280mg oxycontin-barely any tolerance-I fucked up...
This happened a few years ago, and is just a revision of my original version documenting the story.
Somehow, I aquired a bunch of OC40's. I didn't know much about them at all besides they were narcotic and had the same ingredient as percocet (that i had tried a few times; 2 or 3 5mg percs got me nice and high). I was young and inexperienced. They looked much smaller than a percocet but just to be safe I only swallowed 1, not crushed, around 5pm on thursday. I didn't bother to look up on dose, stupid me.
In an hour, I was feeling a very weak buzz. So, I took another. 30 minutes later it was still weak but I could feel the euphoric side. I wanted to feel this great euphoria more... So, I popped 5 more.
At 8pm I remember laying in the bathtub in absolute fucking heaven. It was so peaceful I could have cried, it was so amazing I would have fought with everything I could to keep this feeling. I was itchy but that didn't bother me, itching was fun. I laid on my bed and nodded off into a world of bliss, nothingness except pleasure.
I woke up at 7am. I was feeling a little sick, but suprisingly tolerating it so far. I went to school and to my first period study hall. I put my head down on the desk, starting to get hit with an intense wave of sedated sickness that wasn't pleasent at all. My breathing was very shallow and I was starting to fear for my life. Someone patted me on the back and said "Do you want to go to the libr-" I look up. "Shit, whats wrong??" I jump up and head for the garbage can in the front of the room by the teachers desk. I completely miss it and puke yellow liquid all over the desk and floor. I fell on my knees and noticed at least 4 small white disks, about 1/3th the size of an OC (they were what was left).I picked them out of the puke that was in front of me and threw them in the garbage, while about 10 people spectated the mess.
I felt like such shit. The embarrasment didn't really hit me yet. The teacher grabbed my arm and led me to the nurses office. I could barely walk. I got to the nurses office and before she got a chance to ask what was wrong I ran and stumbled to the bathroom where I stayed for 10 minutes on the floor and puked 3 more times.
The nurse called my mom and let me lay down. I pretended I had a stomach flu. I got a ride home within 25 minutes and threw up some more.
I was sick all that day and didn't feel right for 2 more days. After this, for a long time even small, 5mg doses of oxy, or any opiate would make me feel sick and shitty. Now I can enjoy the occasional high but I definately take it easy and check the fucking doses of course.
I was lucky to live, and very lucky I didn't chew or snort them. Lesson learned, although I should have known through common sense.
This happened a few years ago, and is just a revision of my original version documenting the story.
Somehow, I aquired a bunch of OC40's. I didn't know much about them at all besides they were narcotic and had the same ingredient as percocet (that i had tried a few times; 2 or 3 5mg percs got me nice and high). I was young and inexperienced. They looked much smaller than a percocet but just to be safe I only swallowed 1, not crushed, around 5pm on thursday. I didn't bother to look up on dose, stupid me.
In an hour, I was feeling a very weak buzz. So, I took another. 30 minutes later it was still weak but I could feel the euphoric side. I wanted to feel this great euphoria more... So, I popped 5 more.
At 8pm I remember laying in the bathtub in absolute fucking heaven. It was so peaceful I could have cried, it was so amazing I would have fought with everything I could to keep this feeling. I was itchy but that didn't bother me, itching was fun. I laid on my bed and nodded off into a world of bliss, nothingness except pleasure.
I woke up at 7am. I was feeling a little sick, but suprisingly tolerating it so far. I went to school and to my first period study hall. I put my head down on the desk, starting to get hit with an intense wave of sedated sickness that wasn't pleasent at all. My breathing was very shallow and I was starting to fear for my life. Someone patted me on the back and said "Do you want to go to the libr-" I look up. "Shit, whats wrong??" I jump up and head for the garbage can in the front of the room by the teachers desk. I completely miss it and puke yellow liquid all over the desk and floor. I fell on my knees and noticed at least 4 small white disks, about 1/3th the size of an OC (they were what was left).I picked them out of the puke that was in front of me and threw them in the garbage, while about 10 people spectated the mess.
I felt like such shit. The embarrasment didn't really hit me yet. The teacher grabbed my arm and led me to the nurses office. I could barely walk. I got to the nurses office and before she got a chance to ask what was wrong I ran and stumbled to the bathroom where I stayed for 10 minutes on the floor and puked 3 more times.
The nurse called my mom and let me lay down. I pretended I had a stomach flu. I got a ride home within 25 minutes and threw up some more.
I was sick all that day and didn't feel right for 2 more days. After this, for a long time even small, 5mg doses of oxy, or any opiate would make me feel sick and shitty. Now I can enjoy the occasional high but I definately take it easy and check the fucking doses of course.
I was lucky to live, and very lucky I didn't chew or snort them. Lesson learned, although I should have known through common sense.
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