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Your first IV

i was in camden with a friend and her friend, 2 chicks right, so we get some bangin dope but i was really scared for some reason even though i had been sniffin heroin for about a year and a half prior almost every day, and i was like ok ill try it. got a fresh set and i wanted to do a whole bag but the girls were like nooo..noo...dont do ittt...its really good dope...i was like yea im sure it is but i do really good dope all the time, i wanna do a whole bag maybe more in my first shot, but they convinced me to do only half a bag, and i didnt really get a rush at all...which kind of pissed me off. had the friend of my friend bang me up, in a parking lot in the middle of camden. it was crazy. but needless to say i got way addicted to the needle shortly afterwards. im supposed to go to a family function in a few minutes, but im tryin to stay home so i can call my buddy up and go to the hood, get some diesel. god damn.
 
my first IV was morphine that i got from some girl with rheumatoid arthritis. i used a needle i'd stolen from my dermatologist, which i thought had saline in it. turns out it had botox in it and fortunately i bleached the needle before using it or i probably would have really fucked myself over by injecting botulism. anyways, it made my entire body itch like crazy but i got really high. i only did that once with morphine before moving right on over to heroin, which was much cheaper and easier to find. my first boot with that quite literally knocked me backwards. i was sitting down in my chair leaning forward and as soon as i loosened the belt and pushed the shot in, it took my breath away and i fell backwards into my chair. i couldn't move for like an hour after that i was in such an intense euphoria it sort of paralyzed me. but like every other post on this board, i've since lost my job, money, car, relationship and all of my real friends. it's a lonely world and for me it only took one time before i was completely hooked. just be careful.
 
It was some years ago. In the summer. Was on a party in my neighbourhood. At that time I hadn't done amphetamin for maybe two years. Before I knew about it I was on my way home with a couple, plans were speed IV and a longtime threesome.

At their place we solved the speed with water and up in the pump with the solution. Back then my vains looked much better and I just reached out my arm to the man to give me my fix. I was excited and watched carefully every step he made. I saw the register, and then... After the first meter it started to tingle in my body, after the second it was like an small fire in all my body-from toes to cunt to head and after the third meter I was in heaven. I took some paper and pulled it against my arm. Layed down on the floor and just enjoyed all emotions and feelings rushing thruogh my body and brain. It was the best feeling I ever had. But I also realized that speed never would be the same without tools. But who cared, everything was just perfect.

After getting up from the floor we talked some and then the sex was on. Several hours and one more fix later I went home to my boyfriend. (He knew about the groupsex, was invited but turned down with objection I should do it) First I didn't wanted to tell him about the shot but in the same way I was in a wierd way proud over myself. He took it good so.. nothing to talk about.
 
My first IV was a few years ago.
my poison? Heroin.

been binging on oxycotton and heroin for a month and decided to take it up a notch and inject.

Went over to my dealers house (we actually became good acquaintances over the years of knowing each other and me being a regular client). He told me he had some good diesel and that he would give it to me as a gift for being a such a reliable client of his. He even said he'd teach me how to shoot it up. The second i heard this i was fluttered with giddiness as it was free dope and my ticket to the moon.

I made my way to his pad and he had it all laid out. I sat down, started to socialize, and he started to prep the shot. I couldn't help but watch as he did it so gracefully. It seemed as if he were an actual doctor, and i was coming in for my flu shot or what have you.

At the time i was even skinnier than now and my veins shot out from my body, which made it easy as hell to find a nice spot to shoot up. He did it for me as it was my first time and i remember just saying "fuck it lets get this shit on" and the next thing i knew, i felt this warm sensation running through my body. It felt like someone had injected melted butter into my veins.

I laid back and enjoyed the rest of the high.

Twas a good night indeed.
I think if my dealer hadn't moved away i probably be a complete junkie surviving on the needle. Im beyond glad that were not in contact anymore.
 
Me and another chick ditched rehab to shoot up in the bathroom.

It really wasn't all that I expected, but I didn't do that much cause I was scared.

The following times were better.
 
