DOSE:

0.25 - 30 mg

oral

Flubromazolam

(liquid)

BODY WEIGHT:

190 lb

So let me clarify, yes this was a dose of 30 MILLIGRAMS, NO IT WAS NOT AN INTENTIONAL DOSE....

I was using flubro for about 2-3 weeks, I was pretty experienced with benzos, using alpraz, etiz and clonazolam/pam daily, I thought I had a tolerance to these but flubro taught me I was laughing at the devil to his face trying this stuff. I had purchased 40mg of powder from a friend and made it into a solution of pg to dose more accurately, and this is where it all went downhill.

My first time using it I dosed .25mg and had a blast, I played Xbox and couldn't comprehend what was going on and it was funny to me, I tried calling friends to talk to them but couldn't get more than 2 words out without slurring my words, I tried to drive (yes I drove on this) to go sell a few grams of bud and some oxys, I was in a pure euphoria state and felt like nothing could harm me. [Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
Over the next 2-3 weeks I dosed this stuff daily, anywhere from .25-1mg at a time, sometimes multiple doses per day reaching a max of 3mg in one day. I did have a strong benzos tolerance but inhibition got the best of me on some days and I would take a bit too much, I did sell some, a few liquid doses of .1mg to a few friends but I used about 38mg of my 40mg bottle, then I bought another.

The last time I used it I was making up a dose for a friend, I was already high on it and while making him up a dose I made myself one too, I estimate my assumed dose was 2mg as the one for sale was 6mg, but while I was grabbing the dose made for myself I grabbed the bottle containing 30+mg, I drank it and immediately felt the sensation of pg hitting the back of my throat, I knew something was wrong but continued to finish the bottle, I looked at my hand and realized what I had done, I had a couple friends over and my gf was there, I looked at them and said "I fucked up, I took the wrong bottle I need to go to the hospital NOW". Everyone laughed because they thought I was kidding and when I'm blisteringly high I do joke around in some stupid ways. About 5 minutes go by and it kicked right the fuck in. I turned and said to everyone "I'm good don't worry about the hospital" and I immediately blacked out. Everything from here is a mix of my faint memory of the situation and reports from the friends I was with.

About 30-40 mins later I woke up in the back of my friends car, we were headed to a car meet to go watch some skids and check out the cars on show, I remember feeling like I had just eaten a ton of bricks because my body felt heavy as fuck. I tried to speak but no words came out, then blackout. My gf said I was starting to have a seizure and it was very likely because my whole body was shaking and going limp off and on very rapidly, my eyes had rolled into the back of my head and my tongue was hanging out of my mouth. I'm not sure how much time passed between blacking out again and waking up again but the sun had set and it was pretty bright before.

I remember waking up at the hospital, someone must have wisend up and decided it was time to take me in for some real help, I had to be put in a wheelchair because I was so limp I couldn't hold my own weight. Another blackout hits. While I was in the waiting room I was trying to sell oxy to other (random) patients and even some of the nurses, I was asking them to give me some alpraz and to send me on my way because everything would be alright and I was fine and everyone was being over dramatic.

I woke up strapped in tight to a seat with IV lines in my arm, but I have a slight fear of needles being inside me, I don't mind them as I have tattoos but needles that are stuck in my arm or leg etc are very uncomfortable to me. I remember getting frumpy about the nurses not taking the needles out and then I blacked out. My gf said I started to get irritated and angry, I threatened the nurses that I would destroy the room I was in if they didn't take them out and they called security on me (fair call).

At this point I wake back up on the floor with a guard on top of me, apparently I had ripped the lines out and started getting rowdy. Within seconds of waking up I blacked out again. From here it's all from memory as my gf got kicked out for kicking the guard in the head to get them off me. I woke up to the police trying to handcuff me and in my sheer blindsightedness I swung at the cop and hit them in the face and began to run, I blacked out again within seconds, my guess is I ran out of the hospital be cause when I came back to I was walking outside at around midnight. Throughout all of this I still had my phone but hadn't thought to check it till now. Then another blackout. I think I had tripped and hit my head this time though as I remember falling just before blacking out.

Finally for the last time I woke up at my front door, I lived in a shared apartment which was really just a house with multiple rooms that had their own lockable door. I stumbled my way through the house and got to my room where my gf was waiting for me. Without saying anything I got into bed and crashed out for around 15 hours. That was one of the best/worst sleeps of my life and it'll always bewilder me how I managed to make it home in one piece.

The next day I woke up, feeling like I was still asleep. I was very high still and couldn't remember what happened. I had bruises all over my knees, arms and my forehead, I was missing my shoes, my phone was cracked and in the middle of the room, and I had no idea where I was. My gf told me I had just slept for most of the day and that I was most likely still high as a kite, which with a 100hr half life I most definitely was. In fact I was high for around 3-4 days total.

A dose that high will ruin your life, my mental health has not yet recovered and this was over a year ago , because I had used all of my stash and did not intend to buy more I started to withdraw, even while I was still high. Those 3-4 days following that night were gruelling and like what I can only describe as hell on earth. I didn't sleep for 4 nights and couldn't eat or do any physical activity. My memory was shot, my body ached, my internal clock was broken, and everything in my mind told me to just get more to ease the pain, but I made it through, barely.

Everything I did could have been avoided, it all could have gone a lot worse. I'm thankful that things didn't escalate further than what they did. This shit fucked me up, granted I did dose 120-250x the recommend dose, but even at lower doses such as 100ug it could still mess you up.

Thank you for reading this and be safe with your usage.

Exp Year: 2024	ExpID: 118798
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 24
Published: Oct 9, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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