DOSE: T+ 0:00	1 bump	insufflated	4-Fluorococaine	(powder / crystals)
T+ 0:20	2 bumps	insufflated	4-Fluorococaine	(powder / crystals)
T+ 0:40	2 bumps	insufflated	4-Fluorococaine	(powder / crystals)
T+ 1:30		insufflated	4-Fluorococaine	(powder / crystals)
T+ 0:00		oral	Vitamins / Supplements
T+ 0:00		oral	Pramiracetam
T+ 0:00	3 mg	oral	Pharms - Lorazepam
T+ 0:00	1 mg	sublingual	Pharms - Lorazepam

BODY WEIGHT:

60 kg

After waiting for what seemed like forever, I finally got my hands on some 4-fluorococaine from an online retailer. I had read that it was '60 times stronger than cocaine' so planned my doses accordingly small, in the 10-20 mg range (I have experience doing this with a knife to dose 2C-I, so I was fairly confident about my ability to measure small, if inaccurate, doses).

I started off with one 10 mg bump, insufflated. After about 20 minutes I felt nothing, so I did another two. Twenty more minutes pass, and I feel nothing. I do another two more. Half an hour passes (as I bake a pizza), and I feel nothing. I'm about to write the substance off as useless, so I take a significantly larger bump (maybe 40-50mg), eat my pizza and play Skyrim.

After about half an hour I realize I'm terrible at the game. I go to the kitchen to clean up and realize 'wow, I actually DO feel something.' It's not particularly nice, though - waves of dread wash over me like I'm remembering something terrible I had forgotten to do. I let it pass, thinking it's just me getting used to the body high.

Soon, walking becomes difficult. The waves of paranoia are getting stronger. I go back to my room and sit down. Clearly this substance does not have the same 'come-up' period of cocaine, it takes about half an hour or so to kick in. And it's all kicking in now. I begin to realize I may have taken an heroic dose.

I go back to bed, and I get in it. I don't feel anything that could be construed as nice at all, just general dysphoria and waves and waves of paranoia. All my thoughts have become 'what if you die here, wouldn't that be tragic? Should you call the ambulance?' Generally if I'm this paranoid I tell myself 'none of these drugs ever kill people by overdose, I'll be fine tomorrow.' But now my brain says 'but nobody KNOWS ANYTHING about this drug. Can't cocaine kill you with an overdose?'

I fight off panic. Stay reasonable, I tell myself, you're just high and you're learning to deal with the experience. I begin to realize that when I talk about all these monkeys out there taking research chemicals to see what they're like... I have become one. I begin to think of ways to mitigate brain damage. I take some vitamin D, vitamin C, and some pramiracetam (a nootropic). I'm pretty incapable of doing anything. I feel dizzy, and just terribly panicked and paranoid. My heart isn't beating all that fast, but I'm acutely aware of it.

Then, it hits me like a bolt of lightning: my roommate has ativan, an anxiolytic benzodiazepine. I run to the bathroom and grab five 1mg pills, taking 3 immediately and putting a fourth under my tongue. I lie in bed, waiting for the cavalry to come.

As I lay there, waiting for the benzos to hit me, I realize I am still quite paranoid, so I try to ignore those feelings and focus on any good that this drug has produced. I pass into and out of fitful sleep, and I realize that I can see my dreams with incredible detail. Also, sudden, jerking movements by my body (coughing fits, retching) cause me to completely lose my memory, like my brain shuts off during those events. I retch terribly and run to the toilet, and then as I sit there I realize I had no memory of getting there. Odd.

At this time I look at the 1g pack of 4-chlorococaine, and I realize this stuff is not for me. I ceremoniously dump it in the toilet, and flush it away. Clearly I've had too much, but there's something special about flushing drugs down the toilet.

Back to bed. The ativan is kicking in, and I feel a low, blanket-like warmth from it. And the blanket. I sleep fitfully for another hour, then fall asleep completely.

Now it is the morning (fifteen hours after the original dose). I feel like complete shit, but I'm definitely over it and recovering. I am the human guinea pig, and I hope others can learn from me. This stuff has a long come-up, nothing like the immediately-felt effects of cocaine. I also have very little experience with cocaine, so taking this was certainly a novel experience. No real energy, nothing good to talk about, just intense dysphoria and feelings of dread and regret. At least I was able to sleep on it, in the end.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 98961
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 30
Published: Sep 26, 2015	Views: 15,225
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