DOSE:

oral

GBL

BODY WEIGHT:

190 lb

[Erowid Note: The doses described in this report are potentially life threatening. The amount taken is beyond a heavy dose and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Doses such as this have been known to cause hospitalizations and/or deaths. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]
My girlfriend and I had been on another of our weekend long arguments. Things went south when I went through her phone. All bad. Felt something was up and there it was. Cold hard proof.

I'm not a suicidal type of person, literally, never thought it one time. Until now. I wanted to hurt her back (emotionally, not mysogynistic), and boy did I do just the trick.

I had become pretty well accustomed to GBL over the past year, maybe 1.5 years. My typical dose would range between 3.0-4.0 every idk 3 hours give or take? Blackouts happen OFTEN at this dosage, so don't be dumb and reckless. Like I was.

I confront my girl about the phone findings, and she says she hates me, and never wants to talk ever again - the typical banter that comes with having your bonds destroyed before your very eyes.

So, I grabbed my water bottle with "G" in it (GBL, not GHB), and I turned and drank a very large quantity of it, and swallowed. I don't know the exact dosage, but it was enough to fill my entire mouth up , so I'd say easily somewhere in the upscale of 20mL - maybe more, not less. Which of course is INSANE. But what came after was something I was not prepared for.

So we get in the car and she's trying to take me to a hospital, which I refuse, and keep reassuring her that I'm fine. (Fine, maybe then, but a ticking time-bomb nonetheless.) We stop by this random, off-the-beaten-path audi dealership because, well, we like European cars. We arrived about 20 minutes after consumption. I was starting to get an onset of euphoria, and pretty confident I was gonna be able to pull this one off, so I step out of the car and we talk with the sales rep about one model.

This is when things went south, really, really quick.

30 minutes since consumption. I'm starting to watch the salesman's face through a tunnel. Anywhere I looked was dark at the periphery, and only when I looked directly at something did I actually see it. I knew I had to make it back to the car, and my girl saw this and knew we needed to leave asap.

We part ways, and begin walking back to the car. Which I believe I'm walking straight at, my girl had her arm wrapped around me to guide me, and the next step I take I hear her yell my name from about fifteen feet behind me. Wtf? How did one step make it this far, and where am I going, the car is to my left now and not straight ahead. I turn and embarrassingly try to play that off by saying something, don't know what I said but smiled and waved and walked to the car again.

That's the last I remember.

Time at consumption: 11:30am
Time effects hit: 12:00pm
Time got back to car: probably 12:02ish pm
Next waking moment: 5:34pm

I'm in the passenger seat of my girlfriend's car, feeling hungover, not well by any means. Breathing is very heavy, and slow, rhythmic. My friend is to my right, standing outside the car. My girl in the driver's seat. She asks if I'm okay.

Then breaks down in tears as she explains how the last 5.5 hours she has thought I was going to die. I stopped breathing entirely, and she had to pound on my chest to activate some type of stimuli and I would take another breathe again. We were at my friends house that I get G from, and he's explaining how stupid and fucked up I am for taking that much, and they had to almost convince me that it happened.

Groggy, not of sane mind or well at all, I got out of the car, and walked home, because immediately I had remembered what brought me to this conclusion in the first place: the deceit.

I dont really know how I managed to make it home, from Seattle there is no public transportation that go as far south (Centralia) that I needed. No phone, no money, and COVID-19 screwed most bus routes so I truly don't know how I got home but around midnight I am back home. So another 7 hour jump. I wish I could say more but the thing is...I just don't really remember.

I dumped the remaining G I had, took one last dose of 2.0, and that was the last time I'll ever use it again.

I have been experiencing very strange effects after this incident. My auditory perception is not the same as before. I hear.... just, very strange things. Like muffled voices from the next room, but nobody there. Everything is much louder than before, and I feel as if I can hear a breeze seeping from every possible crack in the floorboards, or wall outlets, just about everywhere. I've been hearing a constant overtone of the sound that gravel makes being driven over by somebody outside, which has led me to believe somebody was coming up our driveway every second of every day since the incident.

Sleep? Who needs sleep? It's not up to me. I couldn't sleep if I tried. And I've tried. Not happening. And then, more muffled voices from the next room. Nobody is home besides me though, and no TV running. At one point I even manage to convince myself that, without a doubt, my girl ... ex-girlfriend, is outside and yelling at me!

Needless to say, I believe I may have developed a potentially permanent sort of GBL induced, auditory psychosis. Its actually not gotten better at all since I noticed it happening. Oh wow, it's only Wednesday? This all happened on Monday morning. With Monday evening being I arrived back home. There's no way its only been one day. Man, so time perception is off too. And I keep having little flutters in my periphery, random tracers where objects light up that normally wouldn't. (A single blade among the row of closed window blinds, the right border along a portrait on the wall, very random and odd things to light up.)

I still feel I am sane, I can objectively look at something and know that's not supposed to flicker or move, so I know its just my brain. The worst part is the auditory hallucinations. I can swear there is someone just on the other side of the wall, distinctly having a conversation, with fluctuations in tone and volume, like a normal conversation. There is nobody there.

I'm hoping it's not forever, but it doesn't feel like its going to go away.

Exp Year: 2021	ExpID: 115199
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 30
Published: Feb 26, 2021	Views: 1,271
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