous painting I have ever seen.
11:24 - i go on msn, and have more random acid talk with tasha, as well as a bunch of other, sober/drunk friends. I can imagine she was laughing for pretty much the duration of our chat, at least until things started going weird for me, because I was nearly in tears from laughter.
12:00? - been peaking for a bit now, or so I thought. Everything beyond my screen was black, it was like nothing existed but me and the laptop. My laptop, and mouse, lift about an inch off of the table that I can't see, and start moving to my left. I bring this up with a drunk friend of mine, and he says "dude its bugs gross".
I am not very fond of bugs... at all... and all of a sudden, I can see them, thousands of bugs carrying my laptop, with a tiny little black dot of a body, and stringy translucent legs. I freak out a little, and tell myself I'm just tripping... so I pick up one of the bugs by one of it's legs, and it splits apart into hundreds of pieces, which then get up, and grow their own legs.
Time doesn't even come into my head now.
I start to freak out, my legs are pulled up next to me in my chair now, because there are now bugs all over the floor. My drunk friend is trying to calm me down, I tell tasha that I'm freaking out, and she's trying to calm me down. She tells me to take some Halcion, and go to bed. It took me five minutes to get the courage to jump onto my bed and onto the floor by my door, before bolting out of my room and into the bathroom to raid the medicine cabinet. (I completely forgot about the beers I had drank earlier when I took five Halcion, just to make sure I could sleep. I went back into my room, jumped onto my bed and back into my chair, frantically brushing the bugs off of my legs. I now feel like there are bugs everywhere, my head is itchy, and I only stop brushing myself off when I am talking to tasha, who is still trying to calm me down.
I don't remember anything after that, until probably 5:00 in the morning, when I woke up on the floor in a puddle of vomit. My stomach was clenching, and I couldn't do anything but dry heave for what seemed like hours, before passing out again.
The next time I woke up I was in the hospital, IVed and strapped to a bed, Tasha is beside me, but I can't talk, I can't breathe. She's screaming for a nurse... and I pass out again.
Well into the next day, I wake up and start dry heaving. I'm not strapped anymore, and I run to the bathroom, a nurse running right behind me. I am over the toilet dry heaving, but there is nothing in my stomach. When I'm done, the nurse helps me into my bed, and gives me something? to help me sleep. I can't open my mouth to speak, or I start dry heaving again, so I let sleep take me yet again.
It turns out during the 5 or so hours after I took the halcion, I had professed my love for tasha, taken two OC80s, and told her that I was dying, ODing from the oxy. I don't remember any of this. She had been with me the whole time in the hospital, crying while I she thought I was dying.
It's now a day and a half later, I just got home. I now have to go to regular meetings with a psychiatrist, starting june 15th, which may or may not lead to forced rehabilitation. This is my third time in 6 weeks ODing on opiates (second time in a hospital). I tried to talk to Tasha, but she told me she didn't want to talk to me, she would talk to me when she was ready, if ever. I guess I hurt her pretty bad. I'm so sick, and I hate myself for doing this, and I just finished throwing out my remaining hits of acid, as well as a dozen or so rolls.
So I pretty much feel... like shit now. I need to grow up, and get my life together before I can even think about using again.
LSD - 12 hits liquid
Halcion - 2.5mg
Heineken - 4 bottles
Oxycodone - 160mg
Friday night, and I manage to score 30 hits of liquid LSD, so I decide tonight is the night I try my first large dose trip. My good friend Tasha is with me, trying acid for the first time, so she takes three hits. We drop around 8:00 in the evening, and take a cooler with a 6 pack of Heineken with us on our walk to the local park.
98:30 - Just about at the park and it's starting to get dark outside. We each had two beers on the walk here, and I'm feeling a little light headed, as is she. Neither of us drinks very much. Anticipation of the high, but no effects so far. She says she feels weird, but I chalk it up to placebo.
8:45 - We're at the park, walking down the lit path. Lights are more washed out for me, so I ask Tasha to look at my pupils.
"Uh... what?"
"Look at my pupils, tell me if they're dilated" (I always want to know this)
At this point she kind of zones out looking at the ground for about five minutes, but she seems ok so I leave her to her trip.
From here on times are probably not too accurate, trip getting intense.
8:55 - Tasha all of a sudden looks at me, eyes huge and says "whoooooooooooaaaaaaaaa", long and drawn out. Obviously, I burst out laughing like I've never laughed before, (my first time with a first time tripper), so she gives me a punch on the shoulder and tells me to shut my trap, blushing like I've never seen her blush.
