A Cross-town Ride on the Tram
What follows is a description of 2 separate trips on Tramadol.
This tramadol came from a morally questionable source; I honestly had never heard of it until D said we should try some and I remembered that when I saw it. Anyway, let’s write this lab up.
Trip One
Date: 06/16/10
Dosage: 100mg (starting dose; pills were pre-broken up, so I had 4 halves of 50mg pills).
Time of Ingestion: 1636
Summary:
Trip started off very slowly; by 1800 I was thinking it had no effect on me, or the dosage was too small. I was only feeling side effects: slight headache, lots of itching, sweating.
But then I took off. I felt the euphoria and energy, but not much else. Mind wasn’t racing as much as with other opiates. I decided to pop 50mg more so I could keep the feeling going.
I put on my headphones and tripped balls to my favorite tunes. It’s my favorite activity to do high, and I always can tell when the drugs hit because my reaction to music changes. It’s my drug litmus test.
I tripped hard for the rest of the night; I didn’t eat much and tried not to walk around much. When I did, I found it was hard to keep from wobbling and being unsteady.
The most noticeable effect aside from the euphoria was my need to highversate. Now for those of you unfamiliar with our lingo, to “highversate” is to talk to oneself or another person about any and all things that come to your mind. It can be a friend, chat room, parents (always fun), or teacher. Doesn’t matter; I’ve done them all, but that’s another story.
During this trip I highversated myself, D, and my mom.
Also, on this trip is where I came up with the idea for this blog; you’re welcome.
Finally, I went to bed, probably around 3 or 4am. Tramadol has that effect on me, a lot like other high powered opiates; if I take a certain amount, I’m drowsy, but hyper and won’t fall asleep; instead I’ll lay in bed, possibly listening to music, and talking to imaginary friends and living out imaginary situations. I don’t know if that’s weird, or not normal, but I love it. It’s one of the big reasons I like opiates so much.
Overall, this first trip was a lot like my first trip on opiates. That time I was in the hospital and recovering from surgery while being given Percocet pills every few hours. Just like that night, I listened to music and imagined a lot of shit, but I also sweated profusely; that always happens to me the first time on any new opiate, but never on subsequent trips.
Trip Two:
Date: 6/17/10
Dosage: 150 mg, this time pills was in quarters (different bottle) and hence I had to take 12 little pieces. so 150mg is a rough estimate.
Time: Midnight.
Summary
I honestly don’t remember much specifically until the end. I spent some time on tumblr, stuck in the euphoria. Like with other opiates I always get the urge to listen to music and write (like right now). I was on tumblr for a bit, writing an essay or two for my personal blog and highversating with myself most of the night.
I finally went to bed at around 4am, but didn’t fall asleep til about 7. I spent the next 3 hrs locked in an ongoing conversation with a beautiful (imaginary) girl that I have a crush on from tumblr.
I remember pointing to the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling and talking about them.
And then I pulled a Moody and wrote (in my head, not to paper) a ridiculously long and romantic love letter to this girl and imagined in my head her finding it before it was finished.
Good trip, but I shouldn’t have done it that night. I had to travel the next day, and didn’t get back in my bed for about 30 more hours.
I will say, I liked two things about Tramadol more than other opiates that I’ve tried; first, my mind wasn’t as cloudy as with the others, but I maintained a good level of euphoria and highness and could still write and enjoy music. Second is the duration. I don’t know if it’s the dose I took, the fact that I’ve never had to before so i don’t have a tolerance, or the drug is just that good. Although the first trip took its time happening, it lasted a long time, as did subsequent trips; easily in the 8hr+ range, probably longer.
Honestly, I don’t see how this is a pain medication. I don’t feel numb at all when I take it and can’t imagine being on this after surgery or something. Meh.
***I hope you liked it, If you have any questions ask. We’re still working on our write-up style.***
Why I am against the Drug War
As a former raver, I have used extasy and smoked weed with, not only my fellow raver/househeads, but also with my sorority sisters (yep!). I also did speed, which I do not recommend if you have a lot of stress in your life because it can jump start panic attacks. However, if you do it right, it is actually quite enjoyable. As I mentioned, I had a lot of stress in my life, like losing both of my grandmothers within a few months apart, living with roommates for the first time and have a terrible time at it. Moreover, I had pressure to do well in school. I suffered a panic attack during a party while high, but I know that drugs were not the cause of it. I would have suffered without it. Why am I telling all this? Because although this episode made me stopped using MDMA and speed, it has not sway my support for recreational drug use. Yeah, you read this right. I still think these drugs are okay in my book, if taken responsibly. Although I did stop doing those drugs, I was still smoking weed up until 2008. I have a lot of friends who do coke, weed and MDMA and they are highly functional. Some of them work with kids, have successful careers, are musicians/DJs and parents. I always fear that someday, some fucking DEA agents will arrest them and fuck up their lives. I believe that not everyone reacts the same way with drugs and to punish those who enjoy drugs once in a while is horrible. Addictions are a disease that should be treated not punished. The Drug War is an evil fabrication by the government and I will do everything to stop it
shotgunning fics
i have a major soft spot for weed related fics so i compiled them all here
colour you in: ziam with side larry (11856 words) zayn teaches liam to smoke a blunt at a party.
