DOSE:

smoked

JWH-018

(powder / crystals)

BODY WEIGHT:

180 lb

After smoking K2/Spice/Etc for a while I decided to make my own to save some money. Unfortunately the 99.9% pure JWH-018 arrived before the scale, etc arrived. I'd read about the risks of smoking too much but decided to take it really slow and be careful.

My smoking apparatus was a small glass bong. I lined the bowl with aluminum foil and used a pin to poke some holes in it. Using the tip of a knife I eyeballed what I hoped would be 2mg or so. I got high a couple times through the day like that and all was good.

In the evening I decided to try again but this time it wasn't working as good and it seemed like the jwh-018 was melting and dripping into the bong without being vaporized. Now I'm not sure how many hits I served up but I do recall, at the end, taking two hits off the aluminum foil that lined the bowl, and in both cases I blew out huge clouds of smoke afterwards.

About 5 minutes later I realized I was higher than I'd ever been in my life, and I was still getting higher and higher. And then it hit me: I just overdosed. My heart was beating so hard that I thought I was going to have a heart attack, and I decided that there was a good possibility that I would die from this. I was overwhelmed by guilt, realizing that I'd just done the stupidest thing in my life and now I was going to pay for it. I didn't want my friends, family, and girlfriend to know that I died from a drug overdose. So I decided to get rid of everything. I flushed the remaining jwh-018 down the toilet along with the bong stem and all the paperwork from my jwh order. Now they would think that I just dropped dead out of the blue.

I came back to the living room and fired up my laptop. I tried searching for 'jwh-018 toxicity' but I was no longer able to spell toxicity. I realized that I was having a panic attack and after a few searches I read that breathing in/out of a paper bag would help. Not having any paper bags, I tried with a garbage bag and it didn't work too good.

For the next 10-15 minutes I marched around the house chanting 'I'm not gonna die, I'm not gonna die, I'm gonna be ok, I'm gonna be ok'. My heart was still racing but I wasn't able to count well enough to figure out my heart rate.

30 minutes after it all began, I realized that yes, I was going to be OK. I ate some pizza, watched tv, and went to sleep. The following day I felt like I was still high a little, and had some serious balance/coordination problems.

I realize that it was my own stupidity that got me in trouble, but nevertheless I will never touch this shit again.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 86486
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 33
Published: Oct 12, 2010	Views: 10,816
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