Citation: rave chic. "Mixing Too Much: An Experience with MDMA, Methamphetamine, & Cannabis (exp21062)". Erowid.org. Jun 28, 2003. erowid.org/exp/21062
I began 'rolling' on ecstasy and smoking meth on a regular basis last January. Normally I would take one pill and after my roll was over I would smoke some meth just to pick me up a bit. My boyfriend at the time always looked after me to make sure I only consumed a certain amount just to be sure I didn't do too much.
One Saturday night I took a pill as usual while I was at the club. I waited for about 2-3 hours for it to hit me, but it didn't. Back then an hour tops and I was rollin balls. Finally we leave and it hits me on the way to our friend's house. No one else was rollin so my friends went outside to hang out. I walk in the kitchen and begin to socialize with some people I didn't know.
They were all hitting the foil and asked me if I wanted some. I explained that I had never done it while I was rollin, and asked if it would fuck up my roll. They told me it wouldn't, so I hit two different foils that they were passing around the table. Let me add that I did much more than I normally do. I continued to roll, but immediatly felt more speedy than I ever had on a roll.
About 30 minutes later people in the back room were smoking weed. I normally don't smoke it because I don't like downers. For some reason that morning I decided to. They passed around a huge blount and I hit it several times. Already I have a very low tolerance, but I continued to do it. 10 minutes later I am laughing having a good time.
Then about 15 minutes after that I am so fucked up that I can't understand what people are saying to me. My boyfriend and I begin to fight because I had been hanging out with these other people, rather than him. I can't speak because I am trying to figure out what the hell he's talking about. He yells at me and I started having a panic attack. I tried to ignore these feelings, but about 10 minutes later I told someone to feel my heart because I could see my chest moving rapidly and my chest began to hurt. I told my boyfriend something was wrong and he felt of my heart. Then he knew something was seriously wrong. My chest was hurting bad by now and my whole left side began to go numb. I thought I was going to have a stroke and die. I kept asking him am I going to die, all he could say is I don't know.
I think I almost overdosed because I wasn't thinking. I have never made that same mistake again. Eventually I learned my limit and to pace myself. Also I don't mix stuff anymore, it is way too dangerous especially if you have panic attacks. So, just be careful and responsible. You may not get the chance to learn from your mistake like I did. Also I learned to watch out for myself because some people will try to see how far they can push you just to see how fucked up you will get.
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