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Nearly one week into my detox and rehab Tomorrow I will be one week into my drug detox/rehab.
I have moved to the Norfolk coast to help run a Zorbing park and I have no contacts here for any kind of drugs (which is a GOOD thing).
Since I have left Bucks area I have had very little cravings (maybe the odd little pang here and there). My nose and sinuses are starting to heal so I can finally sleep through the night without having to wake up numerous times for drinks of water from where I've been breathing through my mouth. I have no piss pains and seem to be recovering bladder capacity.
Most of all I feel clear headed (partly no drugs and partly sea air I think).
This seems to be much more of a doddle than I thought it would be.123
Methooxphenidine. Right,
Got bored.
Still of the booze, can't get decent dissos for shit.
Thought I'd try Methoxphenidine. Works very well. Just like Methoxetamiane. but with a much longer duration.
Just don't try taking it in a house of straighters. Only just got let out of A&E
True story!
P.S. I'm back!
SAMHAIN – Shit Robot and Boxcutter – Liverpool 31/10
Sefton Park Palm House will play host to some of the most coveted Irish artists in electronic music, as macabre entities from the otherworld, possess Liverpool’s most breathtaking venue for the occult ceremony of Samhain.
In a brand new venture for Liverpool Irish Festival, we’re hugely excited to be bringing over some of our favourite musical prodigies from across the sea, along with some of Liverpool's best young Irish imports.
Expect enticing sounds interwoven with engulfing visuals and nightmarish creatures on this all-hallows eve.
8PM - 1AM
£8.50
http://www.facebook.com/events/690741834335416/
Shit Robot (Dfa Records) + Boxcutter (Planet Mu) at Sefton Park Palm House, Liverpool - See Tickets
Favorite dubstep artisits? What are some of your favorite dubstep styled artists? Looking for some new music to add to my collection. Post here! Thanks!:bounce_fl
WEDINOS Test Results Changing Recently 2 (that I know of) samples of 4=AcO-DALT were sent to WEDINOS for analysis and they both tested as cathinone. These results have both now changed to 4-AcO-DALT.
Here's a pic of the original results: [ATTACH=CONFIG]86833[/ATTACH]
Here's a link to one of the test results: WEDINOS - Substance Information
Apparently WEDINOS don't answer many question and so everyone that's tried to get a response has failed so no-one knows what happened here. Both samples were from the same vendor and the only reason I can think of for them to revisit these samples was the vendor got in touch and threatened to sue them or something equally bizarre.
As for making the same, wrong, result twice, some have speculated that they didn't have their own reference sample to check against and went with the closest thing. Someone said the 2 chems have very similar mass numbers but I have no clue.
The same vendor stocked PARGY-LAD as well and this has also been sent to WEDINOS for testing and that came back as something else as well (I'll try find the link). I just read that, apparently, nobody but David Nichols has ever synthesized PARGY-LAD, and if that's true, I doubt very much they have a reference sample for that either and it would be very difficult to get hold of one.
I doubt this affects many results for the much more common drugs but it makes you wonder.
EDIT: The PARGY-LAD tested as AL-LAD and LSZ together.
UK : East : Freshers week advice from Cambridge Uni in Middle Ages "Goe not a gadding and gossiping from Chamber to Chamber”,
“Wear no boots, nor powder your hair, let yr Garb be grave & sober, yet cheerful & pleasant,”
I think back then most British Universities were for boys only (may have been as late as the 1800s before girls were admitted and then only in segregated colleges); though the advice is probably still valid for todays hipsters :laugh_at:
'Goe not a gadding': Freshers' tips 1660 style - Student Life - Student - The Independent
Quitting Cocaine So I woke up this afternoon hung over from a night of binge drinking and snorting about a gram and a half of coke. I felt guilty, depressed, defeated, overwhelmed, sad, disappointed and discouraged. I grabbed my phone and like most of us in today's plastic society, Google'd "quit cocaine". I found this thread and began to read the posts.
