Okay hey guys, I really need some help. The past 2 days have been the worst of my life, and I'm finally feeling well enough to type out what's been wrong with me. I desperately need some input so please read everything below and help! 
I decided just to write my entire story in order to not miss any details that might be important without me realizing. Sorry if it's too long, the ranting helps. Scroll down for the ******** line if you don't wanna read how I started/what illnesses I have and just get right to the problem.
Real quick the medications I take daily are:
Vyvanse (50mg)- switches back and forth from 50 to 60 every so often because of medical reasons. I don't know if I have ADHD/ADD but all I know is I can't focus in school without this amazing stuff
Zoloft (50mg) for depression
Remeron (30mg) for insomnia/depression
Today is March 10th, 2015. I'm a 17 year old female senior in high school (tbh I'm not sure if this site has an age limit, but if it does please don't delete this post because of that. I really need help). Back in December of last year, I tried Marijuana for the first time. My entire life I have suffered from extreme depression, generalized anxiety disorder (GAD), bi-polar disorder (I don't really have bipolar disorder; I really borderline personality disorder, but only 18 years or older can be diagnosed with a personality disorder so to keep it simple my Psychiatrist Psychologist always just say bi-polar disorder), insomnia, and optic nerve hypoplasia (a very rare type of Glaucoma that gives me awful migraines and completely blinded my left eye, however I was incredibly lucky and it never touched my right eye). I tried every medication under the sun to treat these but none ever helped. I tried everything from Xanax to SSRIs to Trazodone. They would help ease the pain of some of the symptoms, but never offered that much relief.
Anyway, back in December I tried Marijuana and oh my god did I HATE it the first time!! I felt like if I got up and moved around, I'd be sick. I was starving and uncontrollably shaking. I had to just lay there and wait it out, which luckily passed quickly (a few hours at most). My friend (we'll call her Jenna for now) who did it with me the first time felt awful and said something like
"You don't really get high the first time, but most people don't react so terribly like this. Marijuana isn't for everyone, etc etc"
I decided it wasn't right for me, and didn't want to touch it for awhile. When school started back up after the break in January, I was thinking a lot of my boyfriend (we'll call him Chris) who killed himself when I was in 9th grade around this time 4 years ago. I never truly recovered from his death, and spent the last 4 years being stupid with alcohol and abusing my Vyvanse (I'm prescribed 60mg, but I would double/triple up to feel good...but I now realize the high wasn't worth the low) to cope with his death. It was a Friday and I didn't want to resort to my same, alcoholic tendencies. Especially because of the history of abuse in my family. So I called Jenna up, told her how I was feeling about Chris, and asked if she thought trying Marijuana again would help. She was already away for the weekend, but was happy to hear I wasn't being impulsive and doing my usual bad habits and asked her Mom if she could help me. Jenna has the coolest mom in existence (I'm ver close with her). Her mother swung by my house in the next few hours and dropped off a 1/4th of her own grown stuff and a brand new crack pipe (I had nothing to smoke with and needed something small to conceal from my parents since they didn't know at all), gave me a hug, and told me to feel better. I smoked about 2 bowls of it in my hot tub and tried to relax before my parents got home.
I was fucking GONE. I was ridiculously high and had completely forgotten about being upset about Chris. I spent the rest of that night laughing so hard I would legit have tears rolling down my face, eating everything I could get my hands on, and attempting to talk with friends over skype. Overall an incredible night and when I went to bed, I completely forgot to take my sleeping pills because I was already out like a light. I slept the entire night without waking up once and woke up the next day at like 10am (ridiculously unheard of for me) with a huge smile on my face. Easy to say, I fell in love with Marijuana.
I smoked again that night, had the same experience, and basically just didn't stop smoking since...besides a weekend or two because I was waiting on one of my dealers.
