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I'm so sorry this ended up being so long, but I just want to put as much info and context as I can. I hope I can borrow the time it will take you to read it.
TL;DR: Suffered extreme anxiety episode after consuming Polka Dot bar, now terrified after it has randomly reoccurred without having taken anything for almost a week.
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I've spent the past year on a pretty regular regimen of gummies. (though the latter was reserved for a once-a-month treat). I tried not to make my consumption an every day thing, but my job constantly caused me really bad stress, so sometimes I just couldn't help it. I mean, it was still a decision I made of my own volition but you know what I mean. I ended up inadvertently raising my tolerance level to the point that I could take a whole one and sometimes it would barely hit. Another weird effect began happening more recently where...I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but my brain would just go nuts. My inner dialogue would be absolutely overwhelmed with a rapid-fire onslaught of completely random words, thoughts, and even sound effects (like a motorcycle revving), all overlapping. Scared the shit out of me the first time and I thought I was having a stroke. Confusingly though, I still had control over my actual inner dialogue and was completely of sound mind otherwise. It was literally like two entities going on in my head. I'd sit there and work out what was going on in my head, all the while "hearing" the other thing shouting in the background. Note: not literally hearing them. Internally only. I eventually realized I could lessen the effect (or even reduce it entirely) by simply focusing on at least 3 other things. There was just no room left for it in my consciousness and it would quiet down. It didn't always happen when I took the deltas, but when it did I considered it a "too high" moment and wouldn't have any gummies for at least a week or more. Never happend with the mushroom ones. More on that in a minute.
Due to the frequency of my visits, I ended up striking up a friendship with the guy at the head shop I was buying all this from. Cool dude, really knows his shit. One day, recommended bars. Said he too, had inadvertently raised his tolerance levels over the years and enjoyed half of one of the bars every 5-6 days. He advised only taking up to one half of it in one sitting due to the high dosage and to wait the same amount of time in between. I followed that advice and yeah, it was pretty legit. Fun stuff. But at 30 bucks a pop, I decided that was going to be an even rarer treat. Well, I finally lost said aforementioned job in mid-January. My stress levels have unsurprisingly not improved. I ended up having half a Polka Dot not long afterward just to relax one night and it acted like it always does; I'd had one before (split between two separate occasions, as recommended) so I knew what to expect. Came and went, no big deal. I decided to enjoy the other half last Thursday and this is where things really got scary.
Instead of the slow burn ramp-up over the course of an hour or so followed by 3-4 hours of wavy gravy space travel, within about 20 minutes I began to feel positively consumed with the worst anxiety attack I've ever had in my life. In fact, I've never had one. I've been stressed before, but this was physically tangible. It's like my Spidey sense was going off at DEFCON 1. My overall system was just in sheer, primal panic mode. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest and my breathing was a little shallow. There was no pain, but there was...something going on with my chest. I had serious brain fog. Everything just seemed so overwhelming. I had to look at the floor because the decorations in my apartment were overwhelming. I was still able to perfectly recite my name, address, the alphabet, etc. and my smile was symmetrical however. But my inner voice was actively, consciously yelling at me "YOU ARE DYING." I called 911. The EMTs gave me a good once-over and an EKG. All was normal. Heart was beating a little faster due to the stress of the situation, but nowhere even remotely near dangerous levels. My blood oxygen and pressure were within the acceptable ranges. Everything they checked out came back perfectly normal. I denied a trip to the hospital (can't afford that) and was told all I could do otherwise was to simply wait it out. Just a bad trip and nothing more. I also had frequent, but mild diarrhea throughout the day until there was simply nothing left inside to expel. I drank a metric shit ton of water all day and night. The fuckin' thing lasted well into the wee hours of the night, but in an increasingly diminished capacity as it went along. If it was at a 10/10 when I called 911, it was a 4/10 by the time I finally fell asleep around 4 am. I simply couldn't remain awake anymore. I was legitimately afraid of dying so I wanted to stay up as long as I could. I was so relieved to wake up in the morning. It's still been somewhat present each day after that, but once again with diminishing returns. This morning was the first one where it had completely disappeared. I finally felt like my old self again. I could move on.
...that is, until it started to happen again. Completely out of the blue.
I was sitting here on the couch as I am now, having fun on my laptop in New Vegas and background-watching Youtube videos on the TV. All regular activities that I was actively enjoying at that moment. Not a drop of stress nor anything to cause it. The video I was watching was a funny one I'd just laughed at moments before. Then almost like being hit by lightning, I had a sudden surge of adrenaline/anxiety and it all swept back in like the tide. At first I hoped it was just hunger manifesting in a strange way (as I hadn't eaten yet), but I couldn't even finish the ramen noodles I ended up hastily slapping together. I was hungry, but had an almost anti-appetite. I haven't taken anything since last Thursday. No mushrooms, no deltas, nothing. Hell, I haven't even had any alcohol just to be on the safe side.
