dubiouscasserole
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One pound of flesh. No more, no less. No cartilage, no bone, but only flesh. This task done... and he would go free.
-Se7en, I mean, err, some old poetry I'll probably never read
Background:
I tried PV after my RC source ran out of my drug of choice: methylone. I am mid-20, overweight but physically healthy. I have well controlled depression (welbutrin =
). I have occasional acute anxiety attacks, my anxiety is well-controlled with deep breathing and meditation.
The PV came as a pure white, very fine, powder that stuck together into clumps. I try to be an informed user, and when I hear things like "active at 2mg", and realize that a 10mg dose is about four tiny crumbs and there is possibly hundreds of doses in the baggie, apprehensive, I waited to try it until I felt I was in an optimal state of mind. I will admit that I was a tad scared, I normally go for thrilling, but this grain of scary might have colored my first few experiences, perhaps if I had jumped right in, just weigh it and go, the anxiety I experienced would have been ameliorated.
First Try:
The first time I checked it out, scaled 10mg and snorted over an hour, it was like a 3hr extended play coke rush (like the VCR setting that let you record an entire Wrestlemania PPV on 1 VHS tape: sure, it ain't Hi-Def, but fuck, you're having a good time).
Redosed a few times that day fully aware that, should control breakdown, I would end up in a bad way. But control prevailed, and after 3 hours of ridiculous high, and another couple on a rollercoaster between very high, and over-caffeinated while redosing tiny, unweighed bumps (total consumption was 25mg), I settle in for the comedown. An anxious kind of comedown, the wicked sort that, although I felt fine, my mind was pissed because it knows I could feel better, like the moment you start coming down from E, only not as heartbreaking. The anxiety peaked about an hour after the euphoria wore off, with nothing to focus on my thoughts raced, circular logic, feedback, the beginning of a panic attack (something I am familiar with in both sober and altered states). Rectified by focusing on something, started playing some Grand Theft Auto and Slightly Stoopid stoner music, and with my full attention focused on the game, the panic abated, and I became very content.
After a few hours of playing video games, now bored and feeling just a bit tweaked out, bust out my old standby stim-stopper - a greasy cheeseburger and some MJ. In all I started at 2p, and was sound asleep shortly after midnight. Woke up the next morning rested but a little fried, took some vitamins, drank a Red Bull, and was good as new.
I did it a couple more times, always carefully scaled between 5 and 10mg, and added it to my Methylone caps, this was okay, but I am very comfortable with Methylone, and dose for a strong experience, so I couldn't really pick out the PV, until comedown, when I noticed a little more stimulation than normal (usually methylone makes me sleepy as soon as it wears off).
Second Try:
The second time I gave it the full treatment, things got a little hairy. Alpaca hairy. Wookie in winter hairy.
Working in an office as an engineer is not always the thrilling babe-fest TV makes it out to be, and when an important deadline was fast approaching, and 14 hour days were mandatory. I went in search of something with a little more kick than caffeine. MDPV. It was a Sunday, and using the excuse of "if this doesn't help my work, it's God's day anyways", brought the little sack of love to work... And immediately threw sense, reason, responsibility, and self-preservation to the wind.
Snorting wreckless, unmeasured, uneyeballed, all but stuck the straw right in the bag "bumps", I first, got very, very high, near crack rock high. This precluded me from doing any work, so I went about trying to entertaining myself, and for about an hour enjoyed the "OMG I'm soooo high" state of being. This time the peak was accompanied by confusion that I didn't have before, like part of my train of thought was going faster than the rest. This prevented me from really doing anything, like calling a friend who has xanax, to rectify what would follow. Probably triggered by a random thought that I might have seriously fucked up, I started to fall apart, I began to experience the worst anxiety, intense, hallucinogenic fear. My mind really started to feed off it's own anxiety, my heart rate, although only slightly elevated (110-120 checked compulsively), was pounding in my ears, I was hearing noises like sirens and bells, and the paranoia, oh god!
I was the only one in the building, it was Sunday, and the office is at the end of a dirt road, and I kept having this idea that my boss was driving down the road, and was going to catch me geeked out of my head. I was in a state of mind where I would hear vehicles in the leaves rustling (it was a windy day, and the office in the hills surrounded by pine trees). So for the next 4 hours or so, I sat with my head pressed against the screen window staring at the trees trying to decipher the noise of leaves rustling from the noise of a vehicle. Waiting patiently for a vehicle to actually drive down the road and pass through one of the gaps in the trees where I could see the road, and confirm "that is the sound of a vehicle, everything else is leaves". This tedious, and insane, activity actually helped calm me down, something to focus my thoughts on, and by 5pm (after all of two vehicles passed by, and my spun brain never actually being able to distinguish vehicles and leaves) I was stim'ed, but calm, and slowly became less concerned with getting busted, until, finally, I was able to get ahold on things. just enjoying the fresh air.
