Actually I think you and I are about the same age?..I`ll be 45 this week ( I cant fukken believe it)...
How does xanax make one feel..I got couple of female roomies who have a big jar in the bath cabinet..I dont touch em..afraid of most pills..I think they are for anxiety or some shit?..Do they relax ya?..I did a little piece of that thing she calls a bar and it made me feel like one of them quualudes from the 70s-early 80s..Made me feel weaker too
*Yes, we're close in age (I'm 48), but no telling when I "grow up"...stay tuned
*Xanax is a tranquilizer/anti-anxiety medication.
When used in moderation they certainly take the edge off without the side effects of another drug that is popular for that cause - alcohol - since unlike alcohol, xanax does not depress the central nervous system.
When used in stronger doses will certainly contribute to sleep.
A 'piece of a bar' is .50mg and for a first time user would likely make you feel pretty detached, especially if combined with any alcohol.
A "bar" is 2.0mg that can be easily broken into four pieces.
I've not used Xanax for several months now, but in the past couple years have used it off and on when available. First time I ever used it, I took .50mg, followed by a .50mg a little while later.
About an hour after that, I wasn't noticing much so I took an entire bar (for an accumulative 3.0 in about 90minutes).
A couple hours after that I was feeling Really Nice & Relaxed.
Decide that I will share my good feeling with the long-suffering SheBar by giving her a nice foot rub complete with lotions, candles and homoerotic music. (I seem to recall it was some early Peter Cetara).
So she lays back on the bed in her nightgown and I get to work on her feet.
And within a few minutes, the Special Rub is working its way north (of course).
Well now I'm really into it. But I don't want to be a Typical Self-Centered Hedonistic Slob as can often be the case when I try and dive right into the Land of Plenty.
So I give that zone a couple of soft touches and proceed on up to where I'm now lying almost all the way on top of her and gently kissing her neck, which is something I know she really likes.
And then I start to whisper some kind of corny bullshit in her ear about how great she is and then I Completely Pass Out and Fall Dead Asleep in One Motion.
She tells me the next morning that she waited about 30 seconds, made sure I had a pulse and then heaved my sorry ass over to the other side of the bed and made a call to the nightstand drawer for Sgt PocketRocket.
And We All Lived Happily Ever After
The End