I’ve only done it once. I was given sugar cubes, and they didn’t seem to be working, so the “distributor” (?) dumped half an eye drop bottle down my throat and it kicked in in 5 minutes. I was in unsavory company. One guy tried to eat a kitten. I rescued him.
My then boyfriend and I didn’t stay long because it was incredibly frightening. I walked across town to my house where I lived with my parents. It was adventurous and scary. The night time traffic was disorienting. I don’t know how I got there in one piece. Time didn’t make sense. My body didn’t make sense. I didn’t know if I was hot or cold, hungry or not, thirsty or not, happy or sad.
Once I got home, I spent the rest of the night alone in my room. I watched TV, but I couldn’t tell what anyone was saying. Same with reading- it didn’t seem like English. I drew pictures and tried to talk to my boyfriend on the phone to pass the time but was easily distracted. My sister came into my room at one point and she was really scared.
Some candle wax that had been blown onto the wall seemed to crawl like worms. I thought the sheets were trying to attack me like a creeping plant. Stuff like that.
The next day was icky. My appetite and other body functions were all screwed up. It was interesting, but I don’t have any desire to do it again. Not enough control. I’ll stick with wine. ;)