I can see people just jumping up with their hands in the air screaming “I do, I do”.
Seems that the Feynnster came down with a nasty bug yesterday and like the pharmaceutically dependant chap that I am I took some cough syrup… okay… maybe I took a little too much…
Was the monitor always this bright?? Methinks I need sunglasses…
Am I going to come in here tomorrow and regret anything I might have said?
If the Alabamians don’t have a sense of humour I’m going to get my ass put on a spit and be roasted slowly over some hot coals. This visual strikes me as being really funny right now…
I want sex.
NOT yours!
Lola’s snoozing. Do I dare wake her from her peaceful and well earned slumber? Screw that. Here kitty kitty kitty…
I’M KIDDING!
So I checked the label… dextromethorphan, guaifinesin, and 30mg of ephedrine per teaspoonful. THIRTY? Times two? Maybe three? Ephedrine is like speed…
I was wondering what I would do for my 800th post and I think I will dedicate it to my friend Sue for putting that scene from Deliverance into my head and driving the thought of EVER having sex again from my befuddled mind.
I can hear duelling banjos now…
“My daddy married his sister but didn’t it affect none me”.
Thanks Sue… I’ll “see” you in the morning… don’t forget the double cream okay?
Dextromethorphan can be psychedelic in moderate to high doses. Huge doses (like half a bottle of cough syrup) can cause you to pass out, you appear to be in a coma from outside observers, and are trapped in your head having a psychedelic experience. High doses can convince you that you’ve died and are floating around some strange astral world. You know you’ve had too much when sentances sound like they’re rushing too fast or are very far away.
So how do I know this? Because it’s a common ingredient in bunk ecstacy. Once my girlfriend passed out and it scared the shit out of me, I thought (and so did she) that she was going to die, but I was so fucked up I didn’t call the ambulance right away like I should have and instead held her up in the shower while cold water streamed down on us. I swear, the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard were 40 minutes later when she said quietly “I love you too.” She said she’d been trying to talk but couldn’t.
Later I did some research, it turned out the symptoms corresponded with concentrated DXM, a common adulterant in ecstacy.
What a nightmare. That’s what made me stop doing drugs. Watch the cough syrup man! Get the non-dxm stuff!
