DOSE: T+ 0:00	3.75 mg	oral	Hydrocodone	(pill / tablet)
T+ 0:00	50 mg	oral	Pharms - Ibuprofen	(pill / tablet)
T+ 1:00	3.75 mg	oral	Hydrocodone	(pill / tablet)
T+ 1:00	50 mg	oral	Pharms - Ibuprofen	(pill / tablet)
T+ 5:05	7.5 mg	oral	Hydrocodone	(pill / tablet)
T+ 5:05	200 mg	oral	Pharms - Ibuprofen	(pill / tablet)
T+ 6:45	7.5 mg	oral	Hydrocodone	(pill / tablet)
T+ 6:45	100 mg	oral	Pharms - Ibuprofen	(pill / tablet)

BODY WEIGHT:

145 lb

Not here to waste your time, let's jump right into the report, all of which was written at the time of the experience and edited after

In my possession are 30 pills, little, round and white, marked 5161. All were found in my parent’s medicine cabinet about a week ago. They are 7.5mg/200mg hydrocodone/ibuprofen (Vicoprofen) pills.

Earlier today (5:00 PM) I took half of a 7.5mg/200mg (hydrocodone/ibuprofen) pill and took the other half an hour later to make sure I wasn’t allergic, and to get a feel for the effects. It was nothing more than a slight, euphoric glow, but I am now ready and confident (creeping addiction?) for more.

9:52 PM: I am incredibly bored, it is a Sunday, tomorrow I have to wake up early but I don’t care. I am around 145 pounds, 5’5, male, 18yo. The setting is my room, I always feel comfortable here except for at the moment it is 78 degrees in my room, but I turned on the air about 10 minutes ago so it should cool down. At the moment I am happy and not nervous at all, I have also eaten a large meal 3 hours ago which I assume will not interfere too much with the drug. I have no experience with opiates except for my test 4 hours ago, but I was a daily user of pot for 4 months (not anymore since it was destroying my life and burning my cash), I have used alcohol several times, I have done spice a few times, and I have had many edibles (marijuana) which have caused me to black out a couple times. I also mentally medicate myself with self-hypnosis, meditation, and I regularly work out (except for 3 months during my 4 month pot binge).

10:00 PM: I am looking at two 7.5mg pills. I am also looking at one 7.5mg pill split in half which I will take every 1-2 hours from now to keep the euphoria going just in case my initial dosage isn’t sufficient or my meal has greater influence than I expected. Lastly, before I take the pills, I have one last thing to add,

I have 12 rolls of sushi that I will be eating with chili paste 2-3 hours into the trip if there is no nausea. 2 reasons for this; 1. I like sushi, 2. I want to eat the chili paste without pain for once.

10:05 PM: I take the 2 pills. I will be reporting how I feel every 30 minutes, first report will come in 25 minutes since it will be easier to organize. For now I will be playing words with friends and listening to a Rooster Teeth podcast.

10:30 PM: Took a piss, otherwise I have been sitting in my computer chair. I have experienced a few euphoria surges similar to those achieved during meditation (mild, life is good types) and am experiencing a slowly growing glow. It is a becoming difficult to type good (pun intended), but I will go back through my report, fix any mistakes I made and also make it more entertaining to read (hopefully I have succeeded). I am also getting a little itchy, but I am not worried about that. My temples are being massaged by the hungry hands of hydrocodone and are completely isolating me from fear (I mention this because itching is a sign of a common allergic reaction I read about earlier). I have been playing words with friends and still feel good about the way my games are going, despite being slower mentally, as well as physically with my hands; not that it matters.

10:30-11:00 PM: I know I said I would write every half hour, but I can’t stop myself from wanting to share every step of my experience; I will denote each part of the report by half hours, but in the weird, hyphened parentheses I’ll include the actual times of me having typed the content.

(10:40ish) I stood up and immediately felt overwhelmed by the amazing comfort that surrounded my head and person. When I went to take another piss (I have been drinking a lot of water) I was swaying a little. The lights in my bathroom were burned into my field of vision, and were so pretty I decided to focus on them and the faint glow of the entire restroom instead of focusing on standing. I was lost in the comfort of the drug, similar to that of a child wrapped in their mother’s arms. I also noticed that I was sweating a little bit, but that is starting to subside as I finish typing this sentence, so is the itching.

(10:50ish) I am becoming overwhelmed by the comfort, the beauty, I feel like I am about to cry, and I really want to take another 3.75mg, but I will wait a little longer just in case, I don’t want to make a mistake and take too much and consequentially impede my enjoyment.

