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Greenlighter
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For about 8/12 months in 2011, I suffered a severe addiction to DXM. I started like most do with just drinking the robo, then after (ehh ill estimate 60 bottles or so) for some reason I could just NOT stomach the taste anymore, if I tried to drink any more syrup at this point I would just puke it up almost instantly.
But, I was not going to be beaten that easily, and so I switched to swallowing Mucinex DM Max strength (60 mg dxm per chunky white pill) and coricidin cough&colds. I did not have the time nor patience to get crystalline dextromethorphan, and I worked at a grocery store where I could stock these products so it was VERY easy to always get ahold of enough. (Yes, I realize how dumb I was but at the time I did not care about what harmful things I was putting into my body so long as I got some dex)
Things eventually got very bad, I was using roughly 1,000-1,200 mgs of dxm per day. I would wake up and couldn't get myself to shower or eat or anything until I got my dex down my throat. I ended up overdosing (not the fatal limit of 2,500 mgs [even though that's a rough estimated amount] of course, but two entire packs of mucinex dm max strength. 60x14 = 840 mgs x2 = 1,680. When it all hit me I was so far gone that I could barely talk, barely walk, didn't have any opinion or ability to form intelligent thought about anything. The friends I was with at the time got very scared, and dropped me off at one of my other friends houses. Somehow I answered a call from my mother and all I could do was slurr and make absolutely zero sense. Somehow she got out of me where I was and hurried over. Once she arrived and saw what kind of state I was in it was all she could do to not cry, she then drove me as fast as she could to the nearest hospital, where they had to put me in a wheelchair and attempt to evaluate me and make sure I wasn't suicidal. I have no idea what kind of answers I provided them with, but I didn't ave to stay the 72 hours for suicide watch so that was good, for the next 8 hours they just had me monitored on a hospital bed, being incredibly stupid high and watching disney channel while attempting to make apologies to my mother and grandmother and sister. During this time my heartbeat was VERY irregular and at points would skyrocket into the high 200s and then drop down low to sub 100 and back again.
My addiction to DXM was so strong that even after this experience I continued to use for the rest of the summer.
Today, I will absolutely not go near any kind of DXM product. I'm convinced I have a pretty much permanent strong tolerance (because after not doing any DXM for 3 months and then doing 1,100 mgs I didn't even hit the desired trip, and had a pretty normal experience.)
The effect DXM would have on me if I were to use it now is SO much different from the effect that new users and users that space it out experience. I would not wish what I experience on even my enemies.
tl;dr DXM can be a very fun and prolific drug during early use, but if you let it get out of hand it quickly becomes something to fear.
But, I was not going to be beaten that easily, and so I switched to swallowing Mucinex DM Max strength (60 mg dxm per chunky white pill) and coricidin cough&colds. I did not have the time nor patience to get crystalline dextromethorphan, and I worked at a grocery store where I could stock these products so it was VERY easy to always get ahold of enough. (Yes, I realize how dumb I was but at the time I did not care about what harmful things I was putting into my body so long as I got some dex)
Things eventually got very bad, I was using roughly 1,000-1,200 mgs of dxm per day. I would wake up and couldn't get myself to shower or eat or anything until I got my dex down my throat. I ended up overdosing (not the fatal limit of 2,500 mgs [even though that's a rough estimated amount] of course, but two entire packs of mucinex dm max strength. 60x14 = 840 mgs x2 = 1,680. When it all hit me I was so far gone that I could barely talk, barely walk, didn't have any opinion or ability to form intelligent thought about anything. The friends I was with at the time got very scared, and dropped me off at one of my other friends houses. Somehow I answered a call from my mother and all I could do was slurr and make absolutely zero sense. Somehow she got out of me where I was and hurried over. Once she arrived and saw what kind of state I was in it was all she could do to not cry, she then drove me as fast as she could to the nearest hospital, where they had to put me in a wheelchair and attempt to evaluate me and make sure I wasn't suicidal. I have no idea what kind of answers I provided them with, but I didn't ave to stay the 72 hours for suicide watch so that was good, for the next 8 hours they just had me monitored on a hospital bed, being incredibly stupid high and watching disney channel while attempting to make apologies to my mother and grandmother and sister. During this time my heartbeat was VERY irregular and at points would skyrocket into the high 200s and then drop down low to sub 100 and back again.
My addiction to DXM was so strong that even after this experience I continued to use for the rest of the summer.
Today, I will absolutely not go near any kind of DXM product. I'm convinced I have a pretty much permanent strong tolerance (because after not doing any DXM for 3 months and then doing 1,100 mgs I didn't even hit the desired trip, and had a pretty normal experience.)
The effect DXM would have on me if I were to use it now is SO much different from the effect that new users and users that space it out experience. I would not wish what I experience on even my enemies.
tl;dr DXM can be a very fun and prolific drug during early use, but if you let it get out of hand it quickly becomes something to fear.
