Whoever thought that Lyrica is a fun drug, is seriously on drugs (haha, obviously). It took about 4 hours to kick in, but when it kicked in, it kicked in. The room was rotating, and I had to stumble down the hallway to the bathroom and then to the kitchen, which wasn't very pleasant. I decided that, if I'm going to feel this fucked up, I might as well have a soundtrack to it. I listened to the Germs for a bit, which was kinda nice (I'm not such a giant fan of the Germs, but I like some of their stuff). When I finally turned out the light and went to bed, I was hit with really bad night-blindness (as if there's a really nice version). So, now everything is dark, and I'm really dizzy, and when I turn over the room feels like it's spinning around me: it was a bit unpleasant. I attempted to calm myself down and remind myself that soon I would be asleep and it would be fine. I passed out and woke up at 10:26 with my phone vibrating violently. Alexis had texted me to tell me that she was sorry that she had just seen my text about the Rocky Horror Picture Show (none of my friend's were allowed to go, so I figured that we would all just see it next month). I was still really fucked up, so I decided to go back to sleep. When I finally woke up it was 12:56, I didn't feel like moving. The room was still twisting beneath me. After a few minutes of debating, I quietly got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were like giant black holes, so I knew that I couldn't go and see my rents (they love to threaten me with drug tests every chance they get, so I try to avoid them when I'm obviously fucked up). I laid back down and waited for a half an hour, when I finally got up and stumbled back to the mirror. Although I still felt like shit, my eyes were now back to normal (I don't know what miracle occurred there). I've felt pretty fucked up all day, but I guess that's what I get for being a dumbass. I just finished cleaning my bathroom and I'm washing my sheets, but I think I'm going to take a nap. Haha, I'm still so tired, it's not even funny. The way it feels at the moment reminds me of getting really high, sitting on my bed, and the only way that I could keep myself from puking my guts out was to lean my head against the wall and keep still.
I feel like puking is so normal to me now, that it really doesn't bother me. Usually it's my fault for being dumb. The last 3 times I've taken Ambien I've puked my guts out (one of those times I puked twice, and two of those times involved Peeps, maybe there's a connection there). I remember the first time I had withdrawals, I took Ambien the third night, to finally get to sleep. The next morning I woke up around 6 a.m. and decided that I should just take some oxycodone and stop this bullshit. For the first two hours after taking it, I was totally cool, I had taken it with cranberry juice (which is very acidic). After about 2 and a half hours I'm puking up cranberry juice into a garbage bag. It was so painful, because it was my stomach acids plus the cranberry juice. Besides that time, all the times I've puked, although they have been annoying, have never really bothered me. Mostly because I'm high, so nothing really bothers me. Puking peeps is a weird experience because they are still marshmallowy and soft. I remember, still being very high after puking into a ziploc bag (only thing I could find), and kinda playing with my marshmallow vomit (as I said, I was very high) by squeezing the bag, it was pretty entertaining.
Okay, so enough of this gross puking conversation, I'll just leave you be, hopefully I can come back and say more interesting things when I'm not about to fall off my own bed. = )
For your own viewing pleasure I feel like posting my favorite scene from SLC Punk, because I love that movie... haha, I don't care what people say about it, it is an awesome movie. = )
2 comments:
I feel that Peeps were created by the Devil as a twisted inside joke that re-plays itself every Easter for his personal amusement. I think that next to black licorice they may be the foulest thing ever to (dis) grace the candy aisle. I still remember being a kid and nearly chipping a tooth trying to bite in to a stale peep. Peeps+anything= beyond nasty. Sorry that's just MY opinion. I can't imagine they get any better on the way back up either.
I can sympathize with your pill disaster. I once spent a miserable night semi-concious, puking up white foam after taking (way too much) ambien and tegretol in a desperate attempt to sleep while dopesick.
Whe I first stared doing H I realized that eating sour candy helped to kill the nausea. Plus if I did puke it tasted just as good coming up, a win win sitch!
I love SLC punk too. My favorite was Jason Segal as the normal looking guy who totally kicked ass. It makes me think that Milo Ackerman from The Descendants must have been like that. I really like the Germs but they can be an aquired taste. I think it's funny that even though he sounded like he had downs syndrome Darby Crash was actually borderline genius, if you listen to the lyrics to NO GOD you start to get an idea of just how smart he actually was. It's really true what they say about tortured genius.
I've always enjoyed peeps, but I would have to agree with you about licorice (but I mean ALL types of licorice, I don't understand the appeal of twizzlers at all). On the way back up it's just so fucking weird, you assume it will be a liquid because usually that's what happens, instead is this weird gellatin and all you can think is "I really must have pissed off someone upstairs if this is happening." It's also still a very bring pink.
Now ambien is the devils device, besides making me blackout and then talking to my father (he was horrified and asked me if I was on drugs while I was blacked out), it just generally makes me feel like crap whenever I take it. (It's probably my fault because I have taken it multiple times aware of what's going to happen next). That sour candy thing is cool, I'm gonna have to try it. I find that even if I'm nauseous I just end up eating, so it doesn't really matter. I think it's because I'm usually eating chicken noodle soup (now that is the food of Gods).
My favorite character is probably Matthew Lillard, just because of all the people in that movie I've always related to him the most. I don't have a better reason than that. I'm pretty sure that I could recite all the lines to the movie, just because I've watched it waaaaaay too many times. I feel like the more I listen to the Germs the more I like them, it definitely is an acquired taste. = )
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