First time doing Ketamine and how it affected my life.

I really only use this sub for people talking about their experiences so I thought I would finally blabber about mine.

So I'm with some old friends. Run of the mill, like to smoke a lot of pot while something boring is going on around us. Lately our general supplier of Ganj (we'll call him bitch has gotten his hands on Molly or MDMA (turned out it was meth molly) and had also gotten some Ketamine.

Now, for a little back story on myself; I used to be a ignorant, bigoted, asshole who thought if you weren't a Christian then you were much lesser of a person than any of "Us". Loooong story short? I ended up smoking the Ganj to have friends. Cannabis being the gateway drug it is.. I ended up tripping NB (sold as acid) and fell in love with entheogens. Unfortunately my original goal of using psychedelics for the furthuring of myself and others was turned awry by recreation and idiotic hope of revelation. Which leads to this wonderful man who sold me Ketamine.

The day was a boring day. I had just started my new job at Chipotle and I had the day off. I didn't have work till 11am the next day so I was sure I could have a solid night of weed smoke. Seeing opportunity, I hit up some friends to see if they wanted to smoke and play Dark Souls. Obviously they agreed for, who would deny the chance to partake in the smoking of my herb? The day continues on and my friend, Bitch, decides to announce that he has the Ketamine everyone in my lovely college town has been taking. Enough to sell! So I, feeling bold and hopeful, buy 200 milligrams. Let it be known that this is 200 milligrams on a gram scale and I'm quite positive i got something like 275-325mg of Ketamine. So the hot chick with us buys 100mg too and starts blabbing how she's getting bored with drugs and how Ketamine doesn't even do much for her, she's done smack so this will be nothing, blah blah blah. She's a real grade A annoying cunt. We'll call her Whore. So, I'm the kind of guy that will do something if you say I can't/do something if you say not to. So in my head I'm thinking "If this chick has done K a couple times before and says that smack (meth) is more powerful then I'll be good if I snort this fat line right?

WRONG. Snorting that much Ketamine at once literally made me fall on my ass. Not to mention the pain was quite unique and hard to cope with. (sorry, I'm not a hard ass when I do drugs, I tend to have a more sensitive reaction to drugs). First off. The immediate high was insane. Like the Euphoria of LSD-25 without the tripping. Almost too much. But I'm smirking, thinking, "oh yea, got you bitch. I'm fucking boss. But wait? Why is nobody talking anymore? Oh! They're all staring at me, what did I do?" Bitch asks if i snorted it all. I reply that of course I did. Why wouldn't I? Bitch laughs. Says "have you done K before" to which I reply "no" in a questioning tone. Bitch tells me I'm about to go on a journey to la la land...

Just a little background as to why I thought I could do this drug so easily? Everyone compared it to opiates. Never dropped the "disassociative" bomb around me and when people did do it around me they were pretty coherent. It was extremely stupid of me to do this in hindsight. I had no idea what this drug would do to me. Back to the story.

After being told i was supposed to do little bumps over the night a sense of intense dread came over me. This definitely affected my trip. After about 10-15 minutes I feel something like a headache. People seem to be talking extremely slowly and I'm staring at this mirror that makes a pillar in the middle of the room. I see multiple reflections of my face. Some sad, some scared, others blank with a look of death. I feel tension building inside of me. I know this is only the come up and things will only be more intense from here. My peripheral vision is completely blurry. I keep changing positions as I'm sitting. My friends notice I'm in discomfort. Whore is blabbing to my one of my other friends about something and even though it's clear as day and she's right next to me it is processed as gibberish. I decide to close my eyes and practice breathing exercises. I start swaying back and forth. Arms crossed head in my arms. A sort of weird fetal position within a rocking chair.

This reality ^ is now gone. We now come to reality B. I'm inside of the same house. Wearing a tuxedo and a top hat. My friends have all been replaced by people I enjoy much more. The girl I loved. An intelligent friend. My friend who I have some freakish connection with. And a different drug dealer. I am discussing how C is actually written backwards. That this C <--- is a C that is written backwards. Basically I'm drawing a C backwards and it's supposed to be the correct way. Apparently. Also. This is all happening from a point of view in the corner of the room. My POV moves up and down almost like I'm a little ghosty :D

SNAP

I'm back.. back to the fetal position bending back and forth like a lunatic. I snap up opening my eyes. "How long was I sitting here like that?" My friend says something like 30 seconds. 30 seconds? That felt like a couple of minutes at least. What is happening to me? I have no time to dwell. My vision is now copies and copies of the same picture just slightly moved. Like you left the exposure on a camera on too long. I try moving my hand. No reaction.