I find so many parallels between my story and the collective sentiment here. I'm not sure what the faith of those here is and i respect everyones opinion. I am a man who believes in The Most High and it weighs heavy on my heart qnd soul when I give into temptation. I know that its up to me to quit, I know to avoid my triggers, I know I'm an addict and i need help but I'm reluctant to attend rehab mostly because of the cost. I no longer hang with my coke buddies, I changed my number, but its like every 7 days I get that itch, and honestly I'm sick of failure.
I hype my self up every week telling my self I'm gonna quit... this is the week but as soon as the weekend comes and sometimes sooner I find my mind racing and reasoning and convincing my self to just call the coke man. I feel like a hypocrite. I pray all week and try to live upright and when I'm tempted I give in like a weakling. No one besides my ex friends knows this about me.
I thought getting rid of my friends would fix my problems but i find myself alone at home drinking and using. I've even had suicidal thoughts the day after using. I feel depressed and I'm needing to be free of this bondage. I regret ever using coke. I'm 31 I started at 16. I'm a banker and when I'm at work I put on this front like I'm well to do but inside I feel wicked.
I recently quit my job, i just want to work a physical job grow a beard and move far far away from Miami. The gentleman who mentioned the fact that coke follows you. Every one I meet wants to drink and every one does coke. I want to talk to my mother but I cqnt have her worried about me... I really needed to vent and i thank everyone here for being honest and showing me I'm not alone
"I’m never drinking again"… So why do we? At some point in our lives most of us have uttered those famous last words. Can someone explain to me why we continue to drink on another occasion when we fully know the hideous consequences of heavy drinking?. Currently I'm suffering and have been for the last 12 or so hours.
Below - an example of what my hangover looks and feels like.
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I Can’t Stop Drinking! Is it bad to drink every night? not always to get drunk but jus to relax? Am I an alchoholic because I drink at the end of every day?
I wish this stuff would be banned. seriously. I hate the fact I drink every day..1234
My story I lived with my grandparents in Villa Park IL (my parents died when I was very young) and I was a 'goody-goody' - got good grades, wore clothes my grandparents picked out from K-Mart, was unmercifully picked on by students AND teachers alike....didn't drink or smoke or anything. I remember the anti-drug commercials of my childhood, and really believed that if I ever tried drugs, I would either drop dead or jump out of a window.
When I finally moved out in 1995, my grandmother was convinced that I would go bad - I can still hear her telling me,"You'll get on drugs and sell this house!" I called her some very nasty names; basically told her she was deranged. I just wanted my independence - I was 28 and didn't want her freaking out when I came home late (I'd go out to bars with my best friend etc). I left her in the care of a lady from the Catholic Church we used to go to - I had declared myself an Objectivist (the philosophy of Ayn Rand) and refused to attend church.
Not long after I moved to the city (Lincoln Park), I began to become addicted to sex - I actually posted an ad in the 'alternative lifestyles' section of the paper! I met many men and was lured into 'modeling' - which got me into hard-core porn and a promiscuous lifestyle that could've gotten me raped or murdered many times! Eventually I hooked up with an 'interesting' ad, which was a guy who openly called himself a Satanist and a 'recreational drug user'. How adventurous-sounding!
Well, I invited him over.....told him I didn't do drugs and didn't want to, and he said it was ok. After a few weeks he moved in. I had watched him use crack once or twice before, and just thought 'what a strange thing to do!' I had seen the movie 'Rush' and I actually thought life was like that, so I told him please do not let me try it! But after a few weeks that was to change...
Mike, my ex, cried and told me he was afraid that he would cheat on me with a crack whore if I didn’t use with him – and I fell for it! He started off by kissing me and blowing smoke into my mouth, and then I got brave and said I would try a hit. That was it – I got the ‘woo-woo’s’ in my head and I just wanted more and more. When my grandmother passed away, she left me with an inheritance of around $100,000, which I had widely invested in mutual funds; I lived off of the interest and the rental income of what was now my house. I quit my job at Blockbuster – I never had to work again! I began to withdraw money from the bank, and the teller asked (it was a small-town atmosphere in a big city where I lived), and I began to make up lies.
