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@cherished6433 I understand the confusion. Counterfeit medication can be literally impossible to differentiate without a full battery of GC testing. They can come in sealed blister packs with logos, batch/lot numbers and anything else. These things are actually very, very easy to reproduce convincingly. People re-glue the tops of their vitamins so they can take the vitamins and return a bottle of Skittles to Wal-Mart.
That sory of thing is almost irrelevant as
@phenethylo J was getting at. I guess it is technically a better move to take a tablet out of a blister pack than out of the palm of a stranger's hand, but that is the same illusion they are wanting you to swallow without questioning it.
Like we said, there is a chance they actually contain Alprazolam (Xanax) in the correct quantities. You just have to know, there is no reason for these people to provide anything other than a Benzodiazepine to keep their business going. Alprazolam is not going to be the most cost-effective which is why we often see other, often super-potent analogs in the mix.
I believe they genuinely try to approximate the correct strength, so you have that on your side. Just do the right thing for yourself and take cautious initial doses.
You didn't mention my statement regarding entrusting your pills to another person. Did you consider that at all? I'm telling you that this is arguably more important than any other part of the process. I'm just going to say it point blank. There is no point or benefit in mincing words. If you get all of those pills and they are solely entrusted to you, despite my Mother teaching me that gambling is the "Stupid Tax", I will bet a month of paychecks that you cannot manage this yourself.
If you want advice on a taper, I will give you that, no problem. If you want advice for how to actually get better, I also have that. Without any outside help, at best, you're going to make the entire thing pointless by not following a proper taper schedule (it has to be done with precision. It's not something you can just improvise day to day). At worst, you will end up doing something that will embarrass you and your family for years to come, you will drive your/a car to go get some cigarettes and end up murdering a family of 5 out taking in the evening air with their Golden Retriever. You will later find out the only survivor was the dog and this dog resents you for not heeding the words of modestly-well-known Harm Reduction celebrity
@Keif' Richards.
You're going to wake up one day, realizing you have been blacked out for ~2 weeks. The Golden Retriever now has full custody with your former wife. He is a smug motherfucker too. As you are both leaving court, he asks you if you want a "Beggin' Strip" to calm your nerves. You keep your cool, say "thanks pal, I'm so glad my kids are going to have such a great role-model for a step-dog". That night, you inject him with enough Viagra, Methamphetamine, LSD, Phenobarbital and Methadone to create a romantic/sexual nightmare. He's gonna get hard, get soft, wonder who or what makes him hard, does it matter to be hard, occasionally passing out completely for 3-5 seconds followed by an intense sexual energy.
The Phenobarbital ensures a never-ending cycle of attempting sex, being unable to deliver, being told it "happens all the time" prior to being asked to leave. Just as he is fixing to give up all hope, the second dose of Methamphetamine kicks in I.e. "pound town" population you and your girl with chronically low self-esteem ready for it, however it comes.
Just as you are ready to fulfill the circle of life, you become unconscious due to the Barbiturates and Opioids. You allow your man to thrust his flaccid penis on/sort of in you, mashing it for several seconds. Then, he suddenly collapses on top of you. Attempts to rouse him lead only to battles with "Sleep Paralysis Demons". You accept this explanation. You understand all women to be essentially insane, thus any negative thought toward one's spouse was an early detection device for the corruption of the female mind. The erratic behavior, the yelling/screaming, the penis that turned at practically a right angle... This was the wife's arena. She should straighten the man's penis, encourage it; even pretend as if a hideously curved penis is in fact, desirable.
Our outdated systems of ropes, pulleys and Bungie cords have led to a hysterical backlash against weird penises. All it takes is a simple system of hydraulic pumps kept in a small cupboard. These pumps will somewhat straighten the penis in question, though medical science still struggles to unlock the pleasue potential of a strange penis.
For instance, the Swiss (who else) have devised a clever system or mirrors, light, sound and almost full intoxication of the senses through Morphine, Cocaine and super-viagra, are leading us hand-in-hand into this new generation of love and exploration. In fact, Love is meaningless. Your erect penis (love) is inserted into a complementary hole. Whoever just made the base assumption that this hole in question was a Vagina... I don't want to be too radical. I just think that, if I just said "sex"