I'm in a warehouse. There are live wires hanging everywhere and tv monitors all along the wall. Under each monitor is a pressure plate. On each plate is a sticker of a left leg, right hand, my eyes, so on and so forth. Suddenly, the tv's turn on. They all have a video feed of reality. I then jump to a me that has a giant PS3 controller around him. Without my consent the me here starts moving the me inside the warehouse and making me jump on pressure plates. These pressure plates make me in real life move. I'm seeing and experiencing 3 different realities at the same time. All with one thought, "Get. To. The. Bathroom." I slowly get up. In the real world. My friends notice and try to help me but I yell some jarbel and they stay away.

The other 2 realities fade away and I find myself stuck in the bathroom barely able to move. I'm sweating like a fat guy in a sauna and I feel cold as ice. I'm shaking almost to the point of convulsing with my chin resting on the seat of the toilet. I begin vomiting a yellow fluid and I worry for my life. It was not pain I felt but rather almost a sorrow. A sorrow so intense I do not know what to compare it with. I begin to think much more clearly. Thinking deeply of life and what I must do in it. I am pretty much reliving my entire life inside my head. I start to cry. Sobbing like an infant. My childhood friend comes in and talks to me. Rubbing my back explaining why I will survive and I'll be ok. His presence helped me immensely. He called my girlfriend and I confessed some things I had done to her (very small things that seemed like treason at the the time). I lived through that for about an hour till I could move. As soon as I could move I left. I got in my car and drove home. Which was only 2 blocks away. I got home and immediately ate a small amount of food and took a supplement. I had no idea how long I would be asleep for but I knew i needed to be as strong as possible.

The next day I felt mostly normal physically. My eyesight was very strange. I almost felt like I was in a foreign body. I had to work at 11am this day. Work felt weird. I kept thinking about those visions I had. I have to write a C on our burritos to mark as Chicken and I could not for the life of me write it the correct way. I kept writing it backwards. My manager asked if I was ok. I said I felt like I was dying, to which she smiled and said I could totally go home. So that was really nice.

In the end, my life as a whole became grim. I eventually stopped smoking cigarettes and doing psychedelics. I don't even smoke weed anymore. That experience really did have a strange affect on my experience with drugs in general. I'm now at peak mental health and excercise and take a good supplemental regime. I'm waiting till I can room up with my best friend who is a dextronaut (grand wizard of the tripping of the ballsacks). I'm not afraid of different states of consciousness I merely understand and respect them more now.

I hope this was a decent read. Please comment with questions of details of whatever. I would like somebody to perhaps help me determine whether or not I really did do Ketamine.


Comments


[4 Points] throwahooawayyfoe:

I would like somebody to perhaps help me determine whether or not I really did do Ketamine.

yep. sounds like a fat dose of k to me. according to erowid, you took about twice what's needed for a good k hole.


[4 Points] Major_Trippy:

Interesting story, glad you made it through ok. For anyone reading this please realize that any disassociative is NOTHING like opiates. Opiates are naturally euphoric and enjoyable while substances like K are.....unique to say the least. Of course K can be enjoyed just like any class of drug can be enjoyed by the right person looking for the right experience, but if anyone ever tells you to do a disassociative because it is similar to opiates, assume that friend is an idiot, do your own research, and decide for yourself what you want to do. More important than anything else......start with a LOW dose, you can always add small bumps but once you are in a bad place you can do nothing but wait it out. I am not chastising you or anything, all of us including me have made mistakes, it's the only way to learn from one's own over-ambitious drug trips haha.


[2 Points] None:

I was injected with 150mg IV ketamine with 50 ug fentanyl in an ER about a year and a half ago. That was....intense. I'll never be the same. And actually, was my first ever experience with drugs that arent weed.


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[-2 Points] None:

So this post details how you took a large amount of a drug without any actual research then drove under the influence. How would we know if you did K or not? It could have been anything. Buy a test kit in future and do your fucking research. You're an idiot.