I've tried it a couple times in the past and whatever I felt, it wasn't being high. I've heard stories and being high seems enjoyable. Enjoyable was the last thing I've ever felt after smoking. Ever.
So, the other day my friend coaxed me into it. Yeah, I did it 'cause I'm a retard. Anyway, we smoked, put in a movie, and was chillin' out. All was well for the most part, and I pretty much felt drunk.
After about 10 or 15 minutes, though, my entire body felt like it was going to sleep and my vision blurs. After a while that "body-going-to-sleep" feeling spreads to my head and I feel like my brain is bleeding. Shit, this isn't good.
Now, knowing I'm not gonna get into TOO much shit, I talk her into driving my sorry ass to the hospita (lulz)l. Whatever was goin' on wasn't right, and if I'm about to die I wanna know, right?
So about 5 minutes into the drive I can tell my heart is beating like, super-super-super quick (on a side note I have heart problems anyway, and my heart's resting BPM is around 108, roughly 20 BPM higher than any "normal" person), so we're in dangerous terrirory. Now an important thing to remember here is I'm not freaking out, I'm not going off the wall with "OMG I'M GONNA DIEZ SHIT" bullshit. Before too long my joints lock up and I can't take my hands out of the fists that they put themselves into. I basically lose control of my motor skills and my head falls into said friend's lap. My eyes fade to complete white then black, and I can't hear, feel, or see a thing. I have no thoughts running through my head, and I'm just blank. This lasted prolly about 2 or 3 minutes, at which point the feeling began to wear off and I get to feeling relatively okay. Not normal every day okay, but compared to this ordeal, I'm feeling alright.
So after I go home and go to sleep ('cause that's the smart thing to do after you experience something like this, right? lulz), I awake the next day and I feel like I've been lifting weights for about 12 hours straight. I get ahold of my friend and she informs me that the pot was clean, she just felt high, and she only buys from one person.
So, NG, I think I'm allergic to weed. Did I die? Did I go into shock?
Whatever the case may be, I think I'll just stick to fueling my alcoholism from now on.