Ok, I don't know what brought me here today. Strangely, I thought of you Robby and I logged on. I have never really posted much, I was more of a chat girl. Speed has been out of my life since September, but it's summer and things get crazy in L.A. in the summer and it has recently reared it's ugly head again. I haven't used it, but many of the people I know have started up again and my man is itching again...gonna be a long summer. 
I have a question, and I have an idea. 

Question (to underline the point that everyone here can relate to Robby): How many people here that have used speed don't EVER THINK ABOUT IT AGAIN?

I know it's not me. I bring this up because Robby, you had said we all seem to ignore it and stay clean and it's all good. Well, maybe it's just that the subject has gotten old for us and we don't TALK about it anymore. My sister was talking about it (she fell off the wagon this week) and when I told her I have been thinking about using for the last, ummm...3 months, she was surprised. I have almost asked her to get me some like, 6 times. But I don't talk about it, so she didn't know. Or if I do, I talk down about it. Or I focus ONLY on the bad parts. Like the come down...ick.

Idea: What if we start a thread, or finish this thread with all our worst memories of Speed. What did you HATE the most about this drug? Don't tell me how you got through it, or had great sleeping pills that helped, or how some other drug took the edge off. What was the worst part?

Did we do this already? Would this help Robby?

Like I said, I hated the come down. I am super sensitive to drugs of all kinds, it only took a line of Speed to keep me up for 2 days. I was also taking Lexipro for depression at the time and it has been known to react funky with other drugs. So, EVERY time I used Speed, my tongue would swell up. Huge. It would then rub against my teeth. By the second day I had impressions all along the side of my tongue, and cause I was constantly rubbing it against all parts of my mouth, and my mouth would get totally dry...the sides started to bleed really bad. I would also gnaw holes in the sides of my mouth. My favorite memory is on Mondays, sitting at my desk at work, trying to eat the softest food I could find,  in tiny bites. The exquisite pain of not having eaten for 2 days...how bad my stomach hurt, my mouth, my jaw...how pathetic I looked, tears in my eyes as I hunched over this little piece of food I was begging my body to let me choke down....