Fast forward to now. I still smoke every day. I don't smoke before school or during school, only after and on weekends. Although not as powerful, I'm still loving every minute of it. I actually prefer the tolerance because I used to be too fucked up after smoking. Now I still get really relaxed, but I can function the rest of the day (no, it doesn't matter if it's Sativa or Indica. Both would mess me up function wise for the day when I started in their own different ways).
I still did fine in school. My grades dropped a tiny bit, but quickly came back up once I better organized my smoking schedule (basically no smoking until I finish homework and responsibilities were done. You know, that mistake). But other than that the only changes in my life was that I was happier and more outgoing. I eventually told my parents and neither cared so long as I didn't stink up the house with it since my grades looked fine.
*********************************ENOGUH STORY, HERE'S THE REAL ISSUE**************************************************************
This weekend I had to take a break that I was NOT ready for. AT ALL.
I was saving up all week to spend Friday on an ounce of Purple Urkle (I set the entire thing up a week in advance because I hate the feeling of not having any stash at all). I was getting it through a middle man who always gets me fire and is amazing about making accommodations for me (since he's also a good friend). I spend all of Friday and Saturday just laying around and spamming my middle guy's facebook inbox. I've been in a really bad slump the past week or two because of the weather, and I literally did nothing else those two days. I had trouble eating and drinking and slept like shit. However I overlooked it as my 60mg of Vyvanse I take daily doing it because the Vyvanse has done that to me before.
My middle man (we'll call him Andy) felt like total shit because the grower of the Purple Urkle was very set on selling me this batch and by Sunday, we both assumed he got arrested because all communications were suddenly dropped out of no where. However by the time it was Sunday I had felt incredibly nauseous and depressed because of the wasted weekend. I hadn't slept or eaten, and was desperate for a little relief. I took 300mg of Benedryl on Sunday (I think it was 8 pills) and tried to take a nap. I usually take 30mg of Remeron at night to fall asleep, but since that was failing I wanted to try something else. I felt a little sleepy, but nothing else much happened the rest of that night. I slept like shit...that's about all it did for me. The net day, Andy came through, however, and found someone else and was able to bring back an ounce by about 5pm on Sunday. By this time I was laying in bed unable to move.
I forced myself to get up and walk over to Andy's house because I thought the fresh air would help (I live in NY and the weather was actually incredibly warm; like the 40s or so). I walked downstairs to leave and smelled my brother making food. The smell was almost crippling it was so disgusting even though I didn't mind the food he was cooking. I just thought it was because of my lack of food in the past few days, and that once I smoked I'd feel better. 10 minute walk to Andy's house later and I'm standing in his house with him and his father chatting- trying to pretend I'm not deathly nauseous from the smell of once again food. Once I stepped outside, the fresh air made me feel a bit better and I walked back home.
Now this is where it gets crazy.
I get home and walk back in. The smell of the food my brother finished cooking overwhelmed me and I felt more nauseous than I ever had in my entire life. I assumed it was from the lack of appetite the past few days, and decided to smoke a few bowls to restore that appetite and eat again. In my backyard there's an enclosed tree house (we call it smoker's paradise) that I spend a good hour or two in each day. I grabbed my pipe, my lighter, and my ounce and stumbled outside to the treehouse. I got there, put my stuff down, opened my bag and began grinding a few nugs down for a bowl when suddenly I vomited. Out of absolutely no where, it forcefully came out of my mouth and nothing I could do would stop it. When I was done violently throwing up, I sat back down and gasped for air. I was PISSED. I thought it was the Benadryl after reading some horror stories of what it does at high dosages, but looking back I find it hard to believe because it didn't even make me that sleepy. I decided to still smoke the few bowls, and ruled out the possibility of it being marijuana. I went inside to rinse out my throat and to clean up. It was about 6pm when I returned, I took the hit and JESUS CHRIST WAS IT AWFUL!!!
I HAD NEVER TASTED SOMETHING SO ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.
