Did edibles a couple times. After the last time I probably won't for... well, a good damned while.PS
I quit smoking cigs over 6 years ago after almost 40 years of puffing.
I quit smoking pot after my heart attacks after 39 years of smoking (switched to vaping flower).
I quit vaping weed January 7 when my breathing took a real downturn. My pulmonologists were totally okay with me doing it but said if it affected breathing to stop, so I did.
I never really cared for edibles but bought some gummies. I’m a believer. Totally different high. I will not drive or operate a lumber mill on those fuck no.
If they load me onto a plane bound for Seattle, I hope they remain potent. Chances are I’m going home tomorrow with a chest tube still in and will be waiting. Fingers crossed.
First few times I was hanging with friends, drinking a few beers, BSing, whatnot. Friend gave me half of a ~30mg piece of chocolate. About an hour later I'm not feeling shit, he gives me the other half. It took until the wife drove us home (she wasn't partaking) for me to start feeling anything and even then it was weak.
Next time we hung out he gave me the second half about 20 minutes after the first and it kicked in a little better.
Well, I'm at home one night and decide I want to have another go of it. Took one whole piece at 10ish to play video games with the wife. Around midnight we both went to bed cause I wasn't feeling anything.
2:30 came in and came in hard. I woke up feeling kinda weird, ran my hands over the sheets and they got all tingly, noticed my feet were doing the same. It crept up my arms and legs until all my body was tingly. You know that scene in the Take On Me video where the drawn guy is coming through to reality? There's that juxtaposition of him flashing back and forth between drawn and real? That's what it felt like.
Woke the wife up and got her to help me. Eventually had to get in the shower, I just had too much stimulation from my skin not touching anything. Wife had to get a bluetooth speaker and blast grunge music while I tried to hold onto my mind. It was like waves where my sense of self and connection to my body was getting overwhelmed and then surfacing briefly. I had to line up my thoughts while I was under the waves and then tell my wife what I needed when I was above the waves.
Ended up sitting in the shower rocking back and forth listening to grunge music for an hour. I'd have to have her skip commercials because they made me feel "cronchy" and I remember that I told her that Tuesday tasted like 7
At one point I remember hearing the opening chords of Pearl Jam's Alive and I was able to get out something like "Oh, Pearl Jam, here I go" and just started singing nonsense
If you can imagine this:
But fitted around the sound of this:
then you've got a good idea what I sounded like