(11:00) I switch to listening to the podcast with my headset as opposed to my speakers so I don’t bother my parents. I am also starting to get an underwater feeling, still very pleasant.

11:00-11:30 PM:

(11:10) It’s going to get difficult to type soon, I feel it. I have to have one ear cup off in order to use my headphones because it feels like there is too much pressure on my head if I have both on. I am having slight audio hallucinations, but they don’t bother me. I am more concerned about the fact that I am drowning in the come up of the drug, I begin to consciously control myself. Under normal circumstances I would be freaking out, but Hydrocodone makes the apathy/lack of feeling brought on by weed look like a bitch. Everything feels WAY to fucking good right now, and any sense of negativity, except for the tone of my thoughts, which are exempt from physical/emotional numbness, is gone.

[Everything from 11:20 and on was hard to understand, and required extensive editing]

(11:20) Slight nausea onset has begun. This prompts me to turn the podcast off and switch to music. I feel really good, I have gotten used to the intensity of the opiate; The reason I switched my audio stimuli is because I don’t want the nausea to get worse and I feel much better listening to music than I do listening to people talking. I want to move to my bed, but I am holding off for the next 7.5mg dose and the sushi.

(11:25) I am typing really bad now. Words with friends is getting a little more difficult. Because of the slight nausea, I will have to wait a little longer before I take the last pill (decided I will take both halfs at the same time) and before I eat my sushi. Both things will be attempted around 12:00. I am still sitting in my computer chair, but I don’t want to move to my bed until at least first peak [looking back I think I was peaking already].

(11:30) The nausea has almost completely passed, I think it was due to too much stressful stimuli (i.e. podcast, words with friends [which I stopped playing], sitting rigidly in my chair [I have relaxed and put my feet up on a stool]). I also started looking out my window. It is dark outside, but I am captivated by a single light which may as well be the “light at the end of the tunnel”. I am starting to get sick every time I look at the computer screen and every time I try to type, so I am probably not going to type again until actually 12:00pm. Also I am taking another 7.5 mg in 15min, and eating my sushi, I’ll let you know how that goes. By the way, I am listening Rameses B's Memoirs EP, a collection of sweet, up-beat electronica, very chill music.

11:30 PM-12:00 AM:

(11:40) I am making preparations for taking the next pill. I shut the window in my room; since the A/C is on it has to be closed anyway, and I don’t want to forget to close it. I know I will be sticking to lying down on my bed so I am moving my laptop there. I am also going to start eating the sushi after I take the last pill. I stood up to use the restroom, and my legs felt a little wobbly, but I am not at a state where I can’t move around.

(11:45) I pop the last pill, a mistake or a great decision? We will see.
I start eating the sushi immediately after, the chili paste burn is muted, it’s still there but at a fraction of its usual power, which is just fucking awesome. The sushi otherwise tastes like it would if I was sober, delicious. Hopefully, I don’t puke it up, but I don’t think I am going to experience overwhelming nausea on only 3 pills of vicoprofen, especially if I just lie in bed.

(12:00) The dull pain from the chili paste feels amazingly good, while under normal circumstances I would be downing milk by the gallon. Walking is a little harder, but I feel really good lying in bed and I’m also happy that I ate; I think I may have been a little hungry. I am switching to full out, pure, calm ambient music, the kind I use for meditation sometimes. My bright laptop screen is really annoying, so I turned down the brightness to the lowest setting; it is now very nice to look at. Everything I can see at the moment is glossy and dreamy. My bed is like a cloud with a heater shoved into it. The blankets are inviting and safe, I feel like I’m in a comfy cave-in.

12:13 AM: I don’t know if I’ll be able to type as well, so my reporting times will become a little skewed. I reached a point of utter comfort and bliss I would love to induce every night for the rest of my life. I am literally in love with everything that comes to my mind, which faster and faster is losing itself in the opiate ecstasy. I can barely lift my head to type this and the music perfectly complements what I am feeling. For 2 minutes I blankly stared at the screen, mesmerized by the radiance of the screen, but I am typing again. I think I may be peaking from the 1st two pills so that should last for 30 min to an hour, and as the 3rd pill kicks in, I am excited to see how high it lifts my peak. I will type again when I can.

12:30 AM: very-minor hallucinations, minor CEVs, the most amazing body high I have ever had.

1:30 AM: Just snapped out of a trance? Unconsciousness? Not really sure, but I am returning to normal. I feel very refreshed and am having a very enjoyable comedown. My mind is at ease, everything is still dreamlike, but the heaviness of the opiate high has cleared up. The reason I could not type for the last hour was that I could barely move and I had descended into a very enjoyable, very comfortable euphoric state.

