sarahrain68
Greenlighter
When I first started shooting I got so so so so sick...throwing up and sooooo cold seriously never been so cold.....didnt even want the rest of my shit till next day it was AWFUL!! Cotton Fever Sux
With that in mind, I am confused why you (or anyone else) would think that a hit of "good" heroin would cure a dirty hit. It just doesn't make sense.
Heroin ain't an antibiotic nor is it an anti-histamine.
Perhaps the symptoms of a dirty hit (nausea, chills, etc.) remind users of withdrawal, so they mistakenly think that a shot of good dope will clear them up.
Anyhow, just wanted to throw that out there because I could easily imagine someone OD'ing from shooting several shots of "good dope" in an attempt to cure their bad hit.
When I first started shooting I got so so so so sick...throwing up and sooooo cold seriously never been so cold.....didnt even want the rest of my shit till next day it was AWFUL!! Cotton Fever Sux[/QUOTE
it's common for some individuals to feel very sick and throw up for hours after a hit when they first use heroin [or when they begin to use again after being clean from a previous addiction to heroin]. It doesn't necessarily mean a dirty hit, it means you have low tolerance and are more susceptible to throwing up than other folks. It's when you keep using regularly that you no longer feel sick and throw up anymore, then you are addicted, and your body then needs heroin to stop feeling sick.
The reason why opiates make you throw up or feel nausea is because the drug stimulates the vomitory muscle of the stomach. In fact, most opiates relax every other muscle in the body but stimulates the vomitory muscle.
Definitely experienced several types of dirty hits and cotton fever. Only thing worse I think is pwd which is a layer of hell that Dante himself couldn't imagine. A little off topic but have any of you shot up using your own spit? Or dew off the ground or whatever sick shit.
Excellent thread.
I remember the one and only "dirty hit" I've ever had. It looked like normal, dark brown heroin, but something about it told me that I shouldn't try shooting it (maybe it was the fact that my dealer had just said "you shouldn't try shooting it" 5 minutes before. I was sick, so what the fuck did he expect me to do?). My dealer told me something was wrong with it. He said another guy had just shot some and said it wasn't good. I had no idea how much of an understatement "wasn't good" was. If it was so bad, he wouldn't be selling it to me, right?
Wrong.
So anyways, me and my girlfriend at the time start prepping it. I finish first, as always, and start to shoot. I was on the phone with another dealer of mine when the rush hit (I can talk on the phone and prep/shoot up at the same time) and I told her I had to call her back. I hung up the phone, and started freaking out.
My heart was pounding, my chest muscles tightened and burning, my stomach about to unleash the breakfast I had put in it an hour earlier. And my head. Oh my god, my head. It felt like someone had placed it in a vice and was just cranking it closed, squeezing my head. My eyes really felt like they were being pushed out of their sockets from behind.
I look over at my girlfriend who just registered and was about to shoot. I yell at her for her to stop. It takes a few seconds for her to realize how much pain I am in, and she finally understands that she would be stupid to shoot this "dope." She rolls down the window and squirts it out.
The effects continued ALL DAY. I went home to wait for my girlfriend to make some money at work so we could go buy real dope and hopefully have it make me feel better. I sat at home for a few hours just puking and writhing in pain in bed. It was horrible. The worst experience of my life.
A few hours later, my girlfriend gets her lunch break at work and comes to pick me up so we can go get more dope. The dealer who sold me the bad shit told me he'd replace it with the good dope he had just got a few minutes earlier. We got to his house, bought 4 bags and got the 4 he had to replace (4 each), and prep it. My entire body was shaking from the effects of the dope from earlier, so it took a few minutes to hit a vein. It was the most frustrating few minutes of my life.
The (incredible, excellent, awesome) good dope finally kicked in (I shot all 4 bags), but it barely touched the effects of the bad dope. I did feel better, but my head still hurt and my heart was still racing, and my entire body was shaking. Over the course of the day, we did about 10 bags more each, and still, the effects were not completely gone.
The effects of the bad dope stuck around for TWO DAYS AFTER the day I shot it, so THREE DAYS total. Same for the other guy who shot it. For 3 days, we felt the pain from whatever was in that dope. To this day, I don't even have the slightest idea of what was in it, but for the time between shooting the bad dope and the time I finally got some good dope to shoot, I actually thought I was going to die. It was the one time in my life I was absolutely certain my life was ending.
I never want to feel that shit ever again.
Definitely experienced several types of dirty hits and cotton fever. Only thing worse I think is pwd which is a layer of hell that Dante himself couldn't imagine. A little off topic but have any of you shot up using your own spit? Or dew off the ground or whatever sick shit.