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Frumious Bandersnatch
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By far the worst night of my life. I didn’t follow the rules about inexperienced use while alone and I got punished with 10 straight hours of constant suffering mentally and physically. There was not a single thing I could do about it either because I needed serotonin blockers, high dose fast acting benzos, and anti nausea drugs, but none of those things were in the house and I was unable to call for paramedics because then buttons on the phone were racing around and switching places constantly.
This wasn't a regular bad trip with terrifying hallucinations, in fact I only had 2 hallucinations the whole time. The phone thing and my reflection in the mirror with half my face melting away.
At 11pm, I placed 1 blotter on my tongue while laying in bed waiting. I quickly fell asleep and then at midnight I was suddenly upright and wide awake. I felt uneasy for about a minute and then I got a massive anxiety spike followed by extreme terror and death breathing down my neck.
It wasn't very long before I was hit with overwhelming nausea and barely made it to the toilet which was right next to my bedroom. The vomiting was extensive and came out my nose as well. I went back to my room thinking it was over with. Barely ten minutes later the nausea returned and I once again went back to puke.
Once 3am arrived, the puking/dry heaving was still relentless and ongoing. I wasn't sure if the situation required medical attention but then I coughed up a small amount of blood and realized I needed help. But I couldn't even press 9 and all hope was lost. The situation continued to deteriorate.
Once 5am had arrived, there was blood everywhere. Sink was painted red, and the rest of the bathroom looked like someone had been swinging a soaked paintbrush everywhere. 4 cats were in the house and were all wide awake gathered in the same area close by. 3 males were wide eyed and pacing around constantly while staring at me. The other female one that's known me the longest was calmly sitting nearby and monitoring/observing everything.
The onslaught finally ended at 6am but a new problem revealed itself. Replacing fluids was impossible because even a sip of water was painful.
The next 4 hours were spent curled up waiting for the extreme anxiety and terror to pass. But my brain was quite traumatized and didn't start recovering for a week and it was so slow that it got interrupted by other things I won't say. Never taking serotogenic psychoactives again because MDMA also caused vomiting, sometimes without any warning, anxiety was also bad, plus the extreme numbness in hands and feet all the way up to my knees.
I guess the positive thing was that it made me better at handling a very different kind of suffering that wasn't caused by a drug. The suffering eventually turned into anger and hatred. I will avenge myself.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_ald52
substancecode_lysergamides
explevel_firsttime
exptype_negative
exptype_difficult
roacode_sublingual
This wasn't a regular bad trip with terrifying hallucinations, in fact I only had 2 hallucinations the whole time. The phone thing and my reflection in the mirror with half my face melting away.
At 11pm, I placed 1 blotter on my tongue while laying in bed waiting. I quickly fell asleep and then at midnight I was suddenly upright and wide awake. I felt uneasy for about a minute and then I got a massive anxiety spike followed by extreme terror and death breathing down my neck.
It wasn't very long before I was hit with overwhelming nausea and barely made it to the toilet which was right next to my bedroom. The vomiting was extensive and came out my nose as well. I went back to my room thinking it was over with. Barely ten minutes later the nausea returned and I once again went back to puke.
Once 3am arrived, the puking/dry heaving was still relentless and ongoing. I wasn't sure if the situation required medical attention but then I coughed up a small amount of blood and realized I needed help. But I couldn't even press 9 and all hope was lost. The situation continued to deteriorate.
Once 5am had arrived, there was blood everywhere. Sink was painted red, and the rest of the bathroom looked like someone had been swinging a soaked paintbrush everywhere. 4 cats were in the house and were all wide awake gathered in the same area close by. 3 males were wide eyed and pacing around constantly while staring at me. The other female one that's known me the longest was calmly sitting nearby and monitoring/observing everything.
The onslaught finally ended at 6am but a new problem revealed itself. Replacing fluids was impossible because even a sip of water was painful.
The next 4 hours were spent curled up waiting for the extreme anxiety and terror to pass. But my brain was quite traumatized and didn't start recovering for a week and it was so slow that it got interrupted by other things I won't say. Never taking serotogenic psychoactives again because MDMA also caused vomiting, sometimes without any warning, anxiety was also bad, plus the extreme numbness in hands and feet all the way up to my knees.
I guess the positive thing was that it made me better at handling a very different kind of suffering that wasn't caused by a drug. The suffering eventually turned into anger and hatred. I will avenge myself.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_ald52
substancecode_lysergamides
explevel_firsttime
exptype_negative
exptype_difficult
roacode_sublingual
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