memorytremory
Bluelighter
Never again. 
So, to recap. This happened a couple weeks ago, but I haven’t felt compelled to write about it until now. My girlfriend and I were looking into OTC ways to get high.... tried the robotripping thing, had fun but scared ourselves shitless in the process (shouldn't have drank 2 bottles for a first experience).
So, the only other viable option seemed the Benzedrex inhalers. We followed an extraction method we found online (so we wouldn't have to eat the damn cotton). The two of us split three inhalers worth (each inhaler has what, about 250 mg, give or take what's lost in the extraction process?). It was pretty much the experience I had researched- funny but yummy head tingles, pretty decent euphoric feeling, much like a cracked out speedy adderall buzz. I'm figuring that's about 375 mg Propylhexedrine a piece. Was a decent buzz, probably lasted a good 3-4 hours.
The crash is fucking horriddd. You're just pissed and agitated, can't sleep well, and need some serious kpins.
Now, I weigh about 120 lbs and am almost 5’8”, and my friend weighs about 160 and is 5’6”. She didn't seem to feel as good as I did, but we followed the same routine for the next three days- 3 inhalers worth split between us, drank all at once. I think over the course of those four days I had about two granola bars and really sporadic sleep. I was physically exhausted, but my body was disillusioned by the drug. We were definitely in our own little fucked up world.
I woke up the morning of the fifth day and quit my job of almost a year. For whatever reason, the night before we had prepared 7 inhalers worth, and with only a blip of a second thought, we split it (and diluted it much more HEAVILY with water than usual, disgusting.... still want to puke thinking about it).
We commenced to drive around and drop off job apps for her, and I immediately felt ‘off’. Not even a good off.... Like, unable to regulate my emotions. About an hour passed, and I started to get a little paranoid and do some math….. That was almost 900 mg split between us. Well, what the fuck, I’ll call poison control to be on the safe side. The first lady had no idea wtf I was talking about and thought we were huffing, so I called a different poison control number and got a different operator. She IMMEDIATELY knew what I was talking about and said to go to the ER. Reluctant to fucking go back for the third time this summer, I asked her casually if we were going to die or something. “You might”, she said replied. Insert the catapultion of my paranoia here. My body is trembling, especially my head. Not out of fear, more like tremoring that I had noticed the day before on our usual dosage, but this was just getting out of control.
In my mind I’m thinking my brain stem is frying or something, I can feel the head buzz so tremendously. I get up to walk back to car and tell my friend, but she’s happily fucked up and not experiencing what I am at all. I commence to go into a state of hysterical psychosis. Honestly, I think I would have gone through childbirth again to avoid what I felt over the next several hours. My friend couldn’t drive for shit, and almost got us into an accident. I demanded she pull over. I called 911 and by the time the paramedics got there, nobody could understand what/how we had taken almost 900 mg worth of propylhexedrine, no one knew what a fucking benzedrex inhaler was, and I felt like a PTSD war victim: every time someone wheezed, sneezed, or talked I jumped ten feet in the air. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t walk straight, my head was on fire, I couldn’t stop laughing, then crying, then laughing. The paramedics honestly looked stumped.
They took us to the hospital and I was literally lying on a hospital gurney in the hallway because they didn’t have any rooms available. Meanwhile I have started to HALLUCINATE (mind you, I have never tried any hallucinogens and never want to…. Believe me). I am also feeling pins and needles in my hands and stop being able to fall them (or interchangeably, it feels like I’m holding something in my hand when nothing is there). Literally, worst feeling of my life. The doctors ignored me, the nurses were bitches, and everyone thought we had been HUFFING for the first hour we were in the hospital. I called my dad from my cell and sobbed about not wanting to die, blah blah…. Literally, I prayed that I wouldn’t a) die b) lose my mind/fry my brain c) fry my organs.
When they finally got around to treating me (giving me water and taking my blood pressure) (mind you, my friend is still not experiencing the same symptoms and has a far more extensive drug abuse history/tolerance than me but I’m yelling down the hallway for them to give her some water) my blood pressure is 190 over something. Um, my normal blood pressure is somewhere between 90-110 over something. I’m fucking hyperventilating and have no idea that’s why I can’t feel my hands. They finally figure out we weren’t huffing out of inhalers, after I insistently tell them over and over that we extracted the propylhexedrine (and they continue to ignore me like I took a couple too many cough drops)..
They give me some goddamn valium, hook me up to the IV, and make me drink this awful liquid charcoal (for people who poison themselves? that’s supposed to absorb some liquid we drank three or four hours before??) They put me in a room and I literally stare into the ER for the next six hours as I come out of this horrible state of psychosis. They give me more valium, do some scans of my body and decide to keep me overnight, because there were some apparent scary things that showed up on the echocardiogram (they sent my friend home at 11- probably because she doesn’t have insurance). The next evening I decided to put myself back in the Behavioral Health Unit, and was pressured to stay longer than I wanted to (in a voluntary unit) because I apparently almost killed myself. In fact, the day after I regretted my choice to come into the center (it's a 3-5 day crisis inpatient treatment in the hospital), but was threatened to be sent to the INVOLUNTARY hospital an hour north if I left.... So I played goodie and was able to leave the next day (discharged against medical advice).
Long story short, I need to stick to figuring out how to get an Adderall script and never, ever, fuck around with that disgusting mentho/lavender/citrus concoction ever. Again.
And now I need a fucking cigarette and a kpin :/
Don't fuck around with OTC shit; after lurking and reading you bluelighters say it over and over, I'm starting to comprefuckinhend...
So, to recap. This happened a couple weeks ago, but I haven’t felt compelled to write about it until now. My girlfriend and I were looking into OTC ways to get high.... tried the robotripping thing, had fun but scared ourselves shitless in the process (shouldn't have drank 2 bottles for a first experience).
