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Doc's here again for another trip into Salvia. He's about to have his pretty soon, I'm still coming down off of mine.
Yes, I'm typing this while still dizzy. So if there's spelling mistakes, I"m sorry.
I hit it hard tonight. Doc filled the bowl completely and I took about 3-4 hits worth in two. The second pull was pure smoke right into the lungs. I couldn't breathe for about 20 seconds, just sat there swallowing reflexively and trying to take in air. Doc asked if I wanted to clear the pipe and I shook my head. My lungs HURT! I've still got an ache sitting in the middle of my chest.
The trip itself was intense. I saw what looked like Alka Seltzer bubbles in pixelated browns and reddish browns streaming around me. Took me a minute to realize it was me. Salvia then moved into me, told the guys chanting something off to my left to shut up and opened my eyes. She admired my hands, my wedding set, then tried to sit up. No good. She then asked Doc and Wolf to help me, after assuring them I wouldn't walk. They did and she managed to keep me from falling back onto the bed. Admired Doc for a minute, then studied the fireplace carefully. First the Yule decorations I still haven't taken down looked like a mask, then the entire mantle and fireplace looked like a robot's face. I can never look at that thing the same way again. Thank the gods we're moving out in three weeks.
About now is when _I_ came back and asked just how much I had taken. Doc offered to let me clear the bowl, I said no because my lungs were aching. Did I mention they still are?
Now Doc's taking his with his trippy Tool music going on in the background. *deep breath* I'm glad I didn't have any music playing when I hit. That silly chanting was bad enough.
I'm still coming down and the music is going to totally focus my attention soon. I'd better go.
Anyone interested in doing this, PLEASE make sure you have a sitter who will know what to expect. Hmmmm. Andrew just signed in. No, I don't want to....damn. He paged me. Well, let's see if I can freak him out. Heee!
Yes, I'm typing this while still dizzy. So if there's spelling mistakes, I"m sorry.
I hit it hard tonight. Doc filled the bowl completely and I took about 3-4 hits worth in two. The second pull was pure smoke right into the lungs. I couldn't breathe for about 20 seconds, just sat there swallowing reflexively and trying to take in air. Doc asked if I wanted to clear the pipe and I shook my head. My lungs HURT! I've still got an ache sitting in the middle of my chest.
The trip itself was intense. I saw what looked like Alka Seltzer bubbles in pixelated browns and reddish browns streaming around me. Took me a minute to realize it was me. Salvia then moved into me, told the guys chanting something off to my left to shut up and opened my eyes. She admired my hands, my wedding set, then tried to sit up. No good. She then asked Doc and Wolf to help me, after assuring them I wouldn't walk. They did and she managed to keep me from falling back onto the bed. Admired Doc for a minute, then studied the fireplace carefully. First the Yule decorations I still haven't taken down looked like a mask, then the entire mantle and fireplace looked like a robot's face. I can never look at that thing the same way again. Thank the gods we're moving out in three weeks.
About now is when _I_ came back and asked just how much I had taken. Doc offered to let me clear the bowl, I said no because my lungs were aching. Did I mention they still are?
Now Doc's taking his with his trippy Tool music going on in the background. *deep breath* I'm glad I didn't have any music playing when I hit. That silly chanting was bad enough.
I'm still coming down and the music is going to totally focus my attention soon. I'd better go.
Anyone interested in doing this, PLEASE make sure you have a sitter who will know what to expect. Hmmmm. Andrew just signed in. No, I don't want to....damn. He paged me. Well, let's see if I can freak him out. Heee!
