DOSE:
1900 mg
oral
DXM
(powder / crystals)
1000 mg
oral
Acetaminophen
(pill / tablet)
1 cig.
smoked
Tobacco - Cigarettes
3 hits
smoked
Cannabis
(plant material)
BODY WEIGHT:
155 lb
[Erowid Note: The doses described in this report are potentially life threatening. The amount taken is beyond a heavy dose and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Doses such as this have been known to cause hospitalizations and/or deaths. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]
After extensively researching the effects, side effects and long term effects of DXM, I decided that I'd give it a go. At the time of this experience (about a year and three months ago now), I was feeling quite destitute: That is to say that I was condemned to a life of self-propagated ruination and that I was a hopeless lump of useless flesh. I'd recently been dumped by my GF, who at the time had decided that I was too intense for her and that had screwed my brain over in many ways - I'd become adamantly self-destructive and no challenge, drug-based or otherwise would worry me as long as there was opportunity to end my pitiful, post-pubescent life.
So there I was, feeling wretched, after a long, hard day at work. I didn't particularly feel like doing anything constructive so I dug out my zip lock baggie of DXM and filled four '00' sized gelcaps, which had previously contained Kava-kava, filling them tightly with the white powder. Licked my fingers and swallowed all four, chased with minimal water.
I then decided that I was feeling tired, this was around T+1:00 and I was starting to feel the effects of the robo, albeit much more intensely than usual, this dose having been the highest I'd had the trepidation to go through. I was extremely unsettled by the intensity, my muscles were becoming almost unbearably tense and I had extremely bad tinnitus (ringing in the ears). I could feel the muscles around my eyes being stretched to capacity, and this was becoming painful. I also noticed that I was drooling a lot, which was intriguing because I normally only experience that with ketamine or agarics. The simpsons were on the TV and had gained an extremely 'flat', photo-like quality, and the voices sounded like garbled, metallic gibberish. I switched off the TV and lay on my bed, realising I'd hugely overdosed and resigning to the fact that I'd either have to ride it out or have somebody call a poison control center (a couple of my friends were downstairs and they said they'd come in & check periodically). I gave my friend (let's call him Helmut) a shout and explained my situation, barely coherently. He got the main jist and decided that it would be better if, firstly I took a paracetamol, and secondly, that he kept me company.
I lay on my bed once more, while Helmut rolled what appeared to be a huge reefer. He offered me some and held it to my mouth. Not wanting to offend Helmut by declining his kind offer, I took perhaps five or six massive tokes and lay back once more, experiencing the most intense trip I'd ever experienced.
Helmut had placed Nine Inch Nails' 'The Fragile', which was just exacerbating my escalatingly distressed state, and I could feel my sense of logic and reality rapidly dissolving.
I remember looking at a few of my pictures on the wall - my sensory palette had become jumbled and blues had turned green, greens violet, reds gained a cloudy texture and the air gained a syrupy viscosity my sensory palette had become jumbled and blues had turned green, greens violet, reds gained a cloudy texture and the air gained a syrupy viscosity