Why I Would Never Try A Pot Brownie Again
Worst Experience Ever!
I remember this day as if it were yesterday
I was dating this guy who smoked more than I liked to admit to my friends. He was a fantastic cook and even a better baker. So when he decided to incorporate cannabis into his baking, I thought, why not give it a try.
For reference I am not a smoker. I probably smoked cannabis 5 times in my life. It made me feel giggly and laugh at the smallest things, then ended with me eating more than I should.
We drove to the beach for a weekend getaway with brownies in tow. We checked into our room and headed straight to the beach to layout and do some swimming. It was the perfect day as it was not too hot and had a nice breeze.
About 40 minutes into our sand fun, we ate lunch, then David pulled out a brownie for us to split. I actually ended up splitting the half he gave me into an even smaller piece to be on the safe side.
It was about 15 minutes later, and I still didn’t feel anything. “When will it kick in”? I asked. David looked at me and said, “stop thinking about it, just let it happen, come on; let’s get in the water.” I got up from the sand and started walking towards the ocean when things started feeling different.
Stopping about 2 ft from the water, I looked at David and said, “I feel weird” he chuckled a bit and told me to relax; it was just the effects hitting me.
Looking at the ocean, I decided not to go in. What if I were to forget how to swim or move my legs and arms? So, I turned around and walked towards my towel on the sand. I remember my brain saying, “Okay, to walk, you have to move your right leg then left leg, one foot in front of the other.
I plopped down on my towel and noticed there were three other families gathered on the sand near us. “Why were they so close?” I mean, there was so much beach here to spread out, something was very suspicious. I told David they were on to us. And he just calmly said that I was overthinking, there was nothing to be on to us about. But at this point, I was just paranoid that they knew we ate an edible and were moving in closer to make the arrest.
David decided it was time for us to get our things together and head back to the room to get my mind off the conspiracies.
By this time, my mind had taken over. I couldn’t control my thoughts. I held David’s hand tightly as we walked back to the hotel with my mind saying, “left foot, right foot, walk natural, don’t look at people in the eye or they will know.”
My heart was racing as we stepped into the elevator. “Was I having a heart attack?” I pulled out my phone to google the symptoms of a heart attack, and sure enough, google told me I was having a heart attack and a panic attack and that I might have another disease I should seek immediate attention for. David took my phone and told me to relax.
“You are not having a heart attack; You are just high!” He said.
It didn’t feel like a smoker’s high; it felt terrible. I wanted to get back to my usual self and get unhigh. I was just so scared thinking what if I got stuck like this for the rest of my life. I had so much to live for, what did I do to myself? I drank milk, and I ate bread, all of which didn’t work. Or maybe it was extending my high.
I laid on the bed, rocking back and forth, staring out the balcony, trying not to think of anything, but my thoughts were uncontrollable. The more I told myself not to think, the more I thought. I started to wonder, “what if I jumped off the balcony, and what in my brain was stopping me?”.
David was just calmly unpacking our bags and tidying up as if nothing unusual was happening. Why was his mind not bothering him? Or maybe he was immune to it since he’s been smoking for years.
I forced myself to try to fall asleep, but my heart rate was still fast. I counted my breaths, telling myself to breathe in and breathe out slowly. Still, I was paying too much attention to how to breathe that it actually started getting harder to breathe naturally. I became too aware of everything. I even started counting my blinks.
Anxious and scared, I got down on my knees at the side of the bed and started to pray. I prayed the lord take the feeling away and that I would never try an edible again. Somewhere between my prayer, breath, and blink counting, I fell asleep.
Waking up 4 hrs later, I sat up in bed and checked my vitals. My heart rate was back to normal, and I was still alive!! David was fast asleep, So I woke him up to let him know I had made it through, and I was okay. He was not worried one bit, he had never experienced what I felt, but he told me of his friend’s experience alike mine, and that it was all about keeping calm and accepting the feeling rather than to fight it.
Let’s just say to this day, I have never tried another edible in any form, nor do I ever care to. My coworkers bake goods for holidays and birthdays, and I always make sure to ask if they added any secret ingredients just in case, because I never want to feel so helplessly high!
