Black Rabbit of Inle
Bluelight Crew
I decided finally (after doing much research) to try my hand at Datura, or failing that, Dramamine. I am in love with the delirium since I first tried Belladonna and Muscaria. I figured it would be difficult to get Datura to me as it's a kill on site weed, so I bought some dramamine as a backup incase I didn't find any. Which I didn't.
I couldn't find enough credible information as to how much I should dose, the ranges were from 8 tablets (400mg) to ~2.5g, deciding to err on the side of caution I swallowed 8 pills and sat back and watched some movies. I couldn't tell you what happened next, I don't remember 90% of the night and the parts I do remember can't be put into words. When I eventually came down/woke up, I was still feeling left of center. As I went for a shower I noticed that there were a lot of blister packs around. At some point during the night I had decided it was a good idea to take everything I had. Lucy, Mesc, Molly, Mary & Drammy. All gone, every last one of them. I started to freak out about having to go to the hospital, having to explain what I had taken, and just generally having to interact with people. I had picked up my phone to call my brother to take me up the hospital when I realized that it was late Saturday afternoon. I dosed on Thursday afternoon hoping to be fine for work on the Friday. But I lost a whole day.
My brother rocked up about 20mins later and I told him what had happened and why I was panicking. He was quite calm about it all(he's the only one in my family that knows the extent of my drug use) and talked me into a much calmer state of mind. "It can't be that bad," he said. "You're still walking around today and there doesn't seem to be any physical issues." I told him that my vision had deteriorated and I felt like I was going blind. I couldn't read anything, everything was just a blob in my blurry field of vision. I was still a little anxious about having to explain why I missed work and didn't contact them so I decided to go through the waiting room and get checked out. It helped easy my worries a bit as now I had a doctors cert for my missing day. I didn't say a word to the doc about what had transpired, instead I just told him that over the last 48 hours my vision had become incredibly bad. My brother drove me up to work to drop off the letter and talk to the boss. I was still feeling pretty damn shitty and the last thing I wanted was to get in an argument with him over it. So I told him what I told the doc and handed him the cert and left it at that.
I'm dreading having to go back to work tomorrow and face him again. I just feel absolute hatred towards myself right now.
But I have learned to have a sitter with me when I try new things. I can't normally have anyone sober around when I'm off my face because I end up feel like sorry for them having to put up with my whimsical shit while they sit there bored. This whole thing could have been a hell of a lot worse. It might have been, but I'll never know it.
- I'm sorry if this is in the wrong place mods, feel free to move it.
I couldn't find enough credible information as to how much I should dose, the ranges were from 8 tablets (400mg) to ~2.5g, deciding to err on the side of caution I swallowed 8 pills and sat back and watched some movies. I couldn't tell you what happened next, I don't remember 90% of the night and the parts I do remember can't be put into words. When I eventually came down/woke up, I was still feeling left of center. As I went for a shower I noticed that there were a lot of blister packs around. At some point during the night I had decided it was a good idea to take everything I had. Lucy, Mesc, Molly, Mary & Drammy. All gone, every last one of them. I started to freak out about having to go to the hospital, having to explain what I had taken, and just generally having to interact with people. I had picked up my phone to call my brother to take me up the hospital when I realized that it was late Saturday afternoon. I dosed on Thursday afternoon hoping to be fine for work on the Friday. But I lost a whole day.
My brother rocked up about 20mins later and I told him what had happened and why I was panicking. He was quite calm about it all(he's the only one in my family that knows the extent of my drug use) and talked me into a much calmer state of mind. "It can't be that bad," he said. "You're still walking around today and there doesn't seem to be any physical issues." I told him that my vision had deteriorated and I felt like I was going blind. I couldn't read anything, everything was just a blob in my blurry field of vision. I was still a little anxious about having to explain why I missed work and didn't contact them so I decided to go through the waiting room and get checked out. It helped easy my worries a bit as now I had a doctors cert for my missing day. I didn't say a word to the doc about what had transpired, instead I just told him that over the last 48 hours my vision had become incredibly bad. My brother drove me up to work to drop off the letter and talk to the boss. I was still feeling pretty damn shitty and the last thing I wanted was to get in an argument with him over it. So I told him what I told the doc and handed him the cert and left it at that.
I'm dreading having to go back to work tomorrow and face him again. I just feel absolute hatred towards myself right now.
But I have learned to have a sitter with me when I try new things. I can't normally have anyone sober around when I'm off my face because I end up feel like sorry for them having to put up with my whimsical shit while they sit there bored. This whole thing could have been a hell of a lot worse. It might have been, but I'll never know it. - I'm sorry if this is in the wrong place mods, feel free to move it.
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