Being a native Texan, Mike couldn’t handle the winters in IL, so I had to walk several blocks to get the car from the parking garage in the snow. After a while, he told me that he wanted us to move to Texas to be near his family and friends. I had no close family, so I agreed. When we moved in January 1997 it was -60 F with snow up to our knees, and when we arrived in TX FOUR DAYS later (his uncle kept having nervous breakdowns; he was also an addict and had just broken up with his girlfriend) it was +60 F! We loved it, Uncle Bruce hated it – he went back to Chicago and we started moving into our new house in East Dallas.
I didn’t work, and eventually I began to request withdrawals from my mutual funds in order to get crack. Twice I went to a Western Union to get ridiculously large sums of cash, with an armed guard at the locked door – one time I even went with my DEALER to get THIRTY THOUSAND dollars! We just kept all of that cash in our closet at home! That year many bad things happened - I almost died from an overdose (I was doing IV drugs by then), and another guy nearly died on our bedroom floor. The money eventually ran out, and we started writing hot checks in several towns. Finally, Mike broke into the neighbors’ house (for the SECOND time) and stole a TV and stereo – the same day they cut the electric off. I ran with him to pawn it, and then went to a ‘friend’s’ house to use in his closet. I remember running stoplights, feeling an insane rush of thrill. Then stark reality hit as he informed us that we couldn’t stay there – we had no place to sleep!
That began a two-week period of ‘living’ in nasty abandoned houses in our area, cheating cab drivers to get to the dope house. I even gave one cabbie my purse! We looked forward to weekends, when we could go to Deep Ellum and make a lot of money panhandling. Mike used me to gain sympathy, as I would walk around with a little teddy bear in my pocket, looking tired and hungry. For some reason, I took to telling people ‘God bless you’ when they gave me change, even though I still called myself an atheist. It just came naturally.
We ran into a guy named Kevin that we used to hang with, and he took us to the ‘best’ places to get crack. He was ‘in charge’ of an abandoned building nearby, and I can remember wanting so much for Mike to ask him to let us stay there. I felt a sense of safety, like somehow everything would be okay. Kevin agreed to it as long as we followed his ‘house rules’ – keeping the place neat and pitching in to buy candles. Gangs would stay there, and the graffiti was chilling to look at; depictions of hanged men on the walls. But I felt safe there, and even stayed behind by myself while the others went to score dope. That was total God protection right there!
We had a nightly cycle of panhandling and walking to the dope house until my feet were so messed up I was limping. Kevin looked after me like a big brother, making sure nobody messed with me and that I ate. We each (there were 4 of us there) had a pallet laid out in this big room, and we used the closet as a bathroom! Once after we returned from panhandling, we discovered the place had been swept and smelled of Pine Sol! And when Mike told Kevin when it was his turn to buy candles that he wasn’t going to, Kevin told him to leave. He did, but returned later that night with the candles and an apology. The reason for his orderliness would become clear later.
In the mornings, I would walk over to McDonald’s, buy a coffee, and sit there with my teddy bear Amelia sticking out of my pocket. People would come by and offer me change and food. Later I even asked for a job application, only to have the manager tell me,”We don’t want your kind around here!”
One weekend we went to Deep Ellum, and I stayed behind in a club’s window ledge to rest my feet while Mike went off to get change. A group from Victory Outreach came over and asked if they could pray for me. For some reason I said they could. Then Mike came back with a hundred or so and off we went. By this time, he was hooked bad on heroin, and most of the money went to his habit, which was good for me, even though I didn’t think so at the time – I gradually detoxed.
The Monday after I got prayed for, we were asleep in the abandoned building. It was February, and we were getting flu symptoms. I had asthma, and I knew that if we didn’t do something soon, we’d die. I had already eluded death by overdose, had a shotgun pointed at my head, been in a holding cell SIX times….I felt my ‘luck’ was running out. But when I tried to tell Mike, he would put his hands over his ears and yell,”I don’t want to hear it!” He was totally out of touch with reality.
Laying on my pallet, I suddenly had a vision of me sitting in an immaculate room, sipping a cappuccino. And then I had the overwhelming urge to get my life back – a life where such a scene would be possible. I now know it was the Holy Ghost. I sat up, thinking that everyone was asleep, stammering,”I….I have to….stop”. I had no clue how that would be possible – you had to go stand in line at the Salvation Army at 8AM, when we were just getting to sleep – and I had no ID, and bus fare meant less dope money! Well, Kevin was awake and he told me,”I am so glad to hear you say that. I know a place you can go.” It turns out that he used to be a room-leader in Reconciliation Outreach, a Christian shelter within walking distance. He had left there to go and use again, but God had still used him to save me!
