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I once took a huge number of No-Doz trying to get the same effect as adderall.
At about the two and a half hour mark I was driving through downtown Chicago toward my home, just openly puking on myself. I’d puked so many times I had finally stopped trying to pull over and open the door. I just needed to get home.
Home meant I could run a hot bath and huddle in it, rocking back and forth. I figured I’d be okay.
Then my fingers started to tingle and go numb. That scared me, so I called 911. Managed to get my boxers back on before the EMTs arrived and hauled me out into an ambulance.
At the hospital, they gave me a gown and a big cup of charcoal smoothie to drink. They wouldn’t release me until I’d had a psych eval. The shrink told me it looked like a suicide attempt. I told her no I was just trying to get high.
I remember saying “You know that feeling when you just have to get high on something?” She looked at me like I had two heads.
For the walk of shame/relief home, they found me a pair of blue scrubs that were comically small. Like they barely covered half my butt.
Discharged me and I walked home through the warm summer night, swerving like a drunk man, pausing every block do so to puke a stream of black sludge into the bushes.
It was fucking ridiculous and it turned me off of caffeine pills.
You poor bastard. Didn't they check your heart rate and give you something to reduce it? I imagine with the amount of caffeine you'd absorbed you'd be tachycardic.
Of course they checked my heart rate. It was a hospital intake. They didn’t give me anything to reduce it though.