Fixed5217
Bluelighter
Synecdoche: JWH -- An apt title, because this report defines how I now view all of the synthetic cannabinoids.
The setting is a quiet night at home (midnight-ish), with things planned to do the following day—saturday. Pertinent details include that I had had a few cups of coffee earlier in the day around mid morning or noon, and had also done about a two hour workout session involving some rather heavy lifting and mostly swimming where the intervals I was doing had me at my anaerobic threshold. Being recently 21, I'd had a few drinks in the evening—some beers grilling with my dad, and some wine to wash it down with smooth jazz at dinner. I'd also partaken in a Perodomo maduro cigar with my dad after dinner...but after watching a movie, I was certainly sober and ready to get some sleep.
These are all relevant details, as each has some effect on the cardiovascular systems of the body...and mine was healthy. But being well used throughout the day, my heart muscles were fairly unprepared for what lay ahead.
Needing to sleep, but not being entirely tired...I asked my bro about some of the JWH-018 he had. Now we often hang out till late and go for a walk or something after partaking in psychoactives, but tonight we were just off to hitting the hay.
He had been using a lightbulb vape for the JW, and had only added a little bit to an already very resined over piece. I lighted it conservatively, having used a similar apparatus for vaporizing weed, and having gotten more than an ample dose of JWH warranting unpleasant effects. Well the hit I got wasn't much and I waited a minute to ill-satisfaction. I asked my bro to light me a hit. That was a lung burster—maybe not a good sign for pure JW. I, feeling a bit high already, thanked my bro and said goodnight to retire to my couch.
I layed down, but kept getting higher...and higher...and higher over the next ten to fifteen minutes. At that point with the high still climbing and the level of discomfort increasing, I went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and checked my heart rate – 185 bpm – hmm, not good. I've only ever been to 205 working at absolute anaerobic overload, whereupon HR subsequently dropped with rest.
I knew this was not something to sneeze, especially after having just smoked.
The rest of my experience blurs a bit with order of events. The images and feelings though – no pun intended – remain a flashbulb memory.
I immediately started drinking water – cool water – to cool my badly overheating body. I remember laying on the floor to try to ease blood pressure. I put an ice pack on my heart and over my forehead to cool both vitals down. I lightning searched the internet to find OD information, to relatively no avail.
Having lifeguard training, I attempted strategies used in cardio emergencies with the ever-growing though in my head of calling an ambulance. In absence of aspirin and not wanting to rouse my parents and alert them to the situation, I chewed an adult multivitamin (disgusting!!). I even opened our basement freezer door and stood as much inside of the freezer as possible...guys I was desperately taking measures. Hypoxia experienced due to the JWH breathing depression was rather severe as well, I had to force breaths in betwixt my massive heart-rate--this also made sleep a near impossibility later.
That was the extent of available options or ones I could think of short of the ER. I experienced moderate chest pain from about 30 minutes in and my left arm began numbing. Whenever I took some of these courses of action I proceeded slowly as standing up pushed me very closely towards loss of consciousness. The sensations in my brain were horrible, feeling like the JWH was eating away at my CB receptors—not objectively unlike descriptions of SSRI 'brain zaps.'
Well, despite enduring all of these symptoms and putting 911 on speed dial in the cell phone I had in my hand at all times, I decided to lay down. At some point I decided to pray. Talking to God really relieved, if nothing else, a tiny bit of the anxiety I was experiencing. I guess I was resigned to the outcomes of the situation at that point, but that was one of the most real conversations I've ever had with mr. Omega.
I'd tried closing my eyes to fall asleep, but the body load and paradoxical cannabinoid stimulation would not let me sleep. I just kind of layed there with my brain running on overdrive throughout. I can't remember most of the thoughts I had running up there, but I had a lot. At some point, by the grace of God, I fell asleep. I had been enduring the acute effects of a JWH overdose, and what I would describe as nothing less than a mild myocardial infarction for over 2 hours, maybe 4 but who knows when sleep actually befell me.
I awoke the next day and boy was my chest ever sore, my heart hurt, and I needed no prompting to avoid the cup of coffee I was offered at breakfast. I told my brother what had happened – neither of us will so much as touch JWH's to this day. I have to thank something that I made it through the experience alive and that 6 months later I experience no noticeable lasting cardiovascular damage. I'm certain that some of my precursor activities may have lowered the threshold for my experienced acute side effects, but the point is I unintentionally undertook a massive overdose.
My conclusions are that using a vaporizer holding residual product is not at all a prudent idea for chemicals with such a steep dose response curve as JWH, and that benzos should be available to the general public for emergency use. While the latter will never happen, I think I've carried away enough long lasting lessons from this and I hope it will resonate well with those of you who take the time to share the experience vicariously.