We walked to McDonald’s for our goodbyes and a cup of coffee – I can remember Steve Perry was playing over the intercom system. Kevin told Mike,”I know you won’t stay there, but don’t you DARE keep her from it!” I was willing to do whatever it took to get a real life back. We walked the blocks to the offices, which were then on Peak Street. Pastor Willie Burnett told us we couldn’t stay because we weren’t legally married, and they had had problems before with splitting up ‘couples’ into the separate men’s and women’s houses. Mike grabbed my hand and tried to pull me out of that chapel, saying,”Cmon, they don’t want us – let’s go get some heroin.” I planted my feet, and Pastor Willie says I slammed my hand on his desk (I honestly don’t remember doing that but I probably did) and shouted,”I’m not going back on the streets – I’LL DIE OUT THERE!” Mike took off – some men tried to get him to go to another mission, but instead he shoplifted an Eckerds and led the cops straight to the place we had been staying! He ended up going to jail for 6 months, and I would have as well if I hadn’t listened and surrendered to God! Then Pastor Willie said to the other workers in the office,”Call Jan at Refuge 2” (the single Women’s house). They knew I wanted to stay.
Well, to make an already too long story short, I stayed there for 17 months, living in a wonderful restored Victorian house with a group of other women who had been addicts, homeless etc. I attended chapel every other night, daily Bible studies, church on Sunday, along with treats such as pool parties and weekend passes. I got a job and eventually moved out to begin my new life. I won’t say I lived clean and sober since then – I have backslid, and I still drink (I am trying to at least slow down). But I was saved by the blood of Jesus Christ shed for me on the cross, and today I have a good life with a wonderful, godly man and two furry ‘daughters’ Yes, beating crack IS possible – but only by letting GOD do it!12…89
Why is it easier for addicts to get pain meds than non-addicts? So, my ex was a herion addict. When ever he couldn't get ahold of any dope, he would go to the doctor or ER and come out with a presciption for oxycontin. I got to the doctor, in real pain, and all I get told is take some freakin tylenol. Tylenol does not help with the pain I'm in at all. I just dont understand how someone who actually needs a stronger pain medicine cant get anything and a known drug addict can.
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Going Overboard…… i have always had a bit of an addictive personality and the need for excessive sessioning seems to run pretty strongly in my family,, one time at a festival i took things a bit too far and was on about the third day of a sleepless drug fuelled binge, on the 3rd day id had a g of mandy, 3gs of k, 2 'superpills', a 2cb tablet and a lottt of booze, a couple of times in the night i started to get overwhelmed with anxiety and i started twitch pretty badly and have little spasms in my face, it got to about 6am and i was walking over to a mates campsite to smoke a spliff and have a little wind down and i started to get the anxiety and spasms again then all i can remember is dropping to the ground and i must've blacked out because the next thing i knew i was in lying down in the paramedic tent withmy mate next to me looking at me horrified, apparently i had a seizure,, was this my body just giving up or is there an underlying problem
ALSO, the other day id been on a bit of a sleepless binge again that involved a lot of stimulants, i hadnt slept in 2 days and had had 2 pills, half a g of mandy, a g of coke, a g of mcat and a g of ket, it got to about 3 am on the sunday (id been out since friday) and i pretty foolishly had a hit of some very strong acid and the people i was with were very drunk and irritating, i was starting to get annoyed by them and the fact that my heart was racing so much was alarming me quite a bit, i went downstairs to try and calm down with my other good friend who was on acid so we could just chill out but i was just getting more and more worked up making my heart race faster and i had a bit of a panic attack in the midst of peaking on this acid which was not very pleasant at all, i eventually got about half an hour sleep and then i had calmed down a bit i just talked with my friend for a few hours and things were ok then
are these seizures/panic attacks telling me anything or do i just need to chill out on the binges, sorry for the long post just wanted to talk to people about this i feel as though im getting a bit out of control
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