After that, still up, but not out of it,went home, forced some food into me and took a king kong from the bong, and immediately regretted it as my world started spinning. Laid down, did some deep breathing, and may have slept, but I kind of think I just laid there and stared at the back of my eyelids until morning. The next day I was bushed, mentally tired, but not a space case, and with some caffeine, able to work and be productive.
Conclusion:
In the few months I have known MDPV, I have learned a great respect for it. The "sweet spot" for this chem is razor thin, but also rewarding. I have continued to use it, without any noticeable tolerance like with Methylone, perhaps because the amount of PV is so small. I bust it out to party a couple of times a month, but now I always start with very small doses, and build it up. I also have a personal "limit", 30mg, that I weigh out beforehand (and have yet to use in one sitting), keeps from having the bag-o-chips effect (when you are munchin chips straight from the bag, and next thing you know, it's gone, only, you know, with drugs). I have since found I also use it from time to time at work, if you dose below the "high" state, it is very much akin to ritalin, 10mg mixed with my soda that I slowly sip on through out the day, raises my concentration and reasoning to a level that would make me sick if I got there with caffeine.
My advice for anyone interested is to start small until you know how you will react. This isn't like coke where you can cut up a big fat gagger and blast off, circle around, and do it again. Know that the effects are on a delay, and the bad effects are on a longer delay than the good. Patience is a necessity, control is mandatory. Find your personal threshold, and it should be smooth sailing.
-D. Casserole
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_mdpv
substancecode_pyrovalerones
substancecode_stimulants
explevel_experienced
explevel_retrospective
exptype_positive
exptype_difficult
roacode_nasal
-Se7en, I mean, err, some old poetry I'll probably never read
Background:
I tried PV after my RC source ran out of my drug of choice: methylone. I am mid-20, overweight but physically healthy. I have well controlled depression (welbutrin =
). I have occasional acute anxiety attacks, my anxiety is well-controlled with deep breathing and meditation.The PV came as a pure white, very fine, powder that stuck together into clumps. I try to be an informed user, and when I hear things like "active at 2mg", and realize that a 10mg dose is about four tiny crumbs and there is possibly hundreds of doses in the baggie, apprehensive, I waited to try it until I felt I was in an optimal state of mind. I will admit that I was a tad scared, I normally go for thrilling, but this grain of scary might have colored my first few experiences, perhaps if I had jumped right in, just weigh it and go, the anxiety I experienced would have been ameliorated.
First Try:
The first time I checked it out, scaled 10mg and snorted over an hour, it was like a 3hr extended play coke rush (like the VCR setting that let you record an entire Wrestlemania PPV on 1 VHS tape: sure, it ain't Hi-Def, but fuck, you're having a good time).
Redosed a few times that day fully aware that, should control breakdown, I would end up in a bad way. But control prevailed, and after 3 hours of ridiculous high, and another couple on a rollercoaster between very high, and over-caffeinated while redosing tiny, unweighed bumps (total consumption was 25mg), I settle in for the comedown. An anxious kind of comedown, the wicked sort that, although I felt fine, my mind was pissed because it knows I could feel better, like the moment you start coming down from E, only not as heartbreaking. The anxiety peaked about an hour after the euphoria wore off, with nothing to focus on my thoughts raced, circular logic, feedback, the beginning of a panic attack (something I am familiar with in both sober and altered states). Rectified by focusing on something, started playing some Grand Theft Auto and Slightly Stoopid stoner music, and with my full attention focused on the game, the panic abated, and I became very content.
After a few hours of playing video games, now bored and feeling just a bit tweaked out, bust out my old standby stim-stopper - a greasy cheeseburger and some MJ. In all I started at 2p, and was sound asleep shortly after midnight. Woke up the next morning rested but a little fried, took some vitamins, drank a Red Bull, and was good as new.