The pot tasted like throw up, smelled like throw up when smoked, and smelled very dull and low quality before being grinded. Usually smoking also makes me cough like crazy but it went down my throat much more smooth than normal. I assumed it was just because I threw up and kept smoking. The taste did not change. I immediately detected the indica strain when my body felt tingly and the pain in my stomach got more bearable. I was only able to smoke about a bowl or two (usually I can smoke 3-4) before I had to go inside because the high was short and the nauseous feeling was returning. Never once did I feel hungry...which is ridiculous for me because just a few days ago I was smoking with hardcore munchies as always (I get extreme munchies which isn't exactly a bad thing because I tend to forget). The rest of the night was absolutely HELL. I couldn't eat, every bone in my body ached, I threw up more, and I couldn't keep down any water or pills I swallowed because it would come right back up. I became incredibly pale and my mother decided it was time to go to the hospital by around 2am since I wasn't sleeping and it seemed to be a better option than me just laying on the floor in front of the toilet.
I arrive in the ER with one of the worst panic attacks of my life. My heart rate was speeding, I was sweating and shaking, and I couldn't stop hyperventilating and crying. WHAT THE HELL!? I never had anything like that before happen to me. At this point, it was over 30 hours since I took the benadryl so it was starting to look less and less like it was the Benadryl that was causing it...and when my blood/urine results came back as completely normal it seemed like even less of a possibility. I spent the next few hours hooked up to an IV that pumped 3 bags of fluids into me and some anti-nauseous medicine. During this time I didn't stop crying, everything hurt, I was so cold I they had to get like 50 blankets on me, and I was shaking uncontrollably. Oh and my ankles MY ANKLES UGH they were unbearable they ached so badly. More than anything else.
I begged my mother to take me home. The doctors saw my distress and gave me a prescription strength anti-nausea medication and discharged me Monday morning at about 6am. No sleep in over 30 hours, I returned home and only could sleep about 3 hours before waking up a feeling of still no hunger and just absolutely feeling like shit. Worst experience of my life. Yesterday (which was Monday) I took no medications besides my anti-nausea in hopes to see if it was my Vyvanse or Zoloft but I still felt shitty. I decided to try smoking a tiny bit of marijuana once more around noon in a desperate hope to have an appetite and luckily had some success...however it still tasted like vomit and I had to hold my breath. I ate a bit and relaxed my home day from school...but night time came and the nauseous feelings and extreme restlessness I had were returning. I took a Remeron at around 9pm and without any luck tried to sleep. I took all my pillows and blankets, made a makeshift bed on the ground, and once I got comfortable I passed out until about 9am the next day (which is today) and woke up feeling hungry and healthy again. WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD.
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME!?! Why does my marijuana taste like vomit now...like why. The buds are clean for sure, I don't know if it's the quality or what but I've got an ounce of this and I honestly think the taste is all in my head
Anyway guys, can you PLEASE help me out!? Why did I get so sick over the weekend like that? Should I stop smoking for awhile? Can a body withdrawal from THC so badly that they throw up? I really need some answers and I'm very concerned. There's no reason a completely healthy and active 17 year old be totally fine one minute and suddenly become crippled with nausea and aching bones the next (even if I didn't eat for a day. I've gone days without eating before and have had no issues because my Vyvanse kills my appetite.) This illness scared the living shit out of me and I'm scared it might come back if I smoke for some reason.
Other notes:
-I'm active and healthy
-I've never had a panic attack really before, but have had anxiety my whole life and have had episodes close but not exactly like a panic attack
-I'm not as depressed as I used to be when I was younger
-I'm feeling much better today and ate a big breakfast without taking/smoking anything
-I've never been sick before from Marijuana except the first time
-I'm 125lbs and 5 foot. I'll always end up getting my caloric intake even if I skip a day since I'll make it up the next few days. Again, MY ENTIRE LIFE I WOULD GO A FEW DAYS HERE AND THERE WITHOUT EATING!!! It never did ANYTHING like what happened the past few days.
-My marijuana still smells like vomit wtf
-No one I know or have been around is sick, and the last time I was sick was about a month ago with a little cold that went away very quickly
-I've taken m
Thank you so much for helping and I hope you enjoyed the little read.
