Citation: formermillionaire. "I Love This Stuff: An Experience with Adderall (exp70568)". Erowid.org. Dec 26, 2016. erowid.org/exp/70568
I had taken addies last semester, the weekend before finals. I loved not only how awake I felt, but how INTERESTING the information I was forced to memorize had become. I devoured my textbooks, made hundreds of flashcards (not exaggerating), and stayed up for two days. I'm not sure what the dosage was; I only took one pill, but it was my first time.
The past few weeks have overwhelmed me. I've been drinking far too much, and it was showing in my work. I was unbelievably behind. Yesterday (Tuesday), after writing down everything I needed to catch up on, I decided that I needed Adderall again. Luckily, I was able to get hold of some on quite short notice-- only a couple of hours.
At 8:00 I swallowed one 20 mg, washing it down with a latte. I've heard that coffee expedites the process and makes the high last longer. I believe it now. While I wasn't as consumed with an almost unquenchable thirst for knowledge as last time, I was certainly awake and motivated-- neither of which I have been in weeks. I had only gotten four hours of sleep or so the night before, and ordinarily, I would have been passed out on the table.
I worked until midnight though, sleep nowhere near my mind. I was at the library, and left at 12 with my friend Lou to go to another building. We set up shop in a quiet study room--more like a closet, really-- and I continued my work in earnest. Again, I was awake, but not particularly high or experiencing above-average concentration. Nothing like last time.
Lou finally left around 2. I was still wide-awake, hammering away at my paper. I got distracted after Lou left, though, and started looking up Adderall use on the Internet. I encountered several posts on a conversation thread urging users to snort the pill rather than ingest, as the high would be more intense.
I was scared, as drug addiction runs high in my family. Snorting anything seemed like asking for trouble. I went to the bathroom, came back, sat down in my chair, and suddenly decided to just DO it. I unscrewed the pill and poured out the beads, rolling up a bill after scraping them into a line.
I stared at the beads for a while, rolled-up bill in hand, and then just bent down and blew the whole line. It wasn't as bad as I had expected-- I had feared a horrible burning sensation, teary eyes, etc. I thought that I was the next Uma Thurman (when she ODs in Pulp Fiction), and expected blood to immediately spurt out of my nose. But nothing happened. I looked around, making sure no one was there. . . I couldn't believe that I had just done that without being struck by lightning. I know I sound like a drug noob, but I'm really not-- I took Ritalin throughout high school (never snorted it, like I said); I used to steal Vicodin from my brother; last summer, I took shrooms and salvia multiple times. I smoke weed all the time, and I drink like a fish. But for some reason, blowing anything scared the shit out of me.
Anyways. I sat there, trying to work, still You Tube-ing drug-related videos, and after a few minutes, I felt it kick in. I got goosebumps all over my body, but at the same time, was incredibly warm. I could feel my heart rate escalate, but not to any sort of alarming rate. My heart rate goes up when I smoke weed, more so than I felt it did with this.
I had been enjoying my high for a nanosecond, when suddenly, I felt this awful, sweet yet sour, acrid tasting substance sliding down the back of my throat. I started chugging water to try and get rid of it, but nothing worked. My mouth was incredibly dry, which the water also didn't help. I had never heard of a drip before, so I didn't understand what was going on. Finally, though, it went away, and I just continued working on my paper and watching legit CRAZY cocaine-related videos online.
A few hours later, I could feel my mind wandering again. I was definitely still high, still wide-awake, but my concentration was slipping. It was probably around 4:30 a.m. by then. I decided to blow another. This time, however, I crushed the beads. I didn't exactly have my mortar and pestle in my bookbag, so I used the flat top of a bottle cap. Not exactly efficient, but it got the job done. Everything happened in the exact manner as earlier; the drip wasn't even as bad.
I just continued on in that way, writing, reading, chugging water to try and cure my dry mouth (which was unsuccessful). I decided to blow a third pill around 6. I had just poured the beads onto the table when the study room door swung open. You can imagine I just about wet myself-- I'm already on probation for alcohol violations, so if I get in trouble just once more I'm out of school. And here I was with a prescription bottle, credit card, rolled up bill, and miniscule orange beads everywhere. Being high only intensified my fear. I don't think I've ever been that afraid of getting caught. Luckily, it was a custodian. I had to sit there, terrified, feeling immensely awkward, PRAYING he didn't look at the desk, while he swept up the other half of the tiny room and changed the garbage.
It seemed forever before he left, but finally, the door shut behind him. I could breathe easily. And I did... with a bill up my left nostril. It's been an hour twenty since I finished the third, and I am definitely still high. There's no way I would be awake right now without the addies.
I'm debating blowing another before I go to my first class at 10:30, but finding somewhere to do it may be an issue, as I am definitely not telling my roommates about how I accomplished my night. I'm slightly afraid of overdoing it-- 80 mg in 12 hours seems like a lot, for someone who doesn't commonly use any sort of stimulant. But I also need to get through the day, and finish my work. I might wait until after classes end at 4:15 today to be able to work until a decent hour, and then just take sleeping pills if I can't go to sleep. Soo healthy, right??
Here's a list of what I experienced throughout the night:
intense cottonmouth (much worse than after smoking weed)
goosebumps coupled with intense warmth
slight dizziness at times, usually right after taking the pill-- spotty vision
elevated heart rate
constant need to pee-- though that is probably the result of trying to cure my cottonmouth
intense interest in whatever I was doing (mostly, writing a biographical paper)
awake-ness... I pulled an all-nighter on four hours of sleep and a day full of class and working out.
and most importantly-- I FINISHED MY PAPER.
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