After I had knee surgery when I was 17, they gave me a shot of Demerol in my IV. The feeling that I got from that was much like MissSwitac’s description of crack. Just an overwhelming euphoric happy feeling for 5-10 minutes, then it wore off.
Scared the absolute shit out of me afterward- I realized what some drugs were like and why people could get so addicted to them (beyond physical addiction).
Don’t knock caffeine. For me, the right dose of caffeine on the right day can induce euphoria. Maybe one in ten espressos does it for me- the sun shines brighter, the world is at peace, every song I hear is my favorite song, and everything just feels AWESOME.
I would never try meth. If coffee does that to me…well…
Downers, on the other hand, do nothing for me besides make me sleepy, and I’m sleepy enough as is.
Whereas for me, as much as I love the taste of a good cup of coffee and definitely do not want mine decaffeinated, caffeine at best is “hmm, I am quite fond of that”. Never even in the same suburb as euphoria.
I barely even notice caffeine, let alone feel euphoric.
That’s funny, because in my experience with opiates (prescription painkillers, post-operation), the occasional euphoria was swamped and muddied by feelings of disorientation and nausea.
Yup. These days my only drug is coffee, and I build them with my kids.
When I was in Recovery after my c-section they gave me one of the major drugs, in my IV. Maybe it was Demerol? Did absolutely nothing for me. Tried another dose a few minutes later, still nothing. Then they switched to morphine - THAT I could feel. I was so high, when they handed me my daughter half an hour later I was like - you people REALLY think it’s a good idea to give a newborn to someone who’s floating on the ceiling?
I spent pretty much that whole pregnancy in pain. Especially at the beginning and ending. The only time I felt REALLY GOOD was in my first trimester during a concert we played with Corky Siegel, in England (THAT flight was NOT fun). I sat in the back row with my violin and just soared. For 2 hrs I felt NO pain.
Music, especially playing it but sometimes just listening to it, eclipses all other experiences. For me.
Drawing and painting are pleasant buzzes, too, IMHO.
Pot, doesn’t do a damn thing for me.
Funny thing is, people often think I’m high.
I’ve smoked Glass before, which is supposedly a concentrated form of Meth. The feeling was immediate and intense. Looking back, I hesitate to call it euphoric (because I remember the comedown just as well as the high) but I will concede that it was intensely pleasurable for a time. It’s nothing like caffeine or super caffeine or caffeinex10.
One thing I recall was how fast the time seemed to slip by. I had a gram of the stuff that I was sharing with a friend and we were both up for 2 days straight before it was gone. Hours went by like minutes. I remember towards the end, before the comedown had started, I was thinking that if we had another gram we could EASILY stay up for another 2 days like it was nothing.
If I had another gram, I would have.
I didn’t though and proceeded to experience a terrible comedown. I knew from a couple of friends-turned meth heads that this was just lightweight stuff I was going through (and it was BAD. trust me). They’d tell me about guys that would stay up for weeks, constantly doing more to avoid having to face the comedown. Of course, the more you do and the longer you stay up, the worse it’s going to be. That’s the vicious cycle of it. It should also be noted that once you’ve stayed up for over 2 days straight, you’re not just getting high on the meth you keep doing. The lack of sleep begins to have hallucinogenic effects after a certain amount of time and the longer you go without it, the more intense those effects become.
I haven’t touched the stuff since that last experience and do not intend to.
IMHO, it’s the worst drug out there in terms of how quickly and thoroughly it can devastate your entire life.
When I was growing up, there were lots of drugs to be had wherever I looked.
I smoked pot and did peyote once, but that was it.
Thus, I am no “holier-than-thou” anti-drug fanatic.
I had my “Lobster Theory” about cocaine and other drugs.
As I would tell friends, “If I had never eaten lobster, I wouldn’t like it so much and want to spend the money to eat more when I saw it on the menu. If I can’t even resist the temptation of ordering lobster when I see it now, I think I don’t need to try anything else that would cause me even more financial and personal expense.”
BTW, I did try coke once by accident - sort of funny really. Had never seen it first hand, so when a woman I know told me she had some, she handed me the small package. She walked away for a few seconds, I looked at the white powder and, being used to smelling pot to see how smelled, I sniffed and didn’t “smell” anything with the coke. I gave her the package back.
