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Methampehtaine (50mg) with nexium (80mg) - Experienced - Don't Try This At Home Kids

jess046

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So I recently found out that I have somehow damaged the lining of my stomach, which means little to no alcohol for a month, whilst I repair my stomach with the drug Nexium. Now little to no alcohol translates to more drugs...

Let's go back a bit first. Nexium is a drug used to block acid production in the stomach. Which means your body is able to absorb more from any other drugs introduced into this environment. I saw no potential danger with this after a little bit of research and decided to go ahead and do some meth at a party to give me a mild booster.

I had combined meth the night before with Nexium at a lower dose (40mg in the morning) and I instantly realized how much more my body had absorbed as I did a teeny line and was up all night. So I had no doubts about doing the same thing the night after, except fattening up my line a little to account for tolerance.

I do a line before the party and have my own little party getting ready and by the time I arrive at the party I already need another line. Keep in mind these lines are tiny (less than 50mg each). The party is boring, I don't really know anybody and I'm struggling to make conversation so I do a third and final line to keep me going for the night and get the booster I crave. Without alcohol parties can get boring very quickly and you realize how little you have in common with your 'friends' apart from sharing some drinks and wanting to escape...

Nevertheless the meth perks me up and I'm able to talk shit with a few people, although the high starts to wean after a couple of hours. The house is an incredibly freezing Queenslander and it's about 5 degrees outside, so my buzz is kind of killed from the cold anyway. The worst thing about these kind of parties is that everybody wants to smoke and the only place to smoke is outside where it is freezing. So you inevitably end up with 15 people huddled on the front porch clutching at themselves to keep out the cold and it's really not much fun. Not even meth could make this fun.

I bail around midnight believing the meth to be dying off and accepting that maybe it's time to just veg out and go to bed and forget about the night. Unfortunately my partner is on MDMA, which has worked for him and the second we get home he starts pacing around the living area like a caged pet. I take my bedtime dose of nexium (40mg, after taking 40 in the morning) and sit on the couch and listen to him babble on for awhile until things start to get strange.

I know this feeling. I feel sick, but it's not my stomach. My senses seem sharper. I am wide awake. Something is wrong. I don't feel good. I know something bad is going to happen.

I wave off the anxiety and try to focus on my partner, but I can't ignore this. My body starts to shake slightly. I am ice cold, even though I am bundled up in my dressing gown. My body continues to quiver and my heart is suddenly pumping like a jackhammer. It's just a panic attack, I tell myself. It will pass. I know I've barely done any meth and that the effects have long dried up.

But I can't ignore this. Suddenly it's hard to speak. I can only mumble a few monosyllable words because I'm shaking so much. I don't want to tell him- admit defeat and give into the anxiety. I will push through this.

I have to get up and move. I walk around for a little in my bedroom and the tremor feels slightly more under control. I stop in front of my mirror and gaze at my reflection. I stand perfectly still. After 10 seconds my body starts convulsing. I grab at my body to try and steady it, but I continue to shake like a rattle. I scoff down one of my prescription ativan tablets for anxiety attacks and give myself 10 minutes to calm down. 10 minutes where I will forget that I am shaking so hard and twitching at random moments. 10 minutes.

It is torture back on the couch with my partner, listening to him gabble on in an elated MDMA haze and wanting so much to listen and respond with the eloquence and thought his conversation deserves. This could have been a beautiful moment for us. Instead I am trying to desperately hide my leg, which is twitching beneath my bath-robe. I go to the bathroom and take my phone and dial the home doctor.

I give in. I have fucked up and I am extremely fucked up and even benzos won't cure it. I need help and I need it now. My partner soon catches on and realises I am on the phone.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

I stare at him and I know he can see it in my eyes. The fear. The dread. The damn meth.

"I fucked up," I say. "I'm getting a doctor."

He treads slowly to me, as if afraid I might attack him. He begs me to put down the phone and talk to him. After a few desperate seconds of listening to generic classical hold music on the phone and staring at my partner's distraught face, I relent. I show him the tremor and get him to feel my heart. I can see in his eyes that things are bad, although he insists that it's just a panic attack. I know what panic attacks are. And this is not that. My body is out of my control and not my mind. This is when the doctors step in.

I pull on some clothes and dial the taxi number. I have to do this, I tell him. I have to go the emergency. Now, this isn't easy for me to admit as I am deathly afraid of hospitals having been detained for six months in the past for health issues and anorexia, so it is always my last resort.

We arrive at the privet hospital to discover we are at the wrong hospital and that the only hospital with an emergency center is about a 15 minute walk away. Just long enough for me to lose my mind. I power walk there, but stop once I'm outside the entrance.

"Should I go in?" I ask him, almost begging him to say no, you are fine, let's just go home and go to bed and forget about this. He only looks at me sadly and I know I have to go in, knowing I can't take it back if something goes wrong and they discover my history.

Once inside I also discover I have to pay $250 upfront to be seen. The hospital is empty and I know that the wait on a Saturday night at a public hospital will be hours, so I pay the money. $250 is better lost than 2 and half hours spent in the waiting room.

Once in the ward the nurse straps me up to do a an ECG and checks all my vitals. I already feel safer, but my body is still shaking uncontrollably. I can't control it, I can barely keep my shoulder still when she's doing the ECG. I peek at my vitals- blood pressure is high and my heart rate is around 120. I try to relax and bring it down with moderate success, but I can't stop my legs from twitching.

Eventually a DR sees me and I give him the full story. He explains that the ECG is normal and so are all my muscles and reflexes. The good news. He determines that the nexium simply allowed me to absorb too much meth and that the change of environment brought on this reaction from my body. Basically, my nervous system was overheating and I needed something to calm it down. Ativan was not strong enough for my case, so he gives me 5mg of valium and we wait to see if the twitching stops.

My boyfriend is allowed to sit with me for these agonizing ten minutes. His perspective is that being in a hospital waiting room when you're high as a kite is not a good idea, a notion I agree with entirely. Then comes the big, bad meth lecture. I feel awful about my mistakes tonight because I'm always trying to defend meth and use responsibly, because I know how good of a drug it can be when it is used properly and I hate the misconceptions people have. For my partner, it's a smug 'I told you so' incident, or at least it would be if I wasn't in a hospital bed with my leg twitching uncontrollably.

After 10 minutes, I am fine. The valium has kicked in, I am moderately drowsy and incredibly relieved. I am set free with some valium tablets to sleep that night, a few valiums that cost me $250!

All I can say about this entire incident is that I am completely astonished as to what went wrong with the nexium and the meth, since I used such a small dose. I have never experienced body tremors in my life, not from a panic attack or any other situation. I would love to understand more about what went wrong and if anybody has any information to offer, please do.
 
Keep in mind these lines are tiny (less than 50mg each).

At 100 percent purity, this is equipotent with 100 mg / dexedrine, an amount that's larger than most anyone takes as an attack dose, a literal handful of pills; this size line is not trivial.

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So you think the stuff I had was just very strong? I want to take it again, but now I am afraid of what might happen.

I know for a fact that this stuff is pure and not anything other than meth as a large group of friends of mine took 50mg caps each and all had a great time.
 
To answer your question antacids will make amphetamines much stronger as far as I know.

right, but in theory shouldn't this only effect any of the drug that reaches the stomach? in this case, only whatever managed to drip down the OP's throat? intranasal dosages should not be potentiated by basifying one's stomach, no?
 
Which would not have been much, as my lines weren't big and I stopped doing lines by 11pm and the twitching/spasms didn't start until much later
 
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