I took my Prozac and Wellbutrin for the first time since losing my job, hoping they would do their job as, well, anxiety medication. I eventually ended up going to the CareNow around the corner (RIP to that $230 ;__; ) and by the time I was all checked in and waiting my turn (there were only 2 people in front of me), it had lessened significantly. I sat there patiently reading the book I'd brought with me until I slowly began to find myself unable to concentrate on it; I could barely even stand to look at the words on the page without my fight-or-flight kicking in. Simply too much information for my brain to process. All the symptoms mentioned above suddenly SHOT back up, higher than they were before I left the house and closer to the first time, if I'm honest. I got up, explained this, and asked if they could at the very least have someone check my vitals real quick and they sent me back to be seen instead. I was next, anyway. At least there was no diarrhea this time.
Now I have a rule about not panicking unless the experts do on any given subject so when everybody was chill after my vitals were taken, it eased up ever so slightly. I was eventually given another EKG and an X-ray and as before, everything came back healthy as a horse. The doc even complimented my results. He too determined that it was an extreme anxiety attack, likely a residual effect of the mushroom bar as before. He advised that I simply keep focusing on taking my meds, continue drinking tons of water, and lay off the fun stuff for a very long time, if not permanently. Waaaaay ahead of you, buddy. I do appreciate that there was no judgement from him regarding the latter, however.
And now the moment you've all been waiting for:
Is...is this permanent? Did I somehow fuck up my brain chemistry enough by simply oversaturating my system with gas station drugs? It's not like I'm over here smoking crack. I never have and never will take any other kind of drugs other than ones prescribed to me. I don't even smoke. I know drugs can rewire a person's brain of course (I mean that's kind of the point), but I feel like my case isn't quite up to the level for that to happen. Once was bad enough but I'm now legitimately frightened that it happened again out of the blue, drugs or not. Has this happened to anyone else? I'm really hoping that it's either just a one-off, or something I'll have to endure for a short while as all the shit completely exits my system. That I can do, despite how nightmarishly unpleasant it is. But I'm honestly low-key terrified that this shit now can and will strike at any time for the rest of my life. I'm even more worried that despite the good heart health, I've done irreversible damage to my brain that will only get worse. What have I done and what is happening to me? Can anything be done about it? Please help me. I've never been so scared.
If you've made it this far, I genuinely thank you for taking the time to read it.
TL;DR: Suffered extreme anxiety episode after consuming Polka Dot bar, now terrified after it has randomly reoccurred without having taken anything for almost a week.
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I've spent the past year on a pretty regular regimen of gummies. (though the latter was reserved for a once-a-month treat). I tried not to make my consumption an every day thing, but my job constantly caused me really bad stress, so sometimes I just couldn't help it. I mean, it was still a decision I made of my own volition but you know what I mean. I ended up inadvertently raising my tolerance level to the point that I could take a whole one and sometimes it would barely hit. Another weird effect began happening more recently where...I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but my brain would just go nuts. My inner dialogue would be absolutely overwhelmed with a rapid-fire onslaught of completely random words, thoughts, and even sound effects (like a motorcycle revving), all overlapping. Scared the shit out of me the first time and I thought I was having a stroke. Confusingly though, I still had control over my actual inner dialogue and was completely of sound mind otherwise. It was literally like two entities going on in my head. I'd sit there and work out what was going on in my head, all the while "hearing" the other thing shouting in the background. Note: not literally hearing them. Internally only. I eventually realized I could lessen the effect (or even reduce it entirely) by simply focusing on at least 3 other things. There was just no room left for it in my consciousness and it would quiet down. It didn't always happen when I took the deltas, but when it did I considered it a "too high" moment and wouldn't have any gummies for at least a week or more. Never happend with the mushroom ones. More on that in a minute.
Due to the frequency of my visits, I ended up striking up a friendship with the guy at the head shop I was buying all this from. Cool dude, really knows his shit. One day, recommended bars. Said he too, had inadvertently raised his tolerance levels over the years and enjoyed half of one of the bars every 5-6 days. He advised only taking up to one half of it in one sitting due to the high dosage and to wait the same amount of time in between. I followed that advice and yeah, it was pretty legit. Fun stuff. But at 30 bucks a pop, I decided that was going to be an even rarer treat. Well, I finally lost said aforementioned job in mid-January. My stress levels have unsurprisingly not improved. I ended up having half a Polka Dot not long afterward just to relax one night and it acted like it always does; I'd had one before (split between two separate occasions, as recommended) so I knew what to expect. Came and went, no big deal. I decided to enjoy the other half last Thursday and this is where things really got scary.
