I've waited a long time to make this post - to avoid any 'another one bites the dust' but equally to see how I felt in the wake of the experience.
I enjoy drugs, weed and md - but in order to gain a well rounded education, I have also experimented with coke, lsd, benzos and now opiates. I have a routine, I order enough of a substance for two experiences - which I have within a week of each other to see what the fuss is about - in general enjoy the way drugs make me feel, sleazy and sexy, and I've had fantasies about the lure of heroin for years - the total loss of control to a drug that makes you feel like God? So it wasn't without a lot of trepidation that I did this.
I found a great deal on generic OC 20s and bought them; typically expensive for what they are but I got a free one because it was my first purchase (a bad sign already). For weeks I kept them in my draw wondering whether it would be oblivion for me to try them. Do I chew and swallow them or do I crush and rail them. The latter was the only way for me - I understood that the bioavailability was lower but that only served to help me not OD at this point, besides - there's no beating around the bush: this is drug abuse.
Both experiences were similar and were had two days apart, I peeled and crushed one pill into two fine piles and snorted them - no burn, no bunged up feeling, within 5 minutes I felt the onset of what I can only describe as wooze which progressively got me more fucked up until I found myself just staring at my computer screen having not worked/written/googled whatever it was I was doing at the time for maybe 10 minutes. I was out of it.
I've not eaten all day and I don't experience any nausea, 40 minutes later I snort about a third of the second pill (for the second experience I railed 1 and 2/3 in one go) and soon I find myself nodding hard, in and out of not quite sleep. I lie down, stick on some TV and just mong, unlike weed, my thoughts are clear.
I feel good I guess (I don't feel bad), but mostly I just feel out of it - it wasn't the euphoria I was expecting, but I do feel like a clichéd movie junkie because for about 8 hours I'm incapable of doing anything other than lying down and zonking in and out. At its peak I notice that I cannot physically stop myself from nodding off - I try to fight it which is humorous for a few minutes and then go back to crashing. My fingers tingle and i'm a little numb and I itch my arms, forehead, eyes, nose and inner thighs - they're enjoyable to itch because I can't quite feel them.
On experience 1 my pupils don't pin for a while, then i'm too out of it to get up and check but for the rest of the day they're less than 5mm across, on the second experience they're pinned throughout.
While I felt content and relaxed and sleepy (oh my God so sleepy) I didn't feel in the presence of God, I didn't feel my troubles melting away (i'm pretty lucky in that I don't have any that weigh on me significantly). I mostly just felt fucked up - which isn't really for me.
The other thing that struck me was the length of the high, which is insane. Weed gets me blitzed for 90 minutes or so with a gentle body buzz that lingers for another two - but I was out of it for 6/7 hours and I still felt disoriented at 8 hours+, by which point I've noticed a little nausea which I can control. I didn't vomit either time.
I had an operation a few years ago, and was given an IV pre-med to sedate me and calm me down prior to surgery - which I call my one and only experience with a 'rush'. It left me fucked up for the rest of the day (and nauseous) and the very last hours of the OC left me feeling like this, able to function but just woozy and out of it.
I love love love weed, and when i've got a spare few days, and no work to do there's nothing more I like than getting fucked up with my bong, it seems to affect me more than other people and I love it. I also love the euphoria of MD and I was terrified of trying opiates because I honestly thought they might be my undoing so I am relieved that the experiences were underwhelming, for me at least, because I recognise that for many people it's a trap that, after long enough, leaves you feeling broken without it.
These experiences were a while ago and I've felt no cravings, like the other drugs I've tried (besides weed) i've felt no compulsion to do it again on a recreational level, I know where to buy more - a steady supply - but I haven't. I'm glad I experienced it because i'd gotten to a point where the curiosity just weighed on my mind daily - perhaps this over-anticipation was my saving grace, or maybe I just didn't do enough - either way, it's done it now. Back to the bong.
nb I was very aware of my breathing. I've read many reports of people getting so high that they realise they have to manually inflate their lungs because they've become so numb they just stop breathing autonomously. This didn't happen to me but I do remember being aware of it and coming to the conclusion that I could imagine it happening, my death right then and there and that i'd be ok with it. Not sure what that means.
