m-o-o-n, that spells "moon!"

NR<br><br><br>I was at a party and ended up getting a little buzzed drinking beer. I was feeling fine (and by fine, I mean more than fine, more like happy) when a friend of mine mentioned that he had some "moon" MDMA, which I understand to be a cross of MDMA and GHB. He claimed that the effects were similar to that of a traditional Molly pill. He offered me a half pill, and as I was in a positive state, I decided to say "fuck it," and swallowed the pill.<br><br>Within just 20 minutes, I began to feel nauseous. I had never experienced nausea with traditional Molly, so it was a weird feeling. I remember feeling a little uncomfortable, but that didn't stop me from having a good time. I think that's also around the time that the effects of the beer wore off, and I just felt the effects of the drug.<br><br>Oh boy. The effects! The effects, as best I can remember, kicked in about 45 minutes after the pill. I have no idea, though, because the time passed by in a blur. I remember looking at my watch at a certain point and having no idea what time it was, or even what day it was. It was weird, though, because I still knew what day it was and what time it was, I just had no idea how long it had been since I swallowed that pill.<br><br>I remember getting really dizzy when I stood up. I tried to walk to the bathroom, and it felt like I was walking on water. My legs were wobbly, and I felt like I was drowning. I had trouble walking, and I fell down a lot. I remember getting up dozens of times, only to fall back down. At one point, somebody was holding me up by my waist saying, "Man, you're really drunk, huh?"<br><br>I tried to say no, but my words were jumbled. I tried to speak, but my mouth felt like it was filled with marbles. At one point, I tried to tell somebody to "be careful," but the words came out sounding like "floop ploo." I could hear myself saying "floop ploo" but I couldn't help it. I couldn't speak. It was actually kind of funny. I laughed a lot when I tried to talk.<br><br>At one point, I remember going to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I don't know how I made it there without falling, but it probably had something to do with the fact that dozens of people were holding me up by my shoulders. I made it to the kitchen, and I was so proud, since I had made it that far, that I decided to get some water. I walked to the sink, pulled down a cup from the cabinet, and turned on the faucet. I filled the cup with water, and as I reached down to pick it up, I fell onto the floor.<br><br>The water spilled all over the countertop (and the cabinets beneath it.) I tried to get up, but I couldn't. After that, everything got blurry. I remember dozens of people standing over me asking me if I was okay, but I couldn't respond. I couldn't say anything. I was completely gone.<br><br>I woke up this morning in my bed, with no idea how I got there or how I even got home. I have no idea what happened at the party, or even what time the party ended. I don't know who drove me home, or even if anybody drove me home. I don't know, actually, how I'm alive. I woke up with no idea what day it was, or even what time it was. <br><br>I called my friend who gave me the pill, but he didn't answer. I called another friend, but she didn't answer either. I said "fuck it," and texted my mom. She told me that I must have fallen down and hit my head. I texted her back saying that I had taken something called "moon" at a party, but she didn't know what it was. She asked me if it was Molly, and I told her no.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>She said that it sounded like I had gone on a bender drinking, and that I needed to be more careful. But I know that I wasn't drinking that much. I feel fine now - not even any nausea - but I'm a little worried about how much "moon" I actually took. I know I only took half of a pill, but I'm still a little worried. I feel like I could have easily OD'd. I also feel like I could have easily died. I keep telling myself that I'm fine, but I have no idea.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>So this is the part where I ask for help. If anybody knows anything about "moon," please let me know. I'm a little worried. I don't know if I should go to the ER, or if I should just wait it out. I'm fine right now, physically, but I'm still worried about potential after effects.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>Thanks for reading this, and thanks in advance for the help. I know some of you are gonna tell me to go to the ER, but I've already been there, done that, and got the t-shirt. I'm not going to the fucking ER, even if that means I die. I know that's not the right mindset, but I've been there too many times before, and it's just not worth it. I'd rather die at home, actually. I know that's not the right answer, though. I know I need help, I just don't know how much help I need. If I die during the night, though, it was nice knowing you all. See you in the next life.<br><br>&#x200B;