I decided just to write my entire story in order to not miss any details that might be important without me realizing. Sorry if it's too long, the ranting helps. Scroll down for the ******** line if you don't wanna read how I started/what illnesses I have and just get right to the problem. Real quick the medications I take daily are:
Vyvanse (50mg)- switches back and forth from 50 to 60 every so often because of medical reasons. I don't know if I have ADHD/ADD but all I know is I can't focus in school without this amazing stuff
Zoloft (50mg) for depression
Remeron (30mg) for insomnia/depression
Today is March 10th, 2015. I'm a 17 year old female senior in high school (tbh I'm not sure if this site has an age limit, but if it does please don't delete this post because of that. I really need help). Back in December of last year, I tried Marijuana for the first time. My entire life I have suffered from extreme depression, generalized anxiety disorder (GAD), bi-polar disorder (I don't really have bipolar disorder; I really borderline personality disorder, but only 18 years or older can be diagnosed with a personality disorder so to keep it simple my Psychiatrist Psychologist always just say bi-polar disorder), insomnia, and optic nerve hypoplasia (a very rare type of Glaucoma that gives me awful migraines and completely blinded my left eye, however I was incredibly lucky and it never touched my right eye). I tried every medication under the sun to treat these but none ever helped. I tried everything from Xanax to SSRIs to Trazodone. They would help ease the pain of some of the symptoms, but never offered that much relief.
Anyway, back in December I tried Marijuana and oh my god did I HATE it the first time!! I felt like if I got up and moved around, I'd be sick. I was starving and uncontrollably shaking. I had to just lay there and wait it out, which luckily passed quickly (a few hours at most). My friend (we'll call her Jenna for now) who did it with me the first time felt awful and said something like
"You don't really get high the first time, but most people don't react so terribly like this. Marijuana isn't for everyone, etc etc"
I decided it wasn't right for me, and didn't want to touch it for awhile. When school started back up after the break in January, I was thinking a lot of my boyfriend (we'll call him Chris) who killed himself when I was in 9th grade around this time 4 years ago. I never truly recovered from his death, and spent the last 4 years being stupid with alcohol and abusing my Vyvanse (I'm prescribed 60mg, but I would double/triple up to feel good...but I now realize the high wasn't worth the low) to cope with his death. It was a Friday and I didn't want to resort to my same, alcoholic tendencies. Especially because of the history of abuse in my family. So I called Jenna up, told her how I was feeling about Chris, and asked if she thought trying Marijuana again would help. She was already away for the weekend, but was happy to hear I wasn't being impulsive and doing my usual bad habits and asked her Mom if she could help me. Jenna has the coolest mom in existence (I'm ver close with her). Her mother swung by my house in the next few hours and dropped off a 1/4th of her own grown stuff and a brand new crack pipe (I had nothing to smoke with and needed something small to conceal from my parents since they didn't know at all), gave me a hug, and told me to feel better. I smoked about 2 bowls of it in my hot tub and tried to relax before my parents got home.
I was fucking GONE. I was ridiculously high and had completely forgotten about being upset about Chris. I spent the rest of that night laughing so hard I would legit have tears rolling down my face, eating everything I could get my hands on, and attempting to talk with friends over skype. Overall an incredible night and when I went to bed, I completely forgot to take my sleeping pills because I was already out like a light. I slept the entire night without waking up once and woke up the next day at like 10am (ridiculously unheard of for me) with a huge smile on my face. Easy to say, I fell in love with Marijuana.
I smoked again that night, had the same experience, and basically just didn't stop smoking since...besides a weekend or two because I was waiting on one of my dealers.
Fast forward to now. I still smoke every day. I don't smoke before school or during school, only after and on weekends. Although not as powerful, I'm still loving every minute of it. I actually prefer the tolerance because I used to be too fucked up after smoking. Now I still get really relaxed, but I can function the rest of the day (no, it doesn't matter if it's Sativa or Indica. Both would mess me up function wise for the day when I started in their own different ways).