I had a Norweigan mail me a 25 gauge syringe, which I used to IV some 2C-T-7. Pleasant trip.
 
i remeber my first time vividly. i was with my friend who had been shooting dope for months. id go pick up with him. id smoke hed shoot. one night i bought some rigs for him since he was 17 and i was 18. he offered to shoot me up and excited i said yeah.

i handed him my arm that fateful night in a food for less parking lot. he shot and i didnt feel anything, the car was still running so after the shot he drives off. by time we get to the traffic light im in bliss and oh so thankful for the gift given to me. i nodded out on the drive home with nothing but a smile on my face


rip andrew
 
I remembered the first time I shot up like it was yesterday. I had just bought a couple packets of H and was looking for a place to buy some rigs or someone that had a spare one. Then i went to this crackhead's house because I remember him talking about IVing before. Low and behold he had rigs. He gave me one and got a spoon, alcohol, water. For a crackhead he did the whole thing pretty legit. Used a new needle, clean spoon, bottled water, wiped the injection spot with alcohol. He guided me through it pretty good. When it was finally time to do it, I was sooo nervous. I was only doing half a pack cause I said I would split it with him if he give me a needle and shit. So he tied me off and offered to be the one to poke me but I wanted to be the one to poke a needle in my arm. I found a vein first try. I drew in some blood, he untied me and I slowly pushed the plunger. I felt the warmth rush throughout my body before before I even did my wash. It was truly heaven. The best feeling I had ever felt. I will never forget it.
 
First IV was bitter sweet. While it felt good I knew what I was doing was bad.
 
Cool Thread; Brought back some interesting memories. Thanks

In my case, the first IV was about 25 years ago.

Dating D____ at the time, she a Registered Nurse.

We had been dating off and on for about 2 months at this point. I bought an 8 ball of what turned out to be really good coke for our date one night. It was probably the purist coke I've ever had, very slightly pink in color and each little grain was like a separate little snowflake.

Arrived at her place and laid out a few lines. We snorted those, wow it was good! She leaned forward, looked me in the eye, and said, "This is the best coke I've ever done, Would you mind if I shot some"? I was pretty high and more than a little surprised but I managed to babble something like "I guess", "whatever you want"

She got up and proceeded to putter around her apartment; gathering alcohol and cotton balls from the bathroom, a spoon from the kitchen, a handful of insulin syringes, rubber tourniquet and a clear plastic flask which I guess was either sterile water or saline from her medical bag.

She came back to where I was sitting on her sofa and proceeded to lay out her paraphernalia on the coffee table. She picked up the glass vial with the coke in it and holding it up to the light, rolled it in her fingers. "look" she said excitedly, 'it doesn't clump at all". She opened the vial and tapped a medium sized line into the spoon. She then drew up some liquid, about 1/2 the small syringe, from the bottle she had. She squirted the liquid into the spoon. The coke dissolved immediately with no residue left in the spoon at all. She seemed to approve of this enthusiastically too. She rolled a small bit of the cotton in to a little ball with her finger tips and dropped it into the spoon.

Then she wrapped the rubber tourniquet tightly around her upper arm. She finished the wrap by tucking a loop back under the wraps.

She took the syringe in hand and placed the tip on the needle in the bit of cotton in the spoon. She slowly drew the liquid up into the syringe. Then she held the syringe up to the light and tapped it a couple times with her finger nail, carefully she squeezed just a drop or two out. "Perfect" she said.

Setting the syringe down, she moistened a cotton ball with alcohol and rubbed it against her inner arm. She picked up the syringe from the table. She placed the tip of the needle against a prominent vein that was now bulging on her inner elbow and gently pushed it in. She drew back the plunger a bit and a small flag of dark red blood popped into the barrel of the syringe. She looked up at me smiled and said "I hit it".

She reached up and pulled the end of the rubber tourniquet and it fell away from her arm. Again, she drew back slightly on the plunger and a bit more blood came in.

She now pushed about a third of the mixture of blood and coke into her vein and then quickly drew back again, then again she pushed about a third of what was left in the syringe and drew back again, then the last of it, and drew back one more time filling the syringe with blood and then pushing that in too.

She took the needle from her arm, rubbed the tiny droplet of blood that had formed there with the cotton ball.

All in all this process was maybe one of the most erotic things I've ever seen a woman do.
"My god" she breathed as the syringe fell from her hand. "So damn good" she managed to croak . . . and after a few seconds, now kiss me, she demanded. I heard that, and of course I did.

