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I guess prescription drugs and weed really don't mix all that well after all.
Matt and myself have been pretty desperate to do any kind of illegal narcotic as of late. The past two weeks have been nothing but failed attempts to obtain mushrooms. Yesterday we decided to take some of my roomates left over percocets and have a few drinks. I'm assuming it did what it was supposed to do, make us relatively lethargic. However, after getting ourselves so psyched up we realized it wasn't enough and wanted more. Desperately trying to score some ecstasy, that fell through as well (although now i'm really glad - I don't know how it would have reacted with the aforementioned pills). We were told however that we could score some weed. I told myself I'd never smoke while i'm in the service, and I had kept that promise up to that point - it had been three years already. However, we made some phone calls to assure there won't be a piss test anytime soon. After hearing what we wanted to hear, we decided to go and purchase $10 worth (which is a lot more than you get back home, i've noticed).
So this guy we work with comes over and rolls us a blunt, since none of us are skilled enough to roll anything - and the pipe he had was shitty. Four hits later I was gone - and I mean gone. However, it went downhill from there. I was the only one that got affected like this, but i'm pretty damn sure it must have been the pills. I remember sitting on the couch and then standing up - next thing I know I'm opening my eyes and i'm surrounded by everyone.. laying on the floor next to the refrigerator. I got up and started walking towards the bathroom (apparently blacking out again) and then blacking out once again once I actually did hit the bathroom. After the third time I sat and propped myself up against the bathroom wall. Matt came and gave me some ice to put on my head (I was sweating badly) and held a glass of water up to my mouth, since I was shaking too much to hold anything. I sat there for about 15 minutes then managed to get back to the couch. After that I regained some composure and we watched tv until we all started getting tired, then I fell asleep. I feel alright today except for a headache (from banging my head on the ground i'm assuming) and my knees are killing me. I haven't the foggiest about the latter. I took some aspirin, hopefully that will help.
Interesting experience that I never want to happen again. That'll be the last time I take prescription meds for fun, because it wasn't. Maybe it was just too much since it's been so long. Who knows. Drugs are bad.
Matt and myself have been pretty desperate to do any kind of illegal narcotic as of late. The past two weeks have been nothing but failed attempts to obtain mushrooms. Yesterday we decided to take some of my roomates left over percocets and have a few drinks. I'm assuming it did what it was supposed to do, make us relatively lethargic. However, after getting ourselves so psyched up we realized it wasn't enough and wanted more. Desperately trying to score some ecstasy, that fell through as well (although now i'm really glad - I don't know how it would have reacted with the aforementioned pills). We were told however that we could score some weed. I told myself I'd never smoke while i'm in the service, and I had kept that promise up to that point - it had been three years already. However, we made some phone calls to assure there won't be a piss test anytime soon. After hearing what we wanted to hear, we decided to go and purchase $10 worth (which is a lot more than you get back home, i've noticed).
So this guy we work with comes over and rolls us a blunt, since none of us are skilled enough to roll anything - and the pipe he had was shitty. Four hits later I was gone - and I mean gone. However, it went downhill from there. I was the only one that got affected like this, but i'm pretty damn sure it must have been the pills. I remember sitting on the couch and then standing up - next thing I know I'm opening my eyes and i'm surrounded by everyone.. laying on the floor next to the refrigerator. I got up and started walking towards the bathroom (apparently blacking out again) and then blacking out once again once I actually did hit the bathroom. After the third time I sat and propped myself up against the bathroom wall. Matt came and gave me some ice to put on my head (I was sweating badly) and held a glass of water up to my mouth, since I was shaking too much to hold anything. I sat there for about 15 minutes then managed to get back to the couch. After that I regained some composure and we watched tv until we all started getting tired, then I fell asleep. I feel alright today except for a headache (from banging my head on the ground i'm assuming) and my knees are killing me. I haven't the foggiest about the latter. I took some aspirin, hopefully that will help.
Interesting experience that I never want to happen again. That'll be the last time I take prescription meds for fun, because it wasn't. Maybe it was just too much since it's been so long. Who knows. Drugs are bad.