What Is Adderall Tweaking?
Adderall tweaking feels just like it sounds. Your nervous system gets so revved up that you start to twitch. If this happens, and you start Adderall tweaking, you’ve taken way too much. Adderall tweaking is a serious safety concern and when it occurs, it means you need to lower your dosage.
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.
I went to the student office to retrieve my new schedule with a noticeable twitch and a kidney pain that was now progressively getting worse, seeing a familiar face in the process.
“James! Hi!” Camila approached and hugged me, and I laughed awkwardly as I could tell she felt my ribs, something that nauseated me and only made me want to do more amphetamines in compensation for the embarrassment. “Well, did you do Mrs. Rios summer assignment,” she asked, noticeably trying to start the conversation. I acted as if I cared, but just shook my head no and gave an awkward smile. She too presented a sickly thin frame, and immediately I felt conceited about my own self. I could feel my organs deteriorating inside me, and my brain nearly cooking from the intense fever I had presented it off of the higher dosage.
Quickly, I removed the blaring music from my ear and shook my head “No, I didn’t do it, I was…um…sick yesterday…”, which the usual excuse I used whenever I was undergoing a terrible withdrawal. “I did the entire thing!” she said in an intense excitement “It took me like five hours, I swear if she doesn’t collect it.” “I know, I know, I’ll text you if she doesn’t collect it, I promise,” I said. She giggled, and as we were already ten minutes late to class, we hustled away from each other and I plugged my headphones back in and positioned them securely in my ears.
“Who are you?” Said the new, and rather plump looking teacher, as soon as I opened the door to class. “James,” I said with a squeaky tone as a result of the horribly dry mouth I had, my eyes wider than even what was usual for Adderall at the intense amount of cleavage and fat that sopped out of the chair legs, nearly touching the floor in her overbearing state of obesity. I opened up my water bottle and started chugging while still standing up right in front of her and with the entire class staring me right in the face. “Boy, you better put that water away, and I need your last name honey, c’mon now, this shouldn’t be taking this long.” “Smoot,” I said while maintaining eye contact in a way that a sober person might find slightly psychotic.
“Alright, you in the back of the room, right over there,” she pointed to a desk in the corner and I took my seat, leaving my headphones in, and banging my head back and forth almost uncontrollably. Legs shaking, face tweaking, I turned the volume on my iPod up to full blast until the metal music was clear to the entire class. “Boy, I know you ain’t gonna sit in the back and be blaring dem headphones!,” Dr.Sorrels, the new teacher practically screamed. I stared at her with confidence and didn’t move a muscle before a redneck looking teenager with a leather jacket and cowboy boots turned and tapped me on the shoulder, “I think she’s talking to you.”
“Gotcha,” I replied, acting like I couldn’t care less what she wanted, and turning around completely to make eye contact with him. “I just meant…”, and there was a pause, “…whoa dude, your eyes!”, he said this quite loudly, and my paranoia got the better of me in this staring contest. I turned around, removed my headphones and sat quietly for the rest of her first day’s lecture.
The second hour went equally fast, and I actually began to bleed from my nose slightly from being so stimulated, as I texted Camila that Mrs. Rios did not collect the summer assignment and that she wasn’t even their today. She laughed and after a few text exchanges, I realized we had the same lunch. Immediately after class I went downstairs and found her at the cafeteria, the smell of food extremely nauseating to me, and enough to actually make me gag. “James!” She hugged me once again, and I thanked God that I at least had a water belly in which felt like I had some meat on my bones. “James!”
Mine, and apparently Camila’s, friend, Deborah screamed from a distance before running up and hugging me. We all sat down at the table in the corner by the vending machines, a place that I had been so familiar with. “So, how are your classes?”, Camila asked. “Oh my God, not this again, that’s right, these guys are boring”, I thought to myself immediately. “How are my classes? My classes are freaking amazing, Camila, thanks for asking. C’mon you guys are so boring.”, I said in a wining tone as to try and sound cute, only coming off as angry and putting them in an angered state themselves. “Tell me some interesting stuff. What happened over Christmas break, hit me with it!” They laughed and I couldn’t tell if I could sense fear or not in their voices as they rambled on and on about their family dinner.
The conversation continued and I tried to nibble on a fry just to make it look like I was eating. My friends noticed and seemed worried. “James, you’re too skinny, I wish I had your figure, eat something.” I rolled my eyes “I’m um, I’m not hungry” I replied, my lip now quivering and the feeling of blood rushing to my nose becoming apparent. “Why? Are you like anorexic or something, look at you” she said, as I began to get increasingly angry. “Oh my God, Deborah, calm down, just because you’ve got a muffin top doesn’t mean you can criticize me!” It scared me how angry I actually was, seeing as if when I’m my usual self it takes a lot to get me angry, and I’m a very calm and laid back person. “I’m sorry, but you can’t talk to me that way, boy,” Deborah said in a scolding manner. “Guys c’mon, chill out alright; it’s only the first day of the new semester.” I apologized repeatedly until finally, Deborah pretended to forgive me, wishing I could scream how I really felt in my extremely influential state of consciousness.
Suddenly, the smell of food began to get to me, and actually made me quite nauseated, a terrible side effect of the drug I was not unfamiliar with but had still grown to hate. “Excuse me” I walked to the nearest bathroom, felt the queasiness come up from my stomach and towards my throat, and let out a loud, disgustingly sounding gag. I inhaled loudly, happy that I had dodged a bullet in not actually puking, while at the same time frustrated at the feeling of another oncoming nosebleed.
I grabbed a paper towel piece, wadded it up and twirled it in my nose, walking back outside of the bathroom like nothing was wrong, and continuing on with casual conversation. “Wow, you should really get a haircut. I mean, you’re really starting to look like a crack head or something” Camila said, smiling and trying to keep the subject light-hearted while defending her friend Deborah at the same time. I laughed, feeling slightly offended at the comment, while at the same time highly ambitious.
I went home and looked myself in the mirror hard that day. “Mom!” There was no immediate answer. “Mom, I need a haircut!” I screamed across the house before walking out into the kitchen to converse with her face to face and seeing the state of almost shock she was in. “Well, the medication must really be working then, because you’ve needed one for quite a time now. I’ll schedule an appointment for you.” I laughed at the sly comment, and I was ready for self-improvement. I arrived at the hair salon and in an hour walked out with a freshly shampooed, short hairstyle, with bangs spiked in the front. No more girls telling me to get a decent haircut, or teachers thinking I was a junkie because of my long hair (most people’s first impression usually stereotyped me as a pothead before I had even touched a drug because of this), and no more looking at myself in the mirror in disgust. I was going to be clean cut, smart with how I used my Adderall, and use it to propel myself forward for once rather than hinder my own goals and abilities.
End of Excerpt*
Adderall Tweaking Dangers
Adderall tweaking can put you at risk of an overdose, consult a doctor if it continues. Adderall tweaking occurs because of an excess buildup of dopamine and norepinephrine in the brain and can have dire consequences on a long-term basis.
Adderall tweaking is a serious safety concern and should not be taken lightly.