xHippiexchildx
Bluelighter
I must lay out right here and now that i'm a recovering drug addict. As much as i'm ashamed to say, I relapsed the other night on some opiates. I've been off of suboxone for only 2 months, and here I am again going down the opiate road.
The day for me didn't start until about 2pm. I stayed up all night with some friends feeling really good off of some Roxycodone. I need to mention that this is the first time i've ever taken roxy, and it felt realllly nice, almost better than heroin.. Anyways we stayed up all night playing dark souls, and then we proceeded to watch the walking dead. So I didn't go to bed until about 8am. But when I woke up, I felt refreshed (sort of) and ready to tackle another day. My friend went and dropped me off at my house. I still had half of a roxy left that I didn't take. I planned on taking it later that day once my high wore off. Well, I was impatient to say the least. I went ahead and took it around 5pm. I also had in my possession some hydrocodone 10's that I acquired from one of my family members who takes them for back pain. About an hour later, i'm feeling good again, but i'm not as high as I would like to be. I take 2 hydrocodone 10's, and wash them down with water.
About 30 minutes later, my friend that dropped me off earlier calls me and asks if I would like to ride to macon with him. Macon, from where I live, is about a hour drive. I figured, sure, why not? But right before I left, I took another 10 just for the hell of it. As soon as I got into the car, I knew I had made a terrible terrible mistake. I also need to clarify at this point that I took all of this on an empty stomach. Before we even got out of my town, I was pouring sweat, and it was like 30 degrees outside! I then make this known to my friend and his brother what I have done. My friend, being more experienced then me at this point and time with opiates urged me that I needed to eat something. I was feeling very very nauseous when we got to the place we was going to eat. I didn't think I could eat anything, but I manage to get down some cheese fries, which probably saved my life now to think of it. As soon as I finish eating, I felt loads better. Thinking this had done the trick, I get back into the car and we proceed to go to macon. My body temperature at this time had returned to normal.
We get about 10 miles out of town and riding in the car suddenly made me become very nauseated. And then BOOM, the opiates I had taken hit me soooo fucking hard that I thought I was going to pass out. I was feeling super good, too good in fact I thought I was about to die. I can only compare this high with shooting up some VERY VERY high quality heroin. I just sat back in my seat and I was floating. If it wasn't for the nausea, this high would have been incredible, but the higher I got, the more nauseated I became. I need to also clarify the fact that my friend is not driving his own car, but his wife's car, so puking in her car wasn't an option. A day earlier I had left a bottle of vitamin water in his car. I'm glad I emptied it out before we got on the road. So about 30 minutes pass, I can no longer hold it down. It comes out so forcefully that I almost puke out of the bottle. My friend has to stop the car, and I emptied it on the side of the interstate. I told him, "I feel fine now, I'll probably be much better from here on out." Wrong! About 10 minutes later the urge to puke returns, and I'm again projectile vomiting in the bottle. Stop, empty, repeat, until we make it to macon. When we finally get ouf of the car, the urge to puke lessens dramatically. We stayed up in macon for about 20 minutes getting parts for my friend's car. My friend can be compared to Paul Walker in the fast and the furious. He drives these incredibly fast cars and knows just about everything about them. I know absolutely jack shit about cars.. but I love riding in them! The car he has now is an STI. We were riding in a mustang.
Anyways, we get back in the car. Again as soon as we start driving I feel the urge to puke. Before we make it out of macon, i'm puking in the bottle again. My friend's only explanation is that the pills are touching my stomach lining.. whatever that means. I'm still feeling pretty fucking good as we are driving back to my hometown. I puked an estimated 3 more times before we made it back. Smoking cigarettes didn't help. As a matter of fact, they just made me puke even more! And somehow, through all that puking, I didn't get one drop in his ole ladies car. :D
As soon as I got home, I smoked a cigarette (Bad idea), puked off the side of the porch, went straight to my bed and slept the best sleep i've had in years. How the fuck did I puke so much? That's what I don't understand. I bought a milkshake cause I heard in my drug years that milk kills the opiate high.. whether it's true or not.. idk? Although I don't think it really helped, I think that's the reason I threw up so much.. I don't think i'll ever be trying that again.. period. I can only ask everyone here that.. if you believe in some sort of God out there.. pray for me that I don't fall back into drug addiction. I screwed up alot with my addiction.. I had alot of chances to better myself, but I loved being high more than anything in the entire world.. more than life itself.
