expothead
Bluelighter
I had a nasty panic attack yesterday, which is weird because I haven't had one for a long time and there was nothing extraordinary about yesterday. The upside of it was that i'm pretty sure I understand what caused it.
I did have a busy day that was non-stop from go to woah. The day started with my childs nightmare at 6am, rushing to get kids to school, rushing to pick up parts for work, driving 1.5 hours to a client to fix stuff. Rushing to fix the stuff. Rushing 1.5 hours back home to pick up the kids after school. Speaking to clients on the phone. Picking up more parts and grabbing ingredients for dinner.
Now at this stage it was about 4:30pm, and i've still got to prepare dinner, put together a quote for a client, check emails etc etc but I thought it was time to reward myself with a snifter - which always makes those jobs a little less mundane.
So I vaped a small amount of herb.
Now for some reason, my mind was still running fast planning all the things I gotta do, and after a minute or two, I can feel the stone coming on. But dammit, my mind was trying to fight it! It was as if it felt it couldn't afford to be stoned and needed its wits about it. About now, I realised that this could get ugly and a little shot of adrenaline hits. I start wrestling with my mind, which is trying to remain straight and has developed a fear that it will forget all the things i've got to do.
Shit, shit, shit.
I start reasoning with my mind, trying to convince it those things are not overly important, and not something i'm going to forget anyway. Its no good, and i've just remembered the kids are crumbing schnitzel in the kitchen for me. What if they need to ask me a question? Shit. Will I be able to reply? Perhaps I'll have to say "Daddy needs a minute." Shit.
Fuck me, my hearts going a million miles an hour. Or is it? Breathe calm. Fuck - I hope it doesn't get any stronger. Shit, walk from room to room - try and stay busy. Couldn't handle facing the kids at the moment. Fuck you don't suppose i'd have a heart attack? That would be great for the kids - you idiot!! How was I supposed to know.
Alright, breathe calm. Go hide in the bedroom. Maybe a little meditating might help. No, can't meditate, too hyped. Fuck.
"We're finished".
"OK, