John_Burrows
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I've been plugging opiates for well over a year now and never even CONSIDERED this as a danger, but I guess that's what experience is all about. Anyway, thought I'd share and see if anyone else has had a similar, if unlikely, experience...
On the weekends I tend to binge and enjoy my dilaudid pills a bit more than during the week, when I try harder to be a good boy.
Anyway, plugging is my favorite roa, I get far more out of the pills that way. I use an oral syringe for this, which is about 5 inches long and as thick as a middle finger (more or less). As I usually do, after a particularly heavy night I lay in bed and give myself the last shot of the night (a plug before bed helps me sleep and insures I won't wake up in the middle of the night withdrawing).
So, I pushed down on the syringe and laid there with a big, goofy smile on my face, already zonked out from the night's activities...
I didn't remember falling asleep, but I suddenly awoke and saw it was only a few hours after I had retired. Suddenly I realized why - I felt something slowly emerging from my man-hole: un oh! Emergency poo!
I had no idea I needed to crap so badly, but I ain't going to argue with mother nature, so I started to get up. I actually could feel the hardened turd (thanks, opiates) pushing it's way out like a little turtle head, to the point I could swear I felt it dragging across my bedsheets as I got up. Fuck!
So I raced to the toilet, sat down as fast as I could and, like a dolphin through a hoop, I felt flipper rocket from his secret hiding place and splash down to freedom.
It felt like a big one so I just flushed immediately, not wanting to give the scent of victory a chance to overtake me.
Much to my surprise, when I wiped there was no evidence of performance, but oh well, its happened before (opiates tend to harden things up and thus leave no squishy residue).
Anyway, I returned to the bedroom, prepared to resume my slumber when I noticed something odd - my plugging syringe wasn't on the nightstand where I always put it post-plug. I did a quick search under the blankets, on the floor, but the syringe was no where to be found.
Uh oh.
I then realized that I must have passed out before I had a chance to remove the syringe from my happy place. It dawned on me that the lubed-up syringe is what i felt trying to escape from my brownbox, NOT a turd!
And I must have just flushed my prized plugging plunger down the tubes...
A moment later I felt a bit of abdominal discomfort and had the most horrific thought - what if did just poo a poo, and the plunger was still inside me??
For a few minutes I kind of freaked out, thinking it was entirely possible that I could have rolled over during the night and accidentally pushed that slippery salmon all the way up my rectum. I figured it would have been impossible to have a bona fide bowel movement if something solid WAS jammed up there, but how do I know? I know as much about biology as Geroge W. Bush knows about being a good president.
Cursing myself for being too quick to flush without looking, I briefly flirted with the idea of going to the emergency room and what I would say... I fell on it? I misread the enema instructions? I had a totally different concept of what "oral syringe" meant??
Ultimately I decided on an experiment. If I could force out a REAL poo, I'd be satisfied that there wasn't something inside me gumming up the works.
Good thing i had just binged on opiates, since nothing makes it easier to take a dump than a belly full of dilaudid! /sarcasm off
Man, I never pushed so hard in my life. I think I actually burned more calories than an Olympic pole vaulter trying to vault a pole of my own. But praise be the brown god of the underworld, since a few minutes later out popped a happy and healthy baby poo!
Convinced I was safe, I downgraded from Defcon 5 and went back to bed, an important lesson now engraved in my psyche - ALWAYS REMOVE THE SYRINGE and do it right away! Don't lay there and relax a few minutes, don't wonder if taking it out right away makes you homophobic and don't wonder if you're actually enjoying it, just press down, release the hounds and bug out.
Not that I expect anyone to admit it, but has this ever happened to anyone else?
On the weekends I tend to binge and enjoy my dilaudid pills a bit more than during the week, when I try harder to be a good boy.
Anyway, plugging is my favorite roa, I get far more out of the pills that way. I use an oral syringe for this, which is about 5 inches long and as thick as a middle finger (more or less). As I usually do, after a particularly heavy night I lay in bed and give myself the last shot of the night (a plug before bed helps me sleep and insures I won't wake up in the middle of the night withdrawing).
So, I pushed down on the syringe and laid there with a big, goofy smile on my face, already zonked out from the night's activities...
I didn't remember falling asleep, but I suddenly awoke and saw it was only a few hours after I had retired. Suddenly I realized why - I felt something slowly emerging from my man-hole: un oh! Emergency poo!
I had no idea I needed to crap so badly, but I ain't going to argue with mother nature, so I started to get up. I actually could feel the hardened turd (thanks, opiates) pushing it's way out like a little turtle head, to the point I could swear I felt it dragging across my bedsheets as I got up. Fuck!
So I raced to the toilet, sat down as fast as I could and, like a dolphin through a hoop, I felt flipper rocket from his secret hiding place and splash down to freedom.
It felt like a big one so I just flushed immediately, not wanting to give the scent of victory a chance to overtake me.
Much to my surprise, when I wiped there was no evidence of performance, but oh well, its happened before (opiates tend to harden things up and thus leave no squishy residue).
Anyway, I returned to the bedroom, prepared to resume my slumber when I noticed something odd - my plugging syringe wasn't on the nightstand where I always put it post-plug. I did a quick search under the blankets, on the floor, but the syringe was no where to be found.
Uh oh.
I then realized that I must have passed out before I had a chance to remove the syringe from my happy place. It dawned on me that the lubed-up syringe is what i felt trying to escape from my brownbox, NOT a turd!
And I must have just flushed my prized plugging plunger down the tubes...
A moment later I felt a bit of abdominal discomfort and had the most horrific thought - what if did just poo a poo, and the plunger was still inside me??
For a few minutes I kind of freaked out, thinking it was entirely possible that I could have rolled over during the night and accidentally pushed that slippery salmon all the way up my rectum. I figured it would have been impossible to have a bona fide bowel movement if something solid WAS jammed up there, but how do I know? I know as much about biology as Geroge W. Bush knows about being a good president.
Cursing myself for being too quick to flush without looking, I briefly flirted with the idea of going to the emergency room and what I would say... I fell on it? I misread the enema instructions? I had a totally different concept of what "oral syringe" meant??
Ultimately I decided on an experiment. If I could force out a REAL poo, I'd be satisfied that there wasn't something inside me gumming up the works.
Good thing i had just binged on opiates, since nothing makes it easier to take a dump than a belly full of dilaudid! /sarcasm off
Man, I never pushed so hard in my life. I think I actually burned more calories than an Olympic pole vaulter trying to vault a pole of my own. But praise be the brown god of the underworld, since a few minutes later out popped a happy and healthy baby poo!
Convinced I was safe, I downgraded from Defcon 5 and went back to bed, an important lesson now engraved in my psyche - ALWAYS REMOVE THE SYRINGE and do it right away! Don't lay there and relax a few minutes, don't wonder if taking it out right away makes you homophobic and don't wonder if you're actually enjoying it, just press down, release the hounds and bug out.
Not that I expect anyone to admit it, but has this ever happened to anyone else?
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