Voidmatrix wrote:This is why I always visit the porcelain throne before disembarking
This exactly. More than once after hitting a thankfully sub-breakthrough dose I've experienced what can be called sudden onset urinary urgency. Hence emptying of the bladder becomes an important part of the preparation ritual. It disrupts the, ahem, flow of things when one has to stagger off through a haze of visuals to relieve oneself - and in my case on one occasion hang my head in shame before a hallucinated panel of elderly gentlemen who seemed only too eager to make disparaging remarks about my worth as a human being while the brambles looked on in disgust.
Also, I suspect that choosing to accidentally overdose on changa while drinking coffee is the ideal recipe for wetting one's pants considering the powerful diuretic effects of the beverage.
Elsewhere on the forum I've already shared the account of one time where I've smoked a pipe of DMT - dosage unknown - and promptly fell asleep in my friend's lap. He has something of a reputation for wetting his pants, so once again I was lucky to wake up dry - this time my hair.
I can imagine it would have been rather uncomfortable to have woken up after several hours blackout with cold wet trousers (pants) so perhaps there was some small mercy there. I'm glad to hear that you recovered from your ill-judged episode. Sometimes we need a good, long break from things to take stock of things and perhaps open up to the wisdom that comes with age and experience.
Welcome to the Nexus
(I have kids and hence always love a good wee (i.e. urine) story
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