my fingertips, and my lips they burn: ziam (1000 words) based on a prompt off of “Diplomat’s Son” by Vampire Weekend
high for this: ziam (2270 words) Liam can finally breathe, just as long as it’s exhaled from Zayn’s lips. Inspired by The Weeknd’s song of the same title.
but in the back of my top i’m writing songs about we: ziam (1781 words) But when he looks over at Zayn he’s just watching him with redrimmed bright eyes, drops a warm hand from the back of the couch to Liam’s neck where he’s getting tense, squeezes firm. “Liam, Liam, Liam.” his name sounds fond in Zayn’s mouth Leeyum.
american fratboy au: ziam (3800 words) In which Liam and Zayn are in a fraternity
bad religion: ziam (2641 words) Zayn doesn’t really known Liam, and Liam doesn’t really know Zayn, but they both like getting high, and so why not do it together? And why not do each other while their at it?
higher and higher: lilo with zayn/niall/harry (2147 words) “So,” Liam tries casually. “Want to explain what shotgunning is then? Or are you just going to pout all night?” Louis slumps against the headboard and eyes Liam curiously, “I could show you.”
could fly for freedom: larry (3282 words) what maybe probably should have could have maybe happened the night harry styles turned 19. (but most likely not.)
settle down with me: ziall (2199 words) artist!Zayn and fratboy!Niall. Zayn draws and Niall’s in a frat and they make it work somehow, they do.
i am content, dream like content: ziall (1731 words) Sometimes Zayns thinks Niall is counting the hits until it’s acceptable for him his bury his face in Zayn’s crotch, not even having to repack the bowl before he’s whining for it.
you’re ready and you’re willing: zouis (2150 words) Zayn and Louis get high and have sex in the back of their ridiculous brand new Mystery Machine.
in the air: ziall (991 words) Bungalow!era stoner fic. Niall’s never tried pot. Niall’s never tried a lot of things.
the highlight of my week: ziall (1856 words) It turns out Zayn just gets…sexy when he’s high. There’s no other way to describe it, really, he’s all broody and mysterious the way he likes to pretend he is when he’s sober, except he’s got this smirk on too and he keeps touching Niall. It’s pretty hilarious.
white lights (ocean of noise): ziall (3653 words) In which Zayn and Niall have only known each other for a school year, they get high in Zayn’s room, and Harry is their drug dealer.
give a little love: (1688 words) This is nothing more than a One Direction gets high and shotgunning occurs fic.
That wasn't a joke
I really do wish I could major in recreational drug use… I’d love to study each drug, record my experiences it, collect data on other’s interactions with it. What attracts people to it, does it satisfy their preconceived notions? How addictive is it - chemically, psychologically? What makes it illegal - danger, or politics? But mostly, I just want to know how they all my me feel. What inhibitions are lifted - ones perhaps I didn’t even know existed. What fears do I have, what desires do I have. All of these are already within me, but I believe certain drugs can just bring them out with greater ease.
I'm on somewhat of a rant here...
But holy Fuck the nerve of you “recreational users”! How do you think any junkie starts out? Well we use drugs recreationaly ya Fuck tard. so you just wait because your shitty attitude is gonna smack you in the face when one day you wake up dope sick tired emotionally drained and alone
He Gets Me High by talktowater
Rated E - 12k words
Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they’re not. Seriously! Derek has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They’re just friends, overly-attached and possessive friends, but that’s it. Right?
The first fic I ever unwittingly read by talktowater. I shall never regrets this, for it was a joyous conquest in mine own life.
No, but seriously though. It’s a human college AU, where Boyd is awesome to Stiles and Stiles and Scott haven’t been bffs forever and Stiles is bffs with Derek and he and Derek are just ugh. Derek dates JACKSON for God’s sake. I just fucking can’t, I’m sooo done. It’s a thing of spectacular beauty.
Recreational drug use warning! Because for some reason, even though I don’t do that personally, I love reading fics where people do. I have so many problems, I’m aware.