I did it a couple more times, always carefully scaled between 5 and 10mg, and added it to my Methylone caps, this was okay, but I am very comfortable with Methylone, and dose for a strong experience, so I couldn't really pick out the PV, until comedown, when I noticed a little more stimulation than normal (usually methylone makes me sleepy as soon as it wears off).
Second Try:
The second time I gave it the full treatment, things got a little hairy. Alpaca hairy. Wookie in winter hairy.
Working in an office as an engineer is not always the thrilling babe-fest TV makes it out to be, and when an important deadline was fast approaching, and 14 hour days were mandatory. I went in search of something with a little more kick than caffeine. MDPV. It was a Sunday, and using the excuse of "if this doesn't help my work, it's God's day anyways", brought the little sack of love to work... And immediately threw sense, reason, responsibility, and self-preservation to the wind.
Snorting wreckless, unmeasured, uneyeballed, all but stuck the straw right in the bag "bumps", I first, got very, very high, near crack rock high. This precluded me from doing any work, so I went about trying to entertaining myself, and for about an hour enjoyed the "OMG I'm soooo high" state of being. This time the peak was accompanied by confusion that I didn't have before, like part of my train of thought was going faster than the rest. This prevented me from really doing anything, like calling a friend who has xanax, to rectify what would follow. Probably triggered by a random thought that I might have seriously fucked up, I started to fall apart, I began to experience the worst anxiety, intense, hallucinogenic fear. My mind really started to feed off it's own anxiety, my heart rate, although only slightly elevated (110-120 checked compulsively), was pounding in my ears, I was hearing noises like sirens and bells, and the paranoia, oh god!
I was the only one in the building, it was Sunday, and the office is at the end of a dirt road, and I kept having this idea that my boss was driving down the road, and was going to catch me geeked out of my head. I was in a state of mind where I would hear vehicles in the leaves rustling (it was a windy day, and the office in the hills surrounded by pine trees). So for the next 4 hours or so, I sat with my head pressed against the screen window staring at the trees trying to decipher the noise of leaves rustling from the noise of a vehicle. Waiting patiently for a vehicle to actually drive down the road and pass through one of the gaps in the trees where I could see the road, and confirm "that is the sound of a vehicle, everything else is leaves". This tedious, and insane, activity actually helped calm me down, something to focus my thoughts on, and by 5pm (after all of two vehicles passed by, and my spun brain never actually being able to distinguish vehicles and leaves) I was stim'ed, but calm, and slowly became less concerned with getting busted, until, finally, I was able to get ahold on things. just enjoying the fresh air.
After that, still up, but not out of it,went home, forced some food into me and took a king kong from the bong, and immediately regretted it as my world started spinning. Laid down, did some deep breathing, and may have slept, but I kind of think I just laid there and stared at the back of my eyelids until morning. The next day I was bushed, mentally tired, but not a space case, and with some caffeine, able to work and be productive.
Conclusion:
In the few months I have known MDPV, I have learned a great respect for it. The "sweet spot" for this chem is razor thin, but also rewarding. I have continued to use it, without any noticeable tolerance like with Methylone, perhaps because the amount of PV is so small. I bust it out to party a couple of times a month, but now I always start with very small doses, and build it up. I also have a personal "limit", 30mg, that I weigh out beforehand (and have yet to use in one sitting), keeps from having the bag-o-chips effect (when you are munchin chips straight from the bag, and next thing you know, it's gone, only, you know, with drugs). I have since found I also use it from time to time at work, if you dose below the "high" state, it is very much akin to ritalin, 10mg mixed with my soda that I slowly sip on through out the day, raises my concentration and reasoning to a level that would make me sick if I got there with caffeine.
My advice for anyone interested is to start small until you know how you will react. This isn't like coke where you can cut up a big fat gagger and blast off, circle around, and do it again. Know that the effects are on a delay, and the bad effects are on a longer delay than the good. Patience is a necessity, control is mandatory. Find your personal threshold, and it should be smooth sailing.
-D. Casserole
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_mdpv
substancecode_pyrovalerones
substancecode_stimulants
explevel_experienced
explevel_retrospective
exptype_positive
exptype_difficult
roacode_nasal
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Totally agree with most of what you've said. PV is something some people will just never understand. I know a guy who did 500mg in 2days. He tried 10mg, then said "it wasn't working" so did bigger doses. The problem was he just didn't understand the high. MDPV is great stuff, preformace enhancing and a nice clean high, at the right doses. Overdo it and the buzz aint as good. Although the times I have overdone the PV the comedown isn't as bad as other stims. 
