cthia wrote:Daryl wrote:Apparently Japanese kamikaze pilots were high on meth to help them complete their missions.
I agree with Cthia to some extent. Marijuana back in the 60s and 70s had virtually no effect on me, so I stopped using it believing that risking a criminal record for little gain was foolish. I was once slipped LSD (unknown to me) and had an extraordinary experience. They had trouble getting me out from under the car I had hidden under to keep from being trampled by pink elephants. Never again.
Marijuana has an effect on me Daryl. Like WOE! I just don't like it, and I am part American Indian.
But, if the Russians abuse steroids in their Olympians, are we to think their military doesn't?
isaac_neston wrote:interesting how different people respond so differently to different substances.
Now I've never even smoked so can't speak to that, but a few years ago - after a mild heart attack - I was given one of those opioids in hospital [maybe morphine NOT fentanyl]. The nurse said 'ah you'l love this, you be drifting away'. All I felt was very sick indeed!
Ditto! Sick is what I feel when taking apparently the tamest of prescription pain pills. Oxycodone is the only one I can, somewhat, tolerate. I can only take one pill of the recommended dosage of 1-2 pills twice daily. The sickness of one pill will last me 24 hours. I never take a second dosage.
Oxycontin should be taken off the market. People are dying from that pain pill, either by accident or by abuse. I was prescribed it once for an injury I had.
Now, I am a real stickler for reading the directions on a label, and even for RTFM on anything I purchase. For some reason -- maybe because I was numb by the pain (but most likely divine intervention) -- I didn't read the directions which said take two pills every 8 hours as needed. After one dose, I was so high I was afraid to go to sleep, so I didn't. I stayed awake all night long like I was in a Freddy Krueger movie. I couldn't function. I could not even walk! I truly thought I would not wake up if I fell asleep. The next day I called my doctor in a rage. He said, "Just cut your dose in half. Take one pill instead of two."
"What??? I only took one pill! I was supposed to take two?!!!"
I am certain that if I had taken two, I would be dead. I tossed an entire bottle of those things in my trash. My white friends almost killed each other trying to get to them!
I don't mean to stereotype, but prescription pain pills are like M&Ms to all of my white friends. Do parents put those kinds of drugs in white babies' milk bottles? And by the time they become adults they have built up an immunity? Several of my white friends told me that valium is commonly given to white kids just to put them to sleep!
And they have a nerve to make you sign a DEA form to even receive oxycontin! Oh please! They can keep the form and the damn suicide pills!!! Obviously I don't have enough white blood in me to handle them.
I went to my doctor and begged for extra strength Ibupropen instead. He says to me, "You are a strange fellow. You don't know how many people come into my office with a song and dance of why they need oxycontin."
I said, well give them mine and give me some darn Ibupropen!
Hitler's veins were all ruined from heroin abuse.