Citation: c0k3h3ad. "The Battle to Stay Awake, and Alive: An Experience with Morphine (exp68865)". Erowid.org. Jan 14, 2018. erowid.org/exp/68865
Because opiate use can lead to significant tolerance (requiring higher doses for the same effects), the dose used by a first time user is significantly smaller than that used by a regular user. It can be extremely dangerous to choose ones dose on the basis of the amount taken by someone else. Overdoses of opiates can be fatal.]
The following is my experience with morphine I had a few months back that turned into, what I believe, a near death experience.
In my quest to find and try new drugs, and broaden my connections with other dealers, I met a friend of a friend who could readily obtain morphine. More specially 100mg of morphine in pill form. After discussing prices I decided to buy two blue pills, with little 100s stamped on them, for 10 bucks a piece.
It was around 7pm, I was playing hacky sack with some buddies in a church parking lot when I decided to try a pill. I chopped up half a pill and made a nice fat line out of it. It all went down with a quick sniff of the nose. This was bad and the drip was worse.
As I chatted with friends I started to get a REALLY nice opiate buzz. Once I started to feel good I did the rest of the first pill the same way. After about 20 minutes I was as high as a kite. Unlike most people on opiates, I like to stand and walk around and enjoy the lightness of my limbs. My friends, not high, were starting to get bored so they asked me if I wanted to go roll a cloud. I of course said yes, but before getting into the car I decided to take the last pill. This would put me up to 200mg in less than half an hour (I would also like to point out that I had absolutely no tolerance to opiates at the time). Also not knowing the difference between a low dose and a high dose of morphine this didnít seem at all dangerous. Unlike the first pill, I chewed the second and chased it with a gulp of water.
As we drove around we smoked some super dank weed (sour diesels to be specific). After about two hits I was so high I could hardly move, and decided that I couldnít smoke anymore. When my friends were done smoking, they dropped me off at my house and headed home for the night. This is when I got the first indication that I may have overdone it with the morph. I walked like I was drunk, and not just a little drunk. I walked like I was completely shit-faced. Remarkably I made it into the house and into my room and fell into my giant beanbag to watch some tv.
This is where things started to get a little scary. I laid in my beanbag for about five minutes before I realized I didnít even turn on the tv yet. After I turned on the tv I stared blankly at it for at least 10 minutes before I realized I was watching infomercials. Trying to get a hold of myself I turned it to a show I enjoyed and tried to concentrate. About then is when I believed the situation turn life threatening. As I watched the tv I realized my breathing and heart rate were extremely slow/low. My heart rate was probably around 40 and I had to make a conscious effort to breathe.
I realized my breathing and heart rate were extremely slow/low. My heart rate was probably around 40 and I had to make a conscious effort to breathe.
I mean this quite literally too. If I didnít try to breath I easily could go 2 minutes without feeling short of breathe. I had read many articles on people dying from morphine because it dramatically reduces your heart rate and you eventually fall asleep which further reduces your heart rate til it completely stops, or your lungs fill up with fluid and you drown in your sleep. Knowing this I tried my hardest to stay awake. Unfortunately I wasnít able to do so and I fell asleep within 20 minutes.
I woke up in the morning glad to be alive. I pinched myself to make sure I was still alive, but I felt absolutely nothing! My entire body was completely numb. When I stood up I realized I was still extremely high. At least as high as I was when I fell asleep (minus the pot).
I stumbled upstairs to get a drink of orange juice because my mouth was bone dry. Taking a sip confirmed I was still very much flying. My taste buds were completely shot. This wasnít the type of tastelessness I get from too much liquor either. I looked in my cup. It looked like orange juice. I dumped a little out in the sink just to make sure, and sure enough, it was orange juice.
Just then the nausea kicked in. I stumbled to the bathroom and puked, and when I thought I was done puking I puked again. I thought to myself, ďfuck how the hell am I going to work like this.Ē Unfortunately I had to go to work in 20 minutes.
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
Going against my better instincts I drove to work. (I do not recommend driving while high on morphine, because I was definitely more fucked up than if I had pounded 12 beers). I wasnít at work for more than a half an hour when I tossed the cookies again. Unable to work efficiently I decided I had to leave. I also decided to leave because I was stumbling around, and my pupils were the size of the tip of a needles and I didnít want my boss to put two and two together.
To sum things up I made it home safely, slept for another 5 hours and woke up sober.
The moral of the story- dose carefully and wait till I start coming down before dosing again. Although more does make me feel even better, thereís a point where it becomes dangerous. I wasnít even at the peak before I doubled my dose. A stupid and potentially life threatening choice. Live and learnÖ.
And remember, knowledge is power!
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