I enjoy drugs, weed and md - but in order to gain a well rounded education, I have also experimented with coke, lsd, benzos and now opiates. I have a routine, I order enough of a substance for two experiences - which I have within a week of each other to see what the fuss is about - in general enjoy the way drugs make me feel, sleazy and sexy, and I've had fantasies about the lure of heroin for years - the total loss of control to a drug that makes you feel like God? So it wasn't without a lot of trepidation that I did this.
I found a great deal on generic OC 20s and bought them; typically expensive for what they are but I got a free one because it was my first purchase (a bad sign already). For weeks I kept them in my draw wondering whether it would be oblivion for me to try them. Do I chew and swallow them or do I crush and rail them. The latter was the only way for me - I understood that the bioavailability was lower but that only served to help me not OD at this point, besides - there's no beating around the bush: this is drug abuse.
Both experiences were similar and were had two days apart, I peeled and crushed one pill into two fine piles and snorted them - no burn, no bunged up feeling, within 5 minutes I felt the onset of what I can only describe as wooze which progressively got me more fucked up until I found myself just staring at my computer screen having not worked/written/googled whatever it was I was doing at the time for maybe 10 minutes. I was out of it.
I've not eaten all day and I don't experience any nausea, 40 minutes later I snort about a third of the second pill (for the second experience I railed 1 and 2/3 in one go) and soon I find myself nodding hard, in and out of not quite sleep. I lie down, stick on some TV and just mong, unlike weed, my thoughts are clear.
I feel good I guess (I don't feel bad), but mostly I just feel out of it - it wasn't the euphoria I was expecting, but I do feel like a clichéd movie junkie because for about 8 hours I'm incapable of doing anything other than lying down and zonking in and out. At its peak I notice that I cannot physically stop myself from nodding off - I try to fight it which is humorous for a few minutes and then go back to crashing. My fingers tingle and i'm a little numb and I itch my arms, forehead, eyes, nose and inner thighs - they're enjoyable to itch because I can't quite feel them.
On experience 1 my pupils don't pin for a while, then i'm too out of it to get up and check but for the rest of the day they're less than 5mm across, on the second experience they're pinned throughout.
While I felt content and relaxed and sleepy (oh my God so sleepy) I didn't feel in the presence of God, I didn't feel my troubles melting away (i'm pretty lucky in that I don't have any that weigh on me significantly). I mostly just felt fucked up - which isn't really for me.
The other thing that struck me was the length of the high, which is insane. Weed gets me blitzed for 90 minutes or so with a gentle body buzz that lingers for another two - but I was out of it for 6/7 hours and I still felt disoriented at 8 hours+, by which point I've noticed a little nausea which I can control. I didn't vomit either time.
I had an operation a few years ago, and was given an IV pre-med to sedate me and calm me down prior to surgery - which I call my one and only experience with a 'rush'. It left me fucked up for the rest of the day (and nauseous) and the very last hours of the OC left me feeling like this, able to function but just woozy and out of it.
I love love love weed, and when i've got a spare few days, and no work to do there's nothing more I like than getting fucked up with my bong, it seems to affect me more than other people and I love it. I also love the euphoria of MD and I was terrified of trying opiates because I honestly thought they might be my undoing so I am relieved that the experiences were underwhelming, for me at least, because I recognise that for many people it's a trap that, after long enough, leaves you feeling broken without it.
These experiences were a while ago and I've felt no cravings, like the other drugs I've tried (besides weed) i've felt no compulsion to do it again on a recreational level, I know where to buy more - a steady supply - but I haven't. I'm glad I experienced it because i'd gotten to a point where the curiosity just weighed on my mind daily - perhaps this over-anticipation was my saving grace, or maybe I just didn't do enough - either way, it's done it now. Back to the bong.
nb I was very aware of my breathing. I've read many reports of people getting so high that they realise they have to manually inflate their lungs because they've become so numb they just stop breathing autonomously. This didn't happen to me but I do remember being aware of it and coming to the conclusion that I could imagine it happening, my death right then and there and that i'd be ok with it. Not sure what that means.