So, the only other viable option seemed the Benzedrex inhalers. We followed an extraction method we found online (so we wouldn't have to eat the damn cotton). The two of us split three inhalers worth (each inhaler has what, about 250 mg, give or take what's lost in the extraction process?). It was pretty much the experience I had researched- funny but yummy head tingles, pretty decent euphoric feeling, much like a cracked out speedy adderall buzz. I'm figuring that's about 375 mg Propylhexedrine a piece. Was a decent buzz, probably lasted a good 3-4 hours.
The crash is fucking horriddd. You're just pissed and agitated, can't sleep well, and need some serious kpins.
Now, I weigh about 120 lbs and am almost 5’8”, and my friend weighs about 160 and is 5’6”. She didn't seem to feel as good as I did, but we followed the same routine for the next three days- 3 inhalers worth split between us, drank all at once. I think over the course of those four days I had about two granola bars and really sporadic sleep. I was physically exhausted, but my body was disillusioned by the drug. We were definitely in our own little fucked up world.
I woke up the morning of the fifth day and quit my job of almost a year. For whatever reason, the night before we had prepared 7 inhalers worth, and with only a blip of a second thought, we split it (and diluted it much more HEAVILY with water than usual, disgusting.... still want to puke thinking about it).
We commenced to drive around and drop off job apps for her, and I immediately felt ‘off’. Not even a good off.... Like, unable to regulate my emotions. About an hour passed, and I started to get a little paranoid and do some math….. That was almost 900 mg split between us. Well, what the fuck, I’ll call poison control to be on the safe side. The first lady had no idea wtf I was talking about and thought we were huffing, so I called a different poison control number and got a different operator. She IMMEDIATELY knew what I was talking about and said to go to the ER. Reluctant to fucking go back for the third time this summer, I asked her casually if we were going to die or something. “You might”, she said replied. Insert the catapultion of my paranoia here. My body is trembling, especially my head. Not out of fear, more like tremoring that I had noticed the day before on our usual dosage, but this was just getting out of control.
In my mind I’m thinking my brain stem is frying or something, I can feel the head buzz so tremendously. I get up to walk back to car and tell my friend, but she’s happily fucked up and not experiencing what I am at all. I commence to go into a state of hysterical psychosis. Honestly, I think I would have gone through childbirth again to avoid what I felt over the next several hours. My friend couldn’t drive for shit, and almost got us into an accident. I demanded she pull over. I called 911 and by the time the paramedics got there, nobody could understand what/how we had taken almost 900 mg worth of propylhexedrine, no one knew what a fucking benzedrex inhaler was, and I felt like a PTSD war victim: every time someone wheezed, sneezed, or talked I jumped ten feet in the air. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t walk straight, my head was on fire, I couldn’t stop laughing, then crying, then laughing. The paramedics honestly looked stumped.
They took us to the hospital and I was literally lying on a hospital gurney in the hallway because they didn’t have any rooms available. Meanwhile I have started to HALLUCINATE (mind you, I have never tried any hallucinogens and never want to…. Believe me). I am also feeling pins and needles in my hands and stop being able to fall them (or interchangeably, it feels like I’m holding something in my hand when nothing is there). Literally, worst feeling of my life. The doctors ignored me, the nurses were bitches, and everyone thought we had been HUFFING for the first hour we were in the hospital. I called my dad from my cell and sobbed about not wanting to die, blah blah…. Literally, I prayed that I wouldn’t a) die b) lose my mind/fry my brain c) fry my organs.
When they finally got around to treating me (giving me water and taking my blood pressure) (mind you, my friend is still not experiencing the same symptoms and has a far more extensive drug abuse history/tolerance than me but I’m yelling down the hallway for them to give her some water) my blood pressure is 190 over something. Um, my normal blood pressure is somewhere between 90-110 over something. I’m fucking hyperventilating and have no idea that’s why I can’t feel my hands. They finally figure out we weren’t huffing out of inhalers, after I insistently tell them over and over that we extracted the propylhexedrine (and they continue to ignore me like I took a couple too many cough drops)..
They give me some goddamn valium, hook me up to the IV, and make me drink this awful liquid charcoal (for people who poison themselves? that’s supposed to absorb some liquid we drank three or four hours before??) They put me in a room and I literally stare into the ER for the next six hours as I come out of this horrible state of psychosis. They give me more valium, do some scans of my body and decide to keep me overnight, because there were some apparent scary things that showed up on the echocardiogram (they sent my friend home at 11- probably because she doesn’t have insurance). The next evening I decided to put myself back in the Behavioral Health Unit, and was pressured to stay longer than I wanted to (in a voluntary unit) because I apparently almost killed myself. In fact, the day after I regretted my choice to come into the center (it's a 3-5 day crisis inpatient treatment in the hospital), but was threatened to be sent to the INVOLUNTARY hospital an hour north if I left.... So I played goodie and was able to leave the next day (discharged against medical advice).
Long story short, I need to stick to figuring out how to get an Adderall script and never, ever, fuck around with that disgusting mentho/lavender/citrus concoction ever. Again.
And now I need a fucking cigarette and a kpin :/
Don't fuck around with OTC shit; after lurking and reading you bluelighters say it over and over, I'm starting to comprefuckinhend...
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
yeah, that's why i didn't really want to go into detail about the extraction process. it's definitely NOT a substitute for amphetamine, even if it's a similar chemical build. and it was never as fun as the first time anyway. in fact, each day i progressively felt more mentally scattered when buzzing, to the point that i worried i was doing some kind of damage to my brain. not to mention with the exception of the first day, i also had bouts of severe emotional instability almost every time. not worth it, and grateful grateful for sure. 