Anyways, that's my report. Learn from it, or make the same mistake I did. Your choice. Peace and love!
The day for me didn't start until about 2pm. I stayed up all night with some friends feeling really good off of some Roxycodone. I need to mention that this is the first time i've ever taken roxy, and it felt realllly nice, almost better than heroin.. Anyways we stayed up all night playing dark souls, and then we proceeded to watch the walking dead. So I didn't go to bed until about 8am. But when I woke up, I felt refreshed (sort of) and ready to tackle another day. My friend went and dropped me off at my house. I still had half of a roxy left that I didn't take. I planned on taking it later that day once my high wore off. Well, I was impatient to say the least. I went ahead and took it around 5pm. I also had in my possession some hydrocodone 10's that I acquired from one of my family members who takes them for back pain. About an hour later, i'm feeling good again, but i'm not as high as I would like to be. I take 2 hydrocodone 10's, and wash them down with water.
About 30 minutes later, my friend that dropped me off earlier calls me and asks if I would like to ride to macon with him. Macon, from where I live, is about a hour drive. I figured, sure, why not? But right before I left, I took another 10 just for the hell of it. As soon as I got into the car, I knew I had made a terrible terrible mistake. I also need to clarify at this point that I took all of this on an empty stomach. Before we even got out of my town, I was pouring sweat, and it was like 30 degrees outside! I then make this known to my friend and his brother what I have done. My friend, being more experienced then me at this point and time with opiates urged me that I needed to eat something. I was feeling very very nauseous when we got to the place we was going to eat. I didn't think I could eat anything, but I manage to get down some cheese fries, which probably saved my life now to think of it. As soon as I finish eating, I felt loads better. Thinking this had done the trick, I get back into the car and we proceed to go to macon. My body temperature at this time had returned to normal.
We get about 10 miles out of town and riding in the car suddenly made me become very nauseated. And then BOOM, the opiates I had taken hit me soooo fucking hard that I thought I was going to pass out. I was feeling super good, too good in fact I thought I was about to die. I can only compare this high with shooting up some VERY VERY high quality heroin. I just sat back in my seat and I was floating. If it wasn't for the nausea, this high would have been incredible, but the higher I got, the more nauseated I became. I need to also clarify the fact that my friend is not driving his own car, but his wife's car, so puking in her car wasn't an option. A day earlier I had left a bottle of vitamin water in his car. I'm glad I emptied it out before we got on the road. So about 30 minutes pass, I can no longer hold it down. It comes out so forcefully that I almost puke out of the bottle. My friend has to stop the car, and I emptied it on the side of the interstate. I told him, "I feel fine now, I'll probably be much better from here on out." Wrong! About 10 minutes later the urge to puke returns, and I'm again projectile vomiting in the bottle. Stop, empty, repeat, until we make it to macon. When we finally get ouf of the car, the urge to puke lessens dramatically. We stayed up in macon for about 20 minutes getting parts for my friend's car. My friend can be compared to Paul Walker in the fast and the furious. He drives these incredibly fast cars and knows just about everything about them. I know absolutely jack shit about cars.. but I love riding in them! The car he has now is an STI. We were riding in a mustang.
Anyways, we get back in the car. Again as soon as we start driving I feel the urge to puke. Before we make it out of macon, i'm puking in the bottle again. My friend's only explanation is that the pills are touching my stomach lining.. whatever that means. I'm still feeling pretty fucking good as we are driving back to my hometown. I puked an estimated 3 more times before we made it back. Smoking cigarettes didn't help. As a matter of fact, they just made me puke even more! And somehow, through all that puking, I didn't get one drop in his ole ladies car. :D
As soon as I got home, I smoked a cigarette (Bad idea), puked off the side of the porch, went straight to my bed and slept the best sleep i've had in years. How the fuck did I puke so much? That's what I don't understand. I bought a milkshake cause I heard in my drug years that milk kills the opiate high.. whether it's true or not.. idk? Although I don't think it really helped, I think that's the reason I threw up so much.. I don't think i'll ever be trying that again.. period. I can only ask everyone here that.. if you believe in some sort of God out there.. pray for me that I don't fall back into drug addiction. I screwed up alot with my addiction.. I had alot of chances to better myself, but I loved being high more than anything in the entire world.. more than life itself.
Anyways, that's my report. Learn from it, or make the same mistake I did. Your choice. Peace and love!
