So after an extra day I went back to shooting tar after a year of not touching the stuff. I began having convulsions in which my legs, arms, and even head began moving on their own.
I shat and shat and shat till there was nothing left. I'd drink water and literally shit it out within ten minutes. There was no more white in my eyes, just glossy red. I slept in 30 minute intervals only to awake to the electric sting in my arms and legs, or to dry heave into a trash can.
Anything I got past my stomach I shit out instantly. Most wouldn't go past my throat.
This dealer was an asshole who gets off on watching other people get sick. I sat outside of his house, my head hanging out my window, vomit streaming down my door.
Harm reduction my ass when your this sick. He gave me a used rig, and it was in my arm no questions asked. I did bleach it, but still... Once that warm liquor/metal taste hit the back of my throat when I pushed off, the sickness everaporated.. Only to come back worse 4 hours later.
Within three days I had spent all my money. Within 5, pawned everything. By the sixth I was stealing again, something I havent done in a year.
I say all this to say that this shit aint no joke. Kicking H is like playing candyland compared to methadone.
Every boundry Ive ever set, I have broke for opiates. I freaked out two nights ago and deleted all the dealer's numbers, and have no communication with them. I scored 40mg of methadone yesterday and 32 hours later im still well.
but i know its coming again, and this time there is no way for me to score H. no way. short of suckin dick, and theres no way i can get in touch with these people. im gonna try and get 100mg methadone tommorrow and have someone dole me 10mg a day.. however, the chances of getting anyhting are at like 20% and the sicker I get, the harder it is to get shit.
wish me luck.