DOSE:
60 mg
oral
Oxycodone
(pill / tablet)
BODY WEIGHT:
145 lb
[Erowid Note: Because opiate use can lead to significant tolerance (requiring higher doses for the same effects), the dose used by a first time user is significantly smaller than that used by a regular user. It can be extremely dangerous to choose ones dose on the basis of the amount taken by someone else. Overdoses of opiates can be fatal.]
This is an experience I had with orally taken IR oxycodone, I am writing it while I wait for more orally taken IR oxycodone to take effect, so forgive me if this gets less readable as it goes on.
First, a bit of back story:
I suffer from chronic pain, have done for a few years now. I'm not talking about 'it kind of hurts' type of pain, I'm talking about debilatatingly-severe, took my life away type pain. After seeing every type of doctor there is, I was left with 'you just have to live with it'.
So after a good couple years of fighting with my regular doctor about my need for serious drugs to relieve my pain, she agreed to prescribe me enough oxycodone that I could be active and sleep at night. The dose started at 5mg, once a day, but I eventually got her to agree to 15mg twice a day. This was perfect for me. I didn't want more than this.
Oxy is a great painkiller, leagues ahead of anything else I've tried, and believe me, I've tried just about everything in my desperate attempts to find relief and be able to live a normal life.
Anyway, for a while, everything was pretty good. I could take oxy to enable me to leave the house, have fun, and sleep at night. I was happy, and I was not even thinking about abusing my meds, as they were so intensely beneficial for me I didn't want to do anything that could jeopardise my use of and access to them. Plus my doctor was always very concerned that she would create an addict, so I really had strong reasons not to abuse them.
This 'golden period' lasted for about eighteen months. I should add that throughout this time, I, on my own motivation and suggestion, began to detox from oxy for 3-7 days once a month. I started doing that when I noticed I was building a tolerance. I knew that I couldn't just up the dose, because that leads everyone to being in a place that they can't always get back from. My doc was really happy and proud of me, and so was I. I admired my own willpower for so easily controlling what is such a powerfully addictive drug. I wish that's where my story ends, but it doesn't.
I have always been very careful about researching every drug I've ever been prescribed, and I always make sure to go to hard reduction websites so I can get the story from people who have run into addiction problems.
As I learned more and more about oxycodone, I grew more and more interested in finding out why so many people abused it and became full-blown addicts. Eventually, my curiosity got the better of me, and I started to experiment with taking more than I was prescribed.
As I said before, my prescribed dose is 15mg, twice a day. So one day, I decided I'd take both doses at once, for a total of 30mg. This resulted in a very strong, very enjoyable state of apathetic euphoria. It was great, it was fun, and it was a VERY bad idea. Because oxy got its hooks in me quickly.
After my first recreational experience, life went on. I double dosed every now and then, but maintained my monthly detox regime to keep my tolerance down and ensure I didn't run out early. As time went by, I became curious as to what an even higher dose would feel like, and that brings us to the present day. Well, yesterday, actually.
I decided to take 60mg, on a near-empty stomach. I took the 12 pills at about 5:15pm, then proceeded to restring my guitar. By the time I was done, maybe thirty minutes after taking the dose, I could really feel it. I wasn't at the peak yet, but I was climbing fast.
I started playing my freshly restrung guitar, nice and loud, nice and forceful. As my fellow musos would know, one has to break new strings in. I would play a song, retune, repeat. After a couple songs, I was really high, but still not quite at the peak. At this point it was roughly forty-five minutes after dosing.
I then decided to go outside and play guitar in the wind, as it was a very pleasant environment. I got to my backyard, it was cool, the breeze felt amazing on my skin, then I realised I was starting to feel a bit nauseous. I walked over to a plastic outdoor chair and sat down. At the time, this was the most comfortable piece of furniture I had ever been blessed with sitting on.
As all experienced users know, closing one's eyes and lying/sitting down are the two things that will sort out nausea. So I sat, and I closed my eyes. At this stage I could barely play guitar because of how fucked up I was. If I opened my eyes or played too vigorously I would start to feel very ill. So I sat there, closed eyed, gently strumming my guitar as my long hair blew in the wind, whipping into my face, which felt amazing.
I was at the peak, and I was loving it. The music I was making sounded more beautiful than anything I'd ever played before, my hair felt so soft as it blew about my face. I could no longer feel the chair I was sitting on, I had my eyes closed so I couldn't see anything. To me, at that time, all there was, was the wind, me, and my guitar. I felt as if I was flying, I felt like a God. I wasn't smiling like an idiot with euphoria, I was just so.....content. It was like everything was perfect.
From the outside looking in, I was just sitting there with closed eyes, playing guitar. But to me, I wasn't sitting on a plastic chair playing guitar in the breeze, I was flying through space by the power of music. From the outside looking in, I was just sitting there with closed eyes, playing guitar. But to me, I wasn't sitting on a plastic chair playing guitar in the breeze, I was flying through space by the power of music.