About seven hours ago it was looking like it was either gonna be one good shot, or two okay ones. I went with the first option, but I respect your decision if you would've went with the second. Anyways, I prep my shots by taking out the plunger and pouring the g [which is a pretty much a powder at this point] into the rig. Then the plunger goes back in, and I draw some water up, and get to shaking that bitch.

Well folks, today was not a normal day at all. The rest of my bag completely filled up the rig. Like had to stop halfway through filling to tap the rig so it could have some more room, and do it again. And then I had to *tap tap tap* again at the end because it was literally overflowing past where the plunger seals, meaning that I wasn't going to be able to have room to draw back any water either. The next hour or so looked like this:

I put two drops of water in the back end of the rig so I could at least get the plunger into it. Waited about 10 or 15 minutes for that to make any progress on it's way down. Once I could get the plunger in, there was still really no room for any extra water, so I drew back as much as I could without losing the plunger out of the back, and again, got to shaking that bitch. Holy fuck it took so long to break down everything. Literally an hour, maybe more, yeah probably more, of just flicking this goddamn piece of plastic, turning it up and down so the bubbles would be moving some of the shit around too.

Anyways, after everything was ready to go I was a little nervous. My shot was as big as it could get. The. Entire. Rig. 100cc of packed down meth in a tube with a few drops of water. But I was committed. And so right around 11 pm I did. About halfway through, I could already start to feel that it was going to be fucking ridiculous, but my dad didn't raise no fuckin' quitter, goddammit, so I slammed the rest of it home, and the next 2 or 3 hours after that are a blur. Mentally and literally. One thing I remember was that I was listening to music on some pretty good speakers, and almost immediately after everything hit, all of the bass dropped out of the music. Everything was treble. Second thing I noticed was that I couldn't see fucking shit. Not like it was blurry like I wasn't wearing my glasses, but like I was seeing double of everything. I think I could feel it in my eyes, but it really hit me when I saw it in the mirror. I didn't really want to know what I looked like after doing that shot, and now I know not to look ever again in the future. My right eye was doing the vibrating thing (we've all see it before, where it just bounces right to left really fast) which didn't freak me out too much. What had me fucked up was my left eye. It was looking as far towards my nose as it could possibly go, and I could not move it no matter how hard I focused. Also, there was absolutely zero color. Don't get me wrong, my right eye wasn't fairing so well either, but there was still a nice little ring around the outside to let me know I was still somewhat human. But I have blue eyes, and my left eye was completely black. So by this point I'm starting to freak out. Obviously I feel like I'm having a heart attack, but what if I'm having a fucking stroke too? I mean, look at my fucking eye! Then came all the thoughts of, "this is it, this is how I die." and, "fuck, then I need to find a way to get to the hospital" (thank god I didn't call them) and, "I'm gonna be stuck like this forever because of this shot. Now I'm gonna have to tell my parents and some others wtf is really going on." I can't really remember to much of anything else after this point.

I think I just laid down on my bed and played on my phone till I could function again, but I do specifically remember hallucinating different people being in my room, so who the fuck knows if I was actually talking to them or not. I was in my room by myself, but I definitely have some roommates in the next room over, so hopefully nothing weird has to brought up in the coming days. And as far as the eye is going, it is pretty much back to normal. I'm no longer half cross eyed, and I can see [some] color in it now. It's still a little weird focusing on something specific right now; it takes a while to adjust properly. But I'm sure that it'll be back to normal by the end of the day. Anyways, if any of you crazy fucks made it this far, you're a real one. Thanks :)

EDIT: Just remembered, also during the 'right after' time frame, I [think] I was freezing, like body temperature. My teeth were chattering so hard that it was my entire jaw opening and closing, like one of those wind up teeth that run around. Was definitely pouring sweat though, like almost instantly it was dripping off of my hair.

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Tl; Dr: I did a fucking giant shot of meth and my left eye went completely crossed. Don't remember a couple of hours, but when I came to, it was relatively back to normal.