After about an hour or so of fooling around we were resting, she said, "I want to go again, how about you?" "I don't do that" I said. "Come on, I'll do you so good baby" she insisted, "you will love it". I resisted just a bit but in the end of course I caved. The process above was repeated, for me this time. As she pushed it in the feeling of lightness and power, energy, pleasure was beyond amazing, the loud ringing of bells in my head, the rush of a whole body orgasm, waves of bliss, joy and stimulation. Even the taste of it. Unlike anything I've ever felt. Then she did herself again while I watched in fascination.

From there we went on. The rest of that night and a big chunk of the whole next day, shooting and playing and shooting some more and playing some more.

We did again a few weeks later and sorry to say it was not as good as that first time. Still fun though.

We kept at it for 6 months or so. From watching her I learned to do myself and could soon fix without her help. (I'm thinking that his may address the question in "Other Drugs" from speedgirl about the "genus" of who shoots up who. Maybe it's not so much the sex of the people involved as the experience, i.e. somebody has to teach somebody)

Any way, D____ and I drifted apart and I have not seen or heard from her in more than 20 years. Still I remember that first evening very well. Have not had many opportunities to IV in the ensuing years. Just a couple of times when circumstances were right; the right time, the right place and the right person. It's always been good but it never compared with that first time.
 
I IVed for the first time today. I went to my boys house to cop a few bags from his stash. I got there, snorted a bag, then he shot some of his shit. He then asked me if I wanted to try the needle, so I said sure. I only decided to shoot half a bag because I did 20mg of OC before I got there, it was really good dope, and my first time shooting. He grabs some new gear, and preps my shot. He missed the vein in my left arm TWICE. We switched to the right arm, he pops it in, registers, and plunges away. I untie and stand there for a few seconds then BAM. The shot hits me, and it was NICE. Its a much different feeling than snorting, thats for sure. A few minutes later, I snorted the other half and was nodding hard as hell. It was definitely an awesome experience, but Im gonna be smart and only shoot on occasion because that shit can be deadly.
 
Story.

All my friends and I used to be right into weed, booze, pills and acid. We never touched needles. I went away for about 6 years then came back to find all my friends were right into methamphetamine. I wouldn't touch the shit. I kept telling them that it was shit and a waste of money. Anyway after about 12 months my curiousity got the best of me. I went out and scored 3 points of speed. It was orange and in a paste form. I'd seen my friend dang up all the time so I new the procedure. I mixed the gear in the bag with about 50 units of water. My heart was fucking pumping and I felt light headed, that was just from mixing it up and knowing where it was going. I sucked up the orange mix which made a total of about 70 units in the pick. I've been told Im lucky because I have big veins close to the surface of my skin. I placed the needle point on my skin just above the vein on the inside of my right arm(opposite the elbow) and slowly pushed it into my arm. I had a massive grimace on my face from the slight pain and uncertainty of what I was doing. It actually suprised me how easy it was to do and how little it hurt. Once I thought I had hit the vein I eased back on the plunger and "bingo" there was the blood in the needle. I slowly eased the mix in to my arm. After I got half way I could feel the rush, and by the time I had injected the whole lot it felt like I was winded badly. I was panting and gasping for air. The rush was wicked. I got up and started walking around the room. My mind was racing and I felt awesome. I felt floaty and spaced. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest and I had done about 5 laps of the house from walking around.

I have to admit that from then on I never looked back. The thrill of the needle was almost just as good as the shot. People say that you actually get addicted to the steel and I beleive it. I used to do it once a fortnight, then once a week, then twice a week and before I new it I wanted to do it everyday. Fortunately I realised I was wasting to much money and my arm was getting alot of noticable track marks so I decided to go cold turkey. I stopped using it for abouit 6 months. I still shoot up meth from time to time, maybe once a month now. I think that until the day I die Im going to use needles. You have to control it and dont let it control you.
 
Let's talk about that again in let's say... 6 months at best :)

Not trying to put you down but 98% of people who said "It was definitely an awesome experience, but Im gonna be smart and only shoot on occasion because that shit can be deadly." ended up with an IV addiction...

Maybe you will beat the odds, who knows ^^
 
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