yes dont do nutmeg heres why and yes ive seen it in person. It just makes you sick and throw up like you are having an exorcism lol. Just a fraction of the story below.
Now it was about 5 hours in and I felt lethargic and unable to move, I knew the nutmeg high was beginning to take it's terrible effect. I got a call from a friend at this point and he wanted me to come hang out. I was by myself so it seemed like a good way to get my mind off of this terrible thing.
I put on my clothes and suddenly, like the floodgates had been opened, I was more stoned than I had even been in my life. I felt unable to move as though I had a wet towel wrapped around my body. I knew I couldn't meet my friend. I called back my friend and told him I was ill, that I thought I'd come down with the flu, when I hung up the phone I wasn't sure if I really had talked to him, I checked my calls log to make sure.
I was really feeling shitty now and ran to the bathroom trying to puke it up (Which seemed like a good idea) I stuck my fingers down my throat, retched and gagged, but nothing came up. I knew I had no choice but to, as I phrased it in my mind right then and there: 'Ride this strange torpedo out to the end'.
I wish I had researched this a bit more, if I had known then what I know now I would have put on some music and sat down until I was calm, I would've just went with it instead of hoping it would be over soon. Instead kept pacing around my room with an intense feeling of nervousness and anxiety that I couldn't shake off.
My eyes were red as hell and made a scratching sound when I blinked. My mouth was beyond cotton mouth, it was as though my tongue was made of wax paper and my saliva glands had gone on strike. I was sooo thirsty but it was even hard holding water in my mouth. I didn't like the taste of the tap water so it just wasn't providing relief the way I wanted it too. I tried falling asleep but it was made more difficult by a feeling that I was unable to breathe unless I concentrated on it. Every time my mind wandered, I felt like I was suffocating.it made me very depressed emotionally, I felt like a failure, everything I had ever done wrong seemed to be flying through my brain.
At midnight finally my mom and her boyfriend had gotten home. She was drunk and almost in as bad a shape as I was, which is kinda funny because I don't see her like that often. Her voice was distorted, like she was speaking from a very long distance, and I could just barely remember what she was even saying at the time.
