LordOfThisWorld
Bluelighter
Smashed leg on a bicycle accident, they sent me to the Trauma unit, I don't remember how much they gave me, but it was enough to make me feel good and take away the pain.I loved those pins & needles, those crystal spiders of pleasure crawling up the spine, the neck, into the back of my head. Those fucking E.R-pills I shot turned into a fucking goo in the spoon. I remember the last shot after 3 days awake, needles fucking everywhere, tiny droplets of blood on the floor - it took me three days to turn my apartment into a fucking den.
And sucking up that goo, I remember thinking, this doesn't look healthy before proceeding to stabbing myself a dozen times, unable to hit a vein because my vision was so fucking blurry.
When I can see the end of my tunnel, however, I want to load up a rig with heroin and scopolamine and shoot myself into proper twilight sleep once before it's all said and done. Cocaine I.V as well. But those plans are faaaaaaar into the future (or deadly disease).
How'd you end up with a drip? That butchering they did on your shoulder?
Do you know how much you got? I've read about people getting like only 20mg and get all noddy and shit. Lucky bastards.
Drip must've been golden, though - keeping that warm blanket constant.
Have you tried any other dr00gz I.V?
I've gotten a drip once, but as per usual, I passed out as soon as the spike pierced my skin.
I have never tried any other drug intravenously, only that time at the hospital for my leg.