Now think for a second what I just had done with my experimental sniff to see what it smelled like…yep, and I got quite a rush, but didn’t even realize why until about two hours later after I had left that party!
It was my first and last try - and I even saw that woman a few days later and handed her a few bucks and said, 'Sorry…I think I might have accidentally snorted a tad from your stash…"
Anything that causes people to steal from their Grandmas has got to be good. And the fact that so many people continue taking it even after their skin pits and their teeth rot out of their head is sufficient proof to how good they must feel taking it, and how bad they must feel when they’re off it.
Which is why I wouldn’t touch it with a twenty foot pole.
I’ve never done anything hard, and although I’m somewhat curious I don’t think I would ever touch any of it. Certainly not meth. Alcohol can make me wonderfully happy and energetic or it can make me sad and self-centred. Pot feels like a happy, mellow drunk without the uncoordination. I had morphine after surgery (supposedly to calm me down because I woke up having a panic attack) and it did jack. No high, just the same miserable pain and panic but with this weird feeling of just not caring. I don’t feel codeine at all either. Caffeine doesn’t produce any noticeable rush, it just keeps me up.
I first used meth in gay sex. The fellow that introduced me to it would only allow me to snort or smoke. I preffered smoking as the effects seemed to last longer and the buzz was better.
About six months ago I met a guy online who introduced me to slamming. The first time he shot me up I was knocked off my feet by the rush. It was a combination of heat and euphoria and a sense that this is how the world should be. And horny… I didn’t care that he didn’t wear a condom.
I usually can go about two weeks between sessions, which generally last two days. I have gradually increased that first dose and the effects seem to be multiplied. This is dangerous stuff. I’m not around anyone who does drugs so I’m not exposed but when my gay supplier calls and says he has some good stuff I run like a dog in heat. It used to be the sex but now it is all about the tina.
I know it will ruin my life and I’m pretty resigned to that fact. What a way to go.
I should mention that on a few occassions I have had orgasms during or right after the rush especially if there is something stimulating my prostate.
I’m not sure meth is physically addicting. But the rush keeps me coming back. I’m definitely hooked on the stuff.
Try going without if for as long as you can, and see if you start feeling the opposite effects.
You will. The fact that you don’t care if it kills you pretty much seals the deal.
A fact sometimes overlooked in these sorts of discussions is that euphoria is a natural state of the brain. It’s because of this that drugs are able to act upon the brain and produce it unnaturally.
I have some weird biochemistry, opiates do nothing for me, other than make me puke violently for hours. The intensity is such that I have puked up vicodin pills half-digested… I had intravenous morphine once, in a hospital when I wasn’t in a tremendous amount of pain* and while I could feel the “rushy” feeling when it hit, it wasn’t something I’d call pleasant. It was an intense vertigo/sensation of falling, not exactly nauseating but not enjoyable. It didn’t make me feel good either once it took effect, just completely out of control emotions with mainly uncontrollable weeping and some uncontrollable laughing while my conscious mind was not upset, or amused. (very hard to describe).
And the capper was that I was so nauseous that I couldn’t keep food down for THREE DAYS afterwards. (when you’re puking back sips of water and nibbles of toast, it really sucks). I guess I’m lucky, in a way.
*long story but they thought I might have broken my pelvis. I wasn’t in any pain while lying still but in tons of pain every time I moved. They gave me the morphine before sending me to xray where they’d have to move me around a bunch, but when it took effect I wasn’t in any pain at all as I was ling still.
It’s funny–I feel the exact opposite. The idea of being caffeinated and jittery makes me feel awful because I’m so nervous and tightly wound in general.
But when I take an over the counter sleep AID, like NyQuil or Tylenol PM…BLISS. I just love that sort of sleepy peaceful feeling.
It’s why I think I’d be scared to try heroin or something. Well, that, and it’s HEROIN.
This sounds a lot like the effect of inhaling pure nitrous oxide, which I did in my college days. Except the effect is shorter, maybe 30 seconds.
THAT was a great drug! I’d do it again today of I had access to it. Only known bad side effect was excessive use might dry out the nasal passages. Of course, some people rigged up masks and tanks, and ended up suffocating themselves because they forgot they also needed oxygen.
It turned me into a zombie!