The setting is a quiet night at home (midnight-ish), with things planned to do the following day—saturday. Pertinent details include that I had had a few cups of coffee earlier in the day around mid morning or noon, and had also done about a two hour workout session involving some rather heavy lifting and mostly swimming where the intervals I was doing had me at my anaerobic threshold. Being recently 21, I'd had a few drinks in the evening—some beers grilling with my dad, and some wine to wash it down with smooth jazz at dinner. I'd also partaken in a Perodomo maduro cigar with my dad after dinner...but after watching a movie, I was certainly sober and ready to get some sleep.
These are all relevant details, as each has some effect on the cardiovascular systems of the body...and mine was healthy. But being well used throughout the day, my heart muscles were fairly unprepared for what lay ahead.
Needing to sleep, but not being entirely tired...I asked my bro about some of the JWH-018 he had. Now we often hang out till late and go for a walk or something after partaking in psychoactives, but tonight we were just off to hitting the hay.
He had been using a lightbulb vape for the JW, and had only added a little bit to an already very resined over piece. I lighted it conservatively, having used a similar apparatus for vaporizing weed, and having gotten more than an ample dose of JWH warranting unpleasant effects. Well the hit I got wasn't much and I waited a minute to ill-satisfaction. I asked my bro to light me a hit. That was a lung burster—maybe not a good sign for pure JW. I, feeling a bit high already, thanked my bro and said goodnight to retire to my couch.
I layed down, but kept getting higher...and higher...and higher over the next ten to fifteen minutes. At that point with the high still climbing and the level of discomfort increasing, I went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and checked my heart rate – 185 bpm – hmm, not good. I've only ever been to 205 working at absolute anaerobic overload, whereupon HR subsequently dropped with rest.
I knew this was not something to sneeze, especially after having just smoked.
The rest of my experience blurs a bit with order of events. The images and feelings though – no pun intended – remain a flashbulb memory.
I immediately started drinking water – cool water – to cool my badly overheating body. I remember laying on the floor to try to ease blood pressure. I put an ice pack on my heart and over my forehead to cool both vitals down. I lightning searched the internet to find OD information, to relatively no avail.
Having lifeguard training, I attempted strategies used in cardio emergencies with the ever-growing though in my head of calling an ambulance. In absence of aspirin and not wanting to rouse my parents and alert them to the situation, I chewed an adult multivitamin (disgusting!!). I even opened our basement freezer door and stood as much inside of the freezer as possible...guys I was desperately taking measures. Hypoxia experienced due to the JWH breathing depression was rather severe as well, I had to force breaths in betwixt my massive heart-rate--this also made sleep a near impossibility later.
That was the extent of available options or ones I could think of short of the ER. I experienced moderate chest pain from about 30 minutes in and my left arm began numbing. Whenever I took some of these courses of action I proceeded slowly as standing up pushed me very closely towards loss of consciousness. The sensations in my brain were horrible, feeling like the JWH was eating away at my CB receptors—not objectively unlike descriptions of SSRI 'brain zaps.'
Well, despite enduring all of these symptoms and putting 911 on speed dial in the cell phone I had in my hand at all times, I decided to lay down. At some point I decided to pray. Talking to God really relieved, if nothing else, a tiny bit of the anxiety I was experiencing. I guess I was resigned to the outcomes of the situation at that point, but that was one of the most real conversations I've ever had with mr. Omega.
I'd tried closing my eyes to fall asleep, but the body load and paradoxical cannabinoid stimulation would not let me sleep. I just kind of layed there with my brain running on overdrive throughout. I can't remember most of the thoughts I had running up there, but I had a lot. At some point, by the grace of God, I fell asleep. I had been enduring the acute effects of a JWH overdose, and what I would describe as nothing less than a mild myocardial infarction for over 2 hours, maybe 4 but who knows when sleep actually befell me.
I awoke the next day and boy was my chest ever sore, my heart hurt, and I needed no prompting to avoid the cup of coffee I was offered at breakfast. I told my brother what had happened – neither of us will so much as touch JWH's to this day. I have to thank something that I made it through the experience alive and that 6 months later I experience no noticeable lasting cardiovascular damage. I'm certain that some of my precursor activities may have lowered the threshold for my experienced acute side effects, but the point is I unintentionally undertook a massive overdose.
My conclusions are that using a vaporizer holding residual product is not at all a prudent idea for chemicals with such a steep dose response curve as JWH, and that benzos should be available to the general public for emergency use. While the latter will never happen, I think I've carried away enough long lasting lessons from this and I hope it will resonate well with those of you who take the time to share the experience vicariously.
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