When I was coming up to the highest point I was getting a little bit unnerved due to very minor hallucinations at the corner of my eyes that consisted of quickly moving things/shapes. The most intense hallucinations I had that were actually enjoyable were some geometric patterns and the usual noise/distortion becoming very pronounced. The most I can liken the visuals to are the ones you get when you eat too many potent weed edibles and are about to black out. Just to note, I have been in partial darkness the whole time, my laptop only casting a dim light, partially illuminating a quarter of my room. The only negative effects I had In the last few hours were being slightly unnerved like I mentioned before, slight auditory hallucinations (which were completely gone when I was listening to music), and halfway through the peak moderate itchiness (which felt very good to relieve at first, but then got annoying). I will stay up another hour to document my comedown, then I will describe how I feel upon waking in the morning, and then give a final overview the next day, and clean up the overall report which is sloppy at the moment.

2:00 AM: Still a little itchy, everything is still a little fuzzy and I feel a little slower mentally, but I am very happy and content, and hope my current mental state lasts. I am not tired, but know that when I close my eyes I will drift off to sleep. Physically, I feel lighter, and that’s about the best description I can give.

2:30 AM: Wow still itchy, still content, my mouths a little dry since, and I neglected to state this earlier in my report, I had been shallowly breathing through my mouth almost the entire come-up and the entire time I was peaking during my vicoprofen trip. For some reason I did not breathe through my nose unless I consciously focused on doing so. I am now going to masturbate (if I can) and then go to sleep.

4:00 AM: I’m a little embarrassed to add this part, but I will. It seems after heavy opiate use it is impossible to get one’s heart rate to the necessary beat needed for orgasm, so yeah, 1 hour and a half that could have gone toward sleeping was wasted on unnecessary experimentation. Well, time for a 3 hour nap.

[I remember while trying to go to sleep I had trouble closing my eyes because every time I did, the darkness would start to glow white and my eyes would pop open]

6:50 AM: Everything popped into existence surprisingly fast, must have been near the end of a sleep cycle when I woke up. Rusty jaw, slight nausea that quickly disappeared, tiny frontal lobe headache that is insignificant, a little bit dazed, bags under eyes (not surprising) and that god damn itch is still there. Otherwise, I am still feeling light, but not in a drugged way, just in a happy-energetic way. The first thing I did when I got out of my room, before I went to take a shower, is say hi to my brother in an overly optimistic fashion. This confused him since I have never done that before in the morning. The day looks beautiful.

2:45 PM: I just went through a Great-Shitty Day.

7:38 PM: I passed out after typing the last sentence; I was incredibly tired after getting only 2-3 hours of sleep. When I woke up in the morning I felt really good and wanted to document the after-effects of vicoprofen without interference from other substances. Stupidly, I decided to forgo getting my usual morning coffee to avoid the caffeine. From 7 AM to about 9 AM I was fine and happy. I was highly optimistic and easy going, but there was pressure on my head and I spoke slower than usual. I also had a little stomach pain for about an hour and my throat was really dry. Now, I believe these were the only effects directly from the vicoprofen, but I could be mistaken.

After 9 AM my day turned into a hellish-dazed oddly optimistic nightmare (that’s the best description I can give); the vicoprofen daze I was in kept me distracted from my allergies most of the morning. In the afternoon, my allergies became really severe (itchy eyes, runny nose, flem, etc.) so the daze I was in lost its hold. Then, as an added bonus, I started going through caffeine withdrawal and by the end of the day had a wicked blood pressure headache. This was made worse by the minor pressure on the sides of my head from the vicoprofen. At around noon, I started feeling soreness from the gym (I went yesterday at 3 PM), which seemed twice as bad as usual (sometimes I don’t even have soreness). But my mental state stayed stable throughout the day and I was in a good mood even though I was going through a physical hell. When I got home, I could barely function so decided it would be better for me to drink some caffeine, take some allergy medication and take a nap.

END.

After Thought: Most of what I wrote stayed the same in terms of facts. The only thing I changed was word usage, spelling and grammar. The middle of my report was hard to understand, so I fixed that up and edited the whole thing to make it easier and more entertaining to read, because I personally hate reading boring reports. I did leave most of my in-the-moment inaccuracies and I left the way I organized the report alone; this shows the way I was thinking while I was on Vicoprofen during the come-up, peak, and come-down.

Vicoprofen from my experience is a lot of fun, it is also addictive, when I got home I wanted to do it again, I did not have a physical craving for it that I could identify, since overall I was feeling shitty from a combination of things, but psychologically I wanted to experience it again. Of course, having read countless stories of addiction, I controlled myself and did not take it again.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 95722
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: Jul 14, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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