I look at her when I manage to stop laughing, a good five minutes later, and mimic her. "whooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaah". She laughs and hits me again. "Your pupils have no color left".
9:30 - Random gibberish acid talk, naturally, both enjoying the view. Pine trees appear to be dancing to my music while the clouds overhead swirl in rhythm. Pretty dark now, I can see she is getting a little nervous, glancing into the trees as if startled every now and then, so I suggest we turn back.
10:00 - back out of the park, and she seems to be calmer, though she never complained.
"You look like a cartoon with your giant eyes." she says, after 5 minutes of staring at me.
"I feel like I'm lost in a cartoon..."
I had downed two more beers in the interim, though I wasn't feeling them at all now, it was like the acid totally nullified the alcohols effect on me.
10:30 - more random acid talk, and I'm dropping her off at home. I ask her what she thought, and she told me she thought it was the best fucking time ever, and gave me a big kiss, which I thought was just the bees knees. (also, I told her I thought tonight was the bees knees, which prompted a mad fit of laughter from her, and me, for god knows how long.
11:05? - i'm walking home now alone, trees still dancing, clouds still swirling and I am in awe as the view in the distance turns into the most gorgeous painting I have ever seen.
11:24 - i go on msn, and have more random acid talk with tasha, as well as a bunch of other, sober/drunk friends. I can imagine she was laughing for pretty much the duration of our chat, at least until things started going weird for me, because I was nearly in tears from laughter.
12:00? - been peaking for a bit now, or so I thought. Everything beyond my screen was black, it was like nothing existed but me and the laptop. My laptop, and mouse, lift about an inch off of the table that I can't see, and start moving to my left. I bring this up with a drunk friend of mine, and he says "dude its bugs gross".
I am not very fond of bugs... at all... and all of a sudden, I can see them, thousands of bugs carrying my laptop, with a tiny little black dot of a body, and stringy translucent legs. I freak out a little, and tell myself I'm just tripping... so I pick up one of the bugs by one of it's legs, and it splits apart into hundreds of pieces, which then get up, and grow their own legs.
Time doesn't even come into my head now.
I start to freak out, my legs are pulled up next to me in my chair now, because there are now bugs all over the floor. My drunk friend is trying to calm me down, I tell tasha that I'm freaking out, and she's trying to calm me down. She tells me to take some Halcion, and go to bed. It took me five minutes to get the courage to jump onto my bed and onto the floor by my door, before bolting out of my room and into the bathroom to raid the medicine cabinet. (I completely forgot about the beers I had drank earlier when I took five Halcion, just to make sure I could sleep. I went back into my room, jumped onto my bed and back into my chair, frantically brushing the bugs off of my legs. I now feel like there are bugs everywhere, my head is itchy, and I only stop brushing myself off when I am talking to tasha, who is still trying to calm me down.
I don't remember anything after that, until probably 5:00 in the morning, when I woke up on the floor in a puddle of vomit. My stomach was clenching, and I couldn't do anything but dry heave for what seemed like hours, before passing out again.
The next time I woke up I was in the hospital, IVed and strapped to a bed, Tasha is beside me, but I can't talk, I can't breathe. She's screaming for a nurse... and I pass out again.
Well into the next day, I wake up and start dry heaving. I'm not strapped anymore, and I run to the bathroom, a nurse running right behind me. I am over the toilet dry heaving, but there is nothing in my stomach. When I'm done, the nurse helps me into my bed, and gives me something? to help me sleep. I can't open my mouth to speak, or I start dry heaving again, so I let sleep take me yet again.
It turns out during the 5 or so hours after I took the halcion, I had professed my love for tasha, taken two OC80s, and told her that I was dying, ODing from the oxy. I don't remember any of this. She had been with me the whole time in the hospital, crying while I she thought I was dying.
It's now a day and a half later, I just got home. I now have to go to regular meetings with a psychiatrist, starting june 15th, which may or may not lead to forced rehabilitation. This is my third time in 6 weeks ODing on opiates (second time in a hospital). I tried to talk to Tasha, but she told me she didn't want to talk to me, she would talk to me when she was ready, if ever. I guess I hurt her pretty bad. I'm so sick, and I hate myself for doing this, and I just finished throwing out my remaining hits of acid, as well as a dozen or so rolls.
So I pretty much feel... like shit now. I need to grow up, and get my life together before I can even think about using again.
