Over the past couple of days, I have been recovering from a terrible experience I had on Saturday evening. I will preface this with the fact that I do not take any drugs and I don't drink too much either(just 3 nights out of the week and not heavily; I'm a bit of a lightweight). We had company on Saturday evening where everyone sat out with my Grandfather and socialized. Someone brought over this hemp drink. They offered me some and told me that it was not supposed to make me stoned and it was non-alcoholic. It was said to just relax me and make me feel good, so I accepted the offer. I was never a fan of getting high. I only tried it a few times in my life - puffed a joint in California. I had an edible before too and I never wanted to do that again. It took me down an endless rabbit hole and it was frightening. It was just one edible. This drink was of delta-8 THC and I was barely given a shot into my glass of ginger beer(also non-alcoholic) and ice.
I was just going to try it once and then fix my dinner, take my bath, and get ready for bed that evening. It did not hit me until about 30-40 minutes later. First, I felt goofy and then started tripping and was like "Oh no." Time started getting slower and it got worse from that point on. I prepared my bath water and was already beginning to feel confused about what room I was in. I was afraid I would walk out of the bathroom naked at one point. I could not enjoy my bath, fearing that I could pass out in the bathtub. I dried myself off and got into my pajamas and called my aunt. I was telling her that I was scared and debating calling 9-1-1. I was starting to fear for my life. She told me that she was going to come over and check on me. After that, it got even worse. The world around me was gyrating and I started feeling tingling and numbness in my extremities and started looking flushed. At that point, I was convinced that I was dying. I thought I was having a stroke or heart attack. That was the most afraid I have ever been in my life. It was the worst feeling ever. I was not in unbearable physical pain of any sort, but I felt like I was losing consciousness. I kept wondering how I was even walking and talking. I literally thought I was having a stroke. I thought I was going to die and there was nothing I or anyone could do. I called 9-1-1 and paramedics arrived and took me to the emergency room. In the ambulance, I kept saying I can't go out like this. I can't just be ripped away from my family. I have so much ambition and so much I need to see and do. My vitals were good, but my heart rate was up. I felt like I was barely cognizant. I watched my feet twitch and felt some spasms in my arm and was afraid they would jerk loose at any time and start flailing uncontrollably. It was completely out of character for me to call 9-1-1 and be rushed to the hospital in my pajamas. After I arrived, the nurse hooked me to a heart monitor and gave me a pill with a cup of water. My mouth was so dry, I was scared it was closing up on the inside. I eventually started to feel a little normal again and was taken home at around 8 that night. Many people do not realize how dangerous this stuff can be. It takes very little for it to hit me hard. I may be incredibly sensitive and have an extremely low tolerance for those things, but I really don't think THC is safe for anyone. I was definitely in no condition to process anything going on in the Earth then. I'm even having to be careful sometimes when I have alcohol.
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