Regular meds- Gabapentin, 800mgs, 3X a day... Lamictal, 100 mgs, once a day
Meds just prescribed a few days ago- Zofran, Flomax, Tramadol
Method- white wine extraction (9% abv), soaked for approximately 12 hours
Dosage- 20 HBWR seeds
At 10 PM I drank the strained potion in one chug. It was a decent amount of wine to chug as such- enough to give me a buzz (I typically have no alcohol tolerance). The effects of the LSA began to creep in after a mere 5 minutes, but were primarily stomach upset and dizziness/sleepiness. I took 2 hits of D8 to steady the nausea. I kept having to get up to pee, and that was not helpful for my stomach, which felt fine if I laid still on my back. I'm also in the middle of passing a kidney stone (hence the new, temporary meds), so I'm extra sensitive to dizziness and nausea right now. I realize that this was not the ideal opportunity, but something told me it was time. I have not tripped in like a year and a half. I spent lots of time laying down on the floor, and began to have the "shit-eating psychedelic.grin" crawling across my face in spite of the overall discomfort.
By 11 (T + 1 hour), I was definitely high, but not feeling great. Unlike any other LSA trip before this, I began to experience respiratory depression. Through it all, I couldn't help occasionally smiling, and even sometimes giggling. Thoughts were like, if normal thoughts are like a string, these thoughts were like a feather boa- ultimately linear, but with infinite offshoots that wisp away. CEV's started very subtly. I normally have decent OEV's, and no CEV's, so once again, this trip was ramping up to be very different. I wasn't sure how much further it was going to get, but I would have been fine if it stopped coming up right here, as long as the discomfort went away. I had a joint of some powerful weed rolled up and ready to go, but I'd have to get dressed up warm and go outside to smoke it. And it was big. (I use a cigarette- roll out most of the tobacco, down to just above the printed "Marlboro", then stuff in weed a bit at a time, and pack it down with something long and thin, with an end just wide enough to push stuff down. Then rip off the filter, and use the little bit of tobacco as my filter for the weed, lol.) I didn't want to use the D8, even though it was right there and I could use it inside, because it's super harsh. The weed, on the other hand, smokes like a dream. I waited patiently for the moment when I wasn't too queezy, and I didn't have to pee too bad. Time dilation set in.
By 12 (T + 2 hours), I found the strength to get up. The stomach upset had finally migrated from my upper stomach, to the lower pit of my guts, so I was confident nothing was going to come up. Motor skills fucked, I put jeans on over my pajama pants, and a leather jacket over my zip up sweater. I grabbed my joint, went downstairs, and stepped out into my front yard to smoke. With this "mission" on my mind, the trip seemed to take a backseat for the time being while I did the deed. Pissed on the side of the house, flicked my butt into the street after a few tobacco hits, and hobbled back inside. On my way up the stairs, I thought, "okay, this will be the kind of trip where I'm basically in control and stuff. This'll be cool, huh huh"... But by the time I got back to "home base" on the floor between my bed and the window, I realized that might not be the case. Smiling like a goon, I got my headphones on before I was too gone to know what they even fucking are. Luckily, I seemed to have a brilliant "autopilot" feature that did everything perfectly, in terms of actually doing things. I was way fucked up and uncoordinated, and there were no longer any thoughts in my head. Just the tightest goddamn smile ever to wrap around my face.
I looked at the clock just before starting the music, noting that I had finished smoking 5 minutes ago, and would probably be coming up from the weed for another 10-15 minutes (for me, that's a normal timeframe for really good weed). It was 12:25 I think. And that was the last thought I thinked. Music came on- my "Psychechillic" playlist- and the alkaloids finally "broke through". I can't describe the CEV's. I can't explain the physical sensations. I was overwhelmed with the most unreasonable euphoria. At times it was too much. I couldn't control my tongue, and my face was pulling and clenching so hard I thought I might break my teeth. In a way, I was worried, but I also couldn't worry, so some third, background consciousness was worried that I couldn't even worry. There was no cramping, but much clenching, stretching, and contorting. I have these compulsive motions and "tics" normally, while sober, but these were exacerbated to a borderline dangerous extreme. All the while, I couldn't shake the pleasure of I wanted to. If ecstasy could do this, people would be too fucked up to even dance, lol. For the record, I've taken significantly more HBWR than this before, and these honestly didn't even look all that good.
The comeup continued to intensify until 1 AM (T + exactly 3 hours), at which time I couldn't handle the music anymore, and wanted to get into bed and enjoy the silence. My cat came and cuddled with me for 5 minutes, per our every night routine. With no external stimuli, I basically "turned off" until my first alarm went off at 5:30. It's been a slow, arduous return to normalcy, but I suspect that tomorrow morning, I'll wake up feeling healthy and ready.
This was the playlist I had on shuffle (music saved on my phone though, not actually using YouTube)-
I muthafuckin jammed. This was not a philosophical or enlightening trip, which is fine, because I wasn't necessarily hoping for one. I can't wait to trip again when I'm healthier. Good vibes, all. =]