
I went to the oral surgeon today to get the pus drained out of a lovely infection from my wisdom teeth/ fourth molar removal. They put me under nitrous which, if you haven't experienced it, is delivered by a little breather thingy they put on your nose and it smells thick and sour and rather like it would look greenish under light. My first altered-state experience was that the sucking device had a reverb, which I vaguely remembered from my surgery last week. Then the chair felt like it was drifting underneath me and I was swinging at an angle about the surgical lamp. Then the doctor said some fuzzy, pseudo-comforting words to the effect of "you feel okay?" as he popped into view. I told him it felt like deja vu from my last surgery, and in a voice that sounded like it was through water he asked "which surgery was that?" Which made me feel bizarre in itself because he could have guessed it was the one I just had... Then, I swear to god , in a feeling of the most intense conspiracy-like deja vu, a song I swear I'd heard before came on the radio, the doctor adjusted the surgical lamp and then pointed it precisely at me so it filled the center of my vision, and with him leaning over to my right and the nurse to my left, the mega man boss intro sequence started playing. With the light in front of me, the little stars went into the background, I sincerely believed in my mind I was about to face a megaman boss, and I saw it with utmost clarity. It felt like my whole life spent in reality was just one big joke leading up to this moment when I would face this bizarre cartoon villain in the dentists chair. I said something out loud to the effect of "not again". I felt like I was witnessing some sort of fucked up circus. I started seeing the doctor putting a quarter along the inside of my lip, which despite the numbing I could feel exactly as if it was happening, and he, as a miss proportioned mega-man villain began to slide along it as my lip stretched infinitely, randomly bumping along. Out loud I said "please let this not happen 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 times" vocally concerned about the bumps hurting progressively worse. The doctor voiced some obvious concern at my bizarre ramblings and must have asked the nurse to turn down the nitrous because the hallucinations phased out after that and I was back in the chair.
Apologies for length, but it is really bizarre and worth reading.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:49, archived)

/read it
As a Drug Story, it's fucking shit, even by the low standards set by Drug Stories.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:50, archived)

But this was the most intense visuals that I've seen that I could at least remember, even if it only lasted a minute or so.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:55, archived)

( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:56, archived)

/ac
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:56, archived)

( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:58, archived)

/ac
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:59, archived)

I swallowed a whole drug in one go and washed it down with a booze.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:15, archived)

by making the font smaller, haven't you?
I'm not going to read it until it is the proper size.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:51, archived)

Fuckwit goes to dentist.
Gets given entonox.
Goes a little funny.
Entonox turned off.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:52, archived)

I went to the oral surgeon today to get the pus drained out of a lovely infection from my wisdom teeth/ fourth molar removal. They put me under nitrous which, if you haven't experienced it, is delivered by a little breather thingy they put on your nose and it smells thick and sour and rather like it would look greenish under light. My first altered-state experience was that the sucking device had a reverb, which I vaguely remembered from my surgery last week. Then the chair felt like it was drifting underneath me and I was swinging at an angle about the surgical lamp. Then the doctor said some fuzzy, pseudo-comforting words to the effect of "you feel okay?" as he popped into view. I told him it felt like deja vu from my last surgery, and in a voice that sounded like it was through water he asked "which surgery was that?" Which made me feel bizarre in itself because he could have guessed it was the one I just had... Then, I swear to god , in a feeling of the most intense conspiracy-like deja vu, a song I swear I'd heard before came on the radio, the doctor adjusted the surgical lamp and then pointed it precisely at me so it filled the center of my vision, and with him leening over to my right and the nurse to my left, the mega man boss intro sequence started playing. With the light in front of me, the little stars went into the background, I sincerely believed in my mind I was about to face a megaman boss, and I saw it with utmost clarity. I said something out loud to the effect of "not again". I felt like I was witnessing some sort of fucked up circus. I started seeing the doctor putting a quarter along the inside of my lip, which despite the numbing I could feel exactly as if it was happening, and he, as a miss proportioned mega-man villain began to slide along it as my lip stretched infinitely, randomly bumping along. Out loud I said "please let this not happen 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 times" vocally concerned about the bumps hurting progressively worse. The doctor voiced some obvious concern at my bizarre ramblings and must have asked the nurse to turn down the nitrous because the hallucinations phased out after that and I was back in the chair.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:55, archived)

( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:56, archived)

It's not in proper sentences.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:57, archived)

unless you're talking about the wheat species, and my grammar should be pretty keen. Go belittle someone else or stick your head in an oven. Some people are way too belligerent on this board.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:59, archived)

It's the past tense of "spell".
It doesn't even get underlined in red in this here text box I'm typing in. Spelt.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:00, archived)

It's sure underlined in my text box. Spelt.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:04, archived)

If people stop being fuckwits, I'll stop mocking them.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:09, archived)

He told a dull OMGDRUGS story and didn't know that British English allows 'spelt'.
Not a fantastic contribution to the afternoon's entertainment, but not really fuckwittery either.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:12, archived)

( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:10, archived)

dictionary.reference.com/browse/Spelt%20
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:02, archived)

but then there's you who managed to bitch anyway
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:56, archived)

if they're also so small as to be difficult to read, that's TWO problems.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:56, archived)

I've done plenty of pot and dabbled in hallucinogens, but I feel the nitrous affected me much more than I anticipated
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:56, archived)

THIS ^ POSTER HAS DABBLED IN ILLEGAL DRUGS AND IS THEREFORE INTERESTING, DEEP AND SPIRITUAL.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:57, archived)

to have to be such an ass. I was merely commenting on how I was a lightweight when I didn't anticipate it. I wasn't making myself out to be some badass just because I've done drugs. It's my choice and I enjoy marijuana, and I don't do it to look/feel cooler or impress anyone. So fuck off or come up with something nice to say.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:02, archived)

Do you have a family history of mental illness?
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:04, archived)

and it kind of ruins the atmosphere and makes people wary of posting. Yes, it's sometimes funny and there's some genuine shit posters out there, but the assholes usually too trigger happy. My feelings weren't actually hurt, I just felt compelled to respond to him being an ass rather than ignore him.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:11, archived)

is possibly even worse than crying about it.
Were you beaten soundly and on a daily basis by a terrifying fat baptist mother as a child?
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:14, archived)

I'm usually more wise than to respond objectively to a "OMG FUCKING N00B LAME POST". Maybe a fat baptist beat me while I was under anesthesia
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:23, archived)

No-one in their right mind would toot lighter gas.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:58, archived)

I did not get funny hallucinations, although I did post a 9.145 1/4 mile
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:00, archived)

in altering your perception of reality shocker!
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:58, archived)

Even if the druggie cunts above didn't.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:59, archived)

( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:06, archived)

( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:09, archived)

I'm otherwise a lurker by post/year standards
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:16, archived)

if that is what you consider crazy.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 17:59, archived)

Even I've done entonox, and for the record, it's a bit shit.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:00, archived)

but this was the craziest drug-influenced hallucination. I've even done psilocybin and LSD before, and it still wasn't this intense or bizarre.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:06, archived)

Honestly. If your experience of LSD was more feeble than that, then either you have an iron man constitution and are invulnerable to it, or you aren't taking enough. Or, as I suggested above, you were actually eating sweeties.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:09, archived)

( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:12, archived)

"Wow, I love marijuana! It totally influences me to do more drugs and neglect my friends, family and responsibilities! That lack of interest sure is crrazzzzyyy feeling!" and then I'd huff some oven cleaner and do a drive by.
( , Mon 13 Aug 2007, 18:20, archived)