I still did fine in school. My grades dropped a tiny bit, but quickly came back up once I better organized my smoking schedule (basically no smoking until I finish homework and responsibilities were done. You know, that mistake). But other than that the only changes in my life was that I was happier and more outgoing. I eventually told my parents and neither cared so long as I didn't stink up the house with it since my grades looked fine.
*********************************ENOGUH STORY, HERE'S THE REAL ISSUE**************************************************************
This weekend I had to take a break that I was NOT ready for. AT ALL.
I was saving up all week to spend Friday on an ounce of Purple Urkle (I set the entire thing up a week in advance because I hate the feeling of not having any stash at all). I was getting it through a middle man who always gets me fire and is amazing about making accommodations for me (since he's also a good friend). I spend all of Friday and Saturday just laying around and spamming my middle guy's facebook inbox. I've been in a really bad slump the past week or two because of the weather, and I literally did nothing else those two days. I had trouble eating and drinking and slept like shit. However I overlooked it as my 60mg of Vyvanse I take daily doing it because the Vyvanse has done that to me before.
My middle man (we'll call him Andy) felt like total shit because the grower of the Purple Urkle was very set on selling me this batch and by Sunday, we both assumed he got arrested because all communications were suddenly dropped out of no where. However by the time it was Sunday I had felt incredibly nauseous and depressed because of the wasted weekend. I hadn't slept or eaten, and was desperate for a little relief. I took 300mg of Benedryl on Sunday (I think it was 8 pills) and tried to take a nap. I usually take 30mg of Remeron at night to fall asleep, but since that was failing I wanted to try something else. I felt a little sleepy, but nothing else much happened the rest of that night. I slept like shit...that's about all it did for me. The net day, Andy came through, however, and found someone else and was able to bring back an ounce by about 5pm on Sunday. By this time I was laying in bed unable to move.
I forced myself to get up and walk over to Andy's house because I thought the fresh air would help (I live in NY and the weather was actually incredibly warm; like the 40s or so). I walked downstairs to leave and smelled my brother making food. The smell was almost crippling it was so disgusting even though I didn't mind the food he was cooking. I just thought it was because of my lack of food in the past few days, and that once I smoked I'd feel better. 10 minute walk to Andy's house later and I'm standing in his house with him and his father chatting- trying to pretend I'm not deathly nauseous from the smell of once again food. Once I stepped outside, the fresh air made me feel a bit better and I walked back home.
Now this is where it gets crazy.
I get home and walk back in. The smell of the food my brother finished cooking overwhelmed me and I felt more nauseous than I ever had in my entire life. I assumed it was from the lack of appetite the past few days, and decided to smoke a few bowls to restore that appetite and eat again. In my backyard there's an enclosed tree house (we call it smoker's paradise) that I spend a good hour or two in each day. I grabbed my pipe, my lighter, and my ounce and stumbled outside to the treehouse. I got there, put my stuff down, opened my bag and began grinding a few nugs down for a bowl when suddenly I vomited. Out of absolutely no where, it forcefully came out of my mouth and nothing I could do would stop it. When I was done violently throwing up, I sat back down and gasped for air. I was PISSED. I thought it was the Benadryl after reading some horror stories of what it does at high dosages, but looking back I find it hard to believe because it didn't even make me that sleepy. I decided to still smoke the few bowls, and ruled out the possibility of it being marijuana. I went inside to rinse out my throat and to clean up. It was about 6pm when I returned, I took the hit and JESUS CHRIST WAS IT AWFUL!!!
I HAD NEVER TASTED SOMETHING SO ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.
The pot tasted like throw up, smelled like throw up when smoked, and smelled very dull and low quality before being grinded. Usually smoking also makes me cough like crazy but it went down my throat much more smooth than normal. I assumed it was just because I threw up and kept smoking. The taste did not change. I immediately detected the indica strain when my body felt tingly and the pain in my stomach got more bearable. I was only able to smoke about a bowl or two (usually I can smoke 3-4) before I had to go inside because the high was short and the nauseous feeling was returning. Never once did I feel hungry...which is ridiculous for me because just a few days ago I was smoking with hardcore munchies as always (I get extreme munchies which isn't exactly a bad thing because I tend to forget). The rest of the night was absolutely HELL. I couldn't eat, every bone in my body ached, I threw up more, and I couldn't keep down any water or pills I swallowed because it would come right back up. I became incredibly pale and my mother decided it was time to go to the hospital by around 2am since I wasn't sleeping and it seemed to be a better option than me just laying on the floor in front of the toilet.
I arrive in the ER with one of the worst panic attacks of my life. My heart rate was speeding, I was sweating and shaking, and I couldn't stop hyperventilating and crying. WHAT THE HELL!? I never had anything like that before happen to me. At this point, it was over 30 hours since I took the benadryl so it was starting to look less and less like it was the Benadryl that was causing it...and when my blood/urine results came back as completely normal it seemed like even less of a possibility. I spent the next few hours hooked up to an IV that pumped 3 bags of fluids into me and some anti-nauseous medicine. During this time I didn't stop crying, everything hurt, I was so cold I they had to get like 50 blankets on me, and I was shaking uncontrollably. Oh and my ankles MY ANKLES UGH they were unbearable they ached so badly. More than anything else.
I begged my mother to take me home. The doctors saw my distress and gave me a prescription strength anti-nausea medication and discharged me Monday morning at about 6am. No sleep in over 30 hours, I returned home and only could sleep about 3 hours before waking up a feeling of still no hunger and just absolutely feeling like shit. Worst experience of my life. Yesterday (which was Monday) I took no medications besides my anti-nausea in hopes to see if it was my Vyvanse or Zoloft but I still felt shitty. I decided to try smoking a tiny bit of marijuana once more around noon in a desperate hope to have an appetite and luckily had some success...however it still tasted like vomit and I had to hold my breath. I ate a bit and relaxed my home day from school...but night time came and the nauseous feelings and extreme restlessness I had were returning. I took a Remeron at around 9pm and without any luck tried to sleep. I took all my pillows and blankets, made a makeshift bed on the ground, and once I got comfortable I passed out until about 9am the next day (which is today) and woke up feeling hungry and healthy again. WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD.
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME!?! Why does my marijuana taste like vomit now...like why. The buds are clean for sure, I don't know if it's the quality or what but I've got an ounce of this and I honestly think the taste is all in my head
Anyway guys, can you PLEASE help me out!? Why did I get so sick over the weekend like that? Should I stop smoking for awhile? Can a body withdrawal from THC so badly that they throw up? I really need some answers and I'm very concerned. There's no reason a completely healthy and active 17 year old be totally fine one minute and suddenly become crippled with nausea and aching bones the next (even if I didn't eat for a day. I've gone days without eating before and have had no issues because my Vyvanse kills my appetite.) This illness scared the living shit out of me and I'm scared it might come back if I smoke for some reason.
Other notes:
-I'm active and healthy
-I've never had a panic attack really before, but have had anxiety my whole life and have had episodes close but not exactly like a panic attack
-I'm not as depressed as I used to be when I was younger
-I'm feeling much better today and ate a big breakfast without taking/smoking anything
-I've never been sick before from Marijuana except the first time
-I'm 125lbs and 5 foot. I'll always end up getting my caloric intake even if I skip a day since I'll make it up the next few days. Again, MY ENTIRE LIFE I WOULD GO A FEW DAYS HERE AND THERE WITHOUT EATING!!! It never did ANYTHING like what happened the past few days.
-My marijuana still smells like vomit wtf
-No one I know or have been around is sick, and the last time I was sick was about a month ago with a little cold that went away very quickly
-I've taken m
Thank you so much for helping and I hope you enjoyed the little read.
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