Adderall Insufflation

01/19/2019 0 by James Smoot Uncategorized

What is Adderall Insufflation?

Adderall insufflation is the process by which one snorts Adderall. This is very dangerous and should never be attempted. Adderall insufflation can give you a kind of “speedy high” that can be very habit forming, addictive and dangerous. As such this should never be attempted, this article, however, serves to raise awareness that although this is extremely bad and dangerous, that it is in fact out there.

Why do People do Adderall Insufflation?

People do Adderall insufflation because it gives a kind of speed high that is very intense and short-acting. This can cause heart problems, nasal problems, and addiction, and should never be attempted.

The Book

The bottom part of this post will focus on the issues that Adderall can cause while not drinking. Read the chapters though, it gives you a first-hand look at what Adderall addiction is like, and there’s plenty in there of me not being able to sleep. You’ll be able to read the next chapter at the link at the bottom of this blog post. You need a doctor’s prescription to get Adderall and even then don’t take it as it’s very dangerous.

Chapter 22

The appointment was promptly scheduled for Friday directly after school, and with my newfound knowledge, and something grandiose to properly be excited about, the rest of the day progressed in a usual manner. With my jacket on and nearly every inch of skin on my body covered other than my face, I swapped the pills with Eric, went into the bathroom and immediately swallowed two of the pills.

I felt clear, normal, and ready in as little as ten minutes, and, taking the walk of euphoria back from the restroom, however, I spotted my new friend Camila sitting on the bar stools, silent and alone. I pulled up a chair and sat down right beside her. The conversation was again a breeze, and as I talked excessively and compulsively, I began to become increasingly and illogically paranoid that Camila knew I was on drugs. I tried to shake the paranoid thoughts, and make the conversation more casually and accurately instead.

“So how did that SAT go for you?” She asked. I tried not to let my rapid speech become too apparent “it went great. I don’t think you told me though, why are you sitting alone?” I said, trying to sound relatively humorous. “Deborah’s on vacation, so here I am, alone, with no friends.”

“Yeah, that um” I was cut off mid-sentence when my arm began to hurt. A large pain went all the way up to my shoulder, and the kidney and chest pains I hadn’t had the luxury of pushing through the last several days, became apparent once again. I took a gulp of water “so are you like not eating” Camila asked with a worried tone.

In frustration I looked at her, gritting my teeth “oh yeah I um, came to school late and went out to breakfast” I said as an excuse just as the sudden onset of a minor twitch began once again. A moment later, a sharp pain shot up my arm. I rolled up my thin jacket sleeve and held where the needle had been placed tightly to conceal the pain. “Oh my God, what happened to you,” she asked. “Oh, it was nothing. I had to go to Lab Corp.” “Lab Corp!” She said, seeming shocked. “I used to go there for my um. I used to go there.”

I wondered what she was about to say, but figured I shouldn’t push the issue. “James, how’s that homework going!” Sebastian called suddenly, walking away from his lunch table and over to mine “I just took some more notes actually” he said, sniffling and rubbing his nose with his index finger, adequately signaling to me that he had just snorted a line of Ritalin.

“It’s going great,” I said while turning around and facing myself towards a bundle of familiar faces. I hopped up from the chair, with a sense of autonomy and proper newfound energy, becoming easily more social on the drug, and leaving her alone as I began to take on extreme sociopathic tendencies. I didn’t care if I was leaving her to twist her hair awkwardly by herself, sitting on the sidelines of Westlake High School as I ran away with friends having the most amazing and euphoric time of my life, the drug was in full effect, and it actually managed to change my personality.

Its false sense of wakefulness and overconfidence blackened my sense of empathy towards others; my true self feared it, but the addict in me craved the overconfident, intelligent jerk the drug turned me into. I looked back, trying to have some sense of remorse as to what I was doing, but quickly brushed it off, walking away with my new friends, and leaving her alone, hurt and sad, hoping deep inside that my personality hadn’t actually changed for the worse.

Chapter 23

The next several days progressed in much the same manner, taking two pills a day, then another piece of a pill to help lessen the crash, and by Friday, I was down to my last sixty milligrams. I swallowed them both that morning and worried throughout the entire day about my doctor’s appointment. Was this really it?

Would I ever get my hands on the Holy Grail, a prescription for Adderall, and one that would stay with me for the rest of my life? I constantly rehearsed what I was going to say, and with as much confidence and euphoria as I sported from the drug, the jitters continued to build as the school day began to draw to a close until it was nearly past my breaking point. I was ready, fully equipped, and more than comfortable with what I was going to say.

I arrived home that day and began to get nagged by my mother to get in the car. The drive to the doctor’s office, the time spent in the waiting room, and even the time spent in the doctor’s office waiting for the nurse to take my blood pressure, had led me to this moment. walked through the door, and I could tell by the tone of this voice that something good was going to happen, something that would change the way I viewed learning and my life in high school forever

“Alright James, let’s try this again,” said. I laughed, trying to seem like I cared about his ridiculous puns while concealing how nervous I really was at the same time. “So what seems to be the problem,” he asked. “Well,” I said, before my mother interrupted me (quite similar to our last appointment) “the Focalin isn’t doing much, and I think we need a change,” she said. With the high dose of Adderall I was currently on, I had no tolerance for ignorant people, and especially not for my mother at this point, considering the doctor shot her a look of confusion after her brief statement.

“Dr. ” I soon interrupted, “what my mother means is that the Focalin has had some strange side effects on me, and I get chills when I’m on it and feel nervous. Sometimes it’s impossible for me to, get enthused about things too.” He stared at me as if wanting clarification by whatnot enthused meant. “Sometimes not even enthused about girls, sometimes it just doesn’t work.” He laughed as if he knew exactly what I meant “I see, well these are some pretty bad side effects, so I definitely think a change is in order.”

I could see in his face that he was sincere, as he fumbled with extra gadgets on his computer, glancing at me one last time before approaching me “open wide and say ahh” he said, shining a light down my throat before proceeding to grab his stethoscope, placing it on my heart and beginning to change spots on my torso. I could feel my heart beat pumping out of my chest, hoping, pleading that the doctor wouldn’t notice that I had an extremely aggravated and increased heart rate. My legs started shaking as he pulled the cold metal piece off my chest, only serving as a brief pause before my mother jumped in again “we think at this point the Adderall is the best option” she said.

“Yes, we were wondering if we could do a trial with it for say, two weeks” I added. The doctor seemed totally convinced, and nearly a minute later, after describing side effects, and cracking a sly joke about attention, he had written out a script for 25mg of Adderall a day.

I tried to resist the laughter and the excitement, but after a short burst of energy centered around my chest as I leaned back to stretch, I began to run my mouth obsessively. We didn’t finally leave the office for another ten minutes, as I tried not to let my euphoria overcome my will to get out of the office with the script. I had finally succeeded, after months of struggle and preparation; I had finally succeeded with what I started, achieved motivation, and an outlet for success.

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