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Originally Posted by Fuzz
Unfortunately you can't read the full series without a subscription, but the stuff you can read is a hell of a ride. TLDR; is check the "dr's" reputation before letting him drug you...
one, two and 5 are free
https://isabelkaplan.substack.com/p/ketamine-diaries
https://isabelkaplan.substack.com/p/...ne-diaries-cdf
https://isabelkaplan.substack.com/p/ketamine-diaries-5
Spoiler!
I wake up alone. Again.
I’m in the cat room this time. It’s late, past 8pm. The receptionist is gone, her computer monitor off. There are two bottles of ketamine on her desk. The waiting room is empty.
I open the door to the little blue room and find a passed out man lying on his side, body pressed into the couch cushions. He looks unwell. I close the door immediately, go back into the cat room, sit down on the couch. Wonder: did I really just see a man in there?
There’s a slightly surreal feeling that lingers at the end of a ketamine trip. The world seems bright and slippery.
Maybe I imagined the man, I think. Surely Dr. K didn’t leave two incapacitated patients alone in the office.
I go back out, look around more carefully. I open the door again: yes, there’s the man. I haven’t seen what other people look like while they’re on ketamine, but my understanding is they usually lie still, on their backs. There’s something alarming about the way this guy is collapsed.
My first thought: this can’t be real.
My second: this can’t be right.
But what do I know about the ketamine scene?
I just know the way that guy is lying there looks bad, and there’s something wrong-feeling about the way we were put in different rooms and knocked close to unconscious with a combination of shots and lozenges and then left alone in an office building so after-hours empty that the custodian has just arrived to clean. She looks as startled to see me as I am to see her.
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Yeah, the thing that worries me is that there are so many scams down here when it comes to anything related to drug therapy and mental health. Many places that do it are rehabs. They’d probably try to get me addicted and then send me to one lol. It’s not like it doesn’t happen.
I think my old therapist has retired, but she may still be active in the community. She was the one who suggested EMDR. At the time she only practiced one day a week for limited hours, and I could not get off of work for that.
I would trust whatever advice she has. Drugs of any kind scare me. If I smoke a joint I want to run around the block a million times.
Oh well, she passed away 2 months ago. She was a brilliant woman.