Instead of the slow burn ramp-up over the course of an hour or so followed by 3-4 hours of wavy gravy space travel, within about 20 minutes I began to feel positively consumed with the worst anxiety attack I've ever had in my life. In fact, I've never had one. I've been stressed before, but this was physically tangible. It's like my Spidey sense was going off at DEFCON 1. My overall system was just in sheer, primal panic mode. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest and my breathing was a little shallow. There was no pain, but there was...something going on with my chest. I had serious brain fog. Everything just seemed so overwhelming. I had to look at the floor because the decorations in my apartment were overwhelming. I was still able to perfectly recite my name, address, the alphabet, etc. and my smile was symmetrical however. But my inner voice was actively, consciously yelling at me "YOU ARE DYING." I called 911. The EMTs gave me a good once-over and an EKG. All was normal. Heart was beating a little faster due to the stress of the situation, but nowhere even remotely near dangerous levels. My blood oxygen and pressure were within the acceptable ranges. Everything they checked out came back perfectly normal. I denied a trip to the hospital (can't afford that) and was told all I could do otherwise was to simply wait it out. Just a bad trip and nothing more. I also had frequent, but mild diarrhea throughout the day until there was simply nothing left inside to expel. I drank a metric shit ton of water all day and night. The fuckin' thing lasted well into the wee hours of the night, but in an increasingly diminished capacity as it went along. If it was at a 10/10 when I called 911, it was a 4/10 by the time I finally fell asleep around 4 am. I simply couldn't remain awake anymore. I was legitimately afraid of dying so I wanted to stay up as long as I could. I was so relieved to wake up in the morning. It's still been somewhat present each day after that, but once again with diminishing returns. This morning was the first one where it had completely disappeared. I finally felt like my old self again. I could move on.
...that is, until it started to happen again. Completely out of the blue.
I was sitting here on the couch as I am now, having fun on my laptop in New Vegas and background-watching Youtube videos on the TV. All regular activities that I was actively enjoying at that moment. Not a drop of stress nor anything to cause it. The video I was watching was a funny one I'd just laughed at moments before. Then almost like being hit by lightning, I had a sudden surge of adrenaline/anxiety and it all swept back in like the tide. At first I hoped it was just hunger manifesting in a strange way (as I hadn't eaten yet), but I couldn't even finish the ramen noodles I ended up hastily slapping together. I was hungry, but had an almost anti-appetite. I haven't taken anything since last Thursday. No mushrooms, no deltas, nothing. Hell, I haven't even had any alcohol just to be on the safe side.
I took my Prozac and Wellbutrin for the first time since losing my job, hoping they would do their job as, well, anxiety medication. I eventually ended up going to the CareNow around the corner (RIP to that $230 ;__; ) and by the time I was all checked in and waiting my turn (there were only 2 people in front of me), it had lessened significantly. I sat there patiently reading the book I'd brought with me until I slowly began to find myself unable to concentrate on it; I could barely even stand to look at the words on the page without my fight-or-flight kicking in. Simply too much information for my brain to process. All the symptoms mentioned above suddenly SHOT back up, higher than they were before I left the house and closer to the first time, if I'm honest. I got up, explained this, and asked if they could at the very least have someone check my vitals real quick and they sent me back to be seen instead. I was next, anyway. At least there was no diarrhea this time.
Now I have a rule about not panicking unless the experts do on any given subject so when everybody was chill after my vitals were taken, it eased up ever so slightly. I was eventually given another EKG and an X-ray and as before, everything came back healthy as a horse. The doc even complimented my results. He too determined that it was an extreme anxiety attack, likely a residual effect of the mushroom bar as before. He advised that I simply keep focusing on taking my meds, continue drinking tons of water, and lay off the fun stuff for a very long time, if not permanently. Waaaaay ahead of you, buddy. I do appreciate that there was no judgement from him regarding the latter, however.
And now the moment you've all been waiting for:
Is...is this permanent? Did I somehow fuck up my brain chemistry enough by simply oversaturating my system with gas station drugs? It's not like I'm over here smoking crack. I never have and never will take any other kind of drugs other than ones prescribed to me. I don't even smoke. I know drugs can rewire a person's brain of course (I mean that's kind of the point), but I feel like my case isn't quite up to the level for that to happen. Once was bad enough but I'm now legitimately frightened that it happened again out of the blue, drugs or not. Has this happened to anyone else? I'm really hoping that it's either just a one-off, or something I'll have to endure for a short while as all the shit completely exits my system. That I can do, despite how nightmarishly unpleasant it is. But I'm honestly low-key terrified that this shit now can and will strike at any time for the rest of my life. I'm even more worried that despite the good heart health, I've done irreversible damage to my brain that will only get worse. What have I done and what is happening to me? Can anything be done about it? Please help me. I've never been so scared.
If you've made it this far, I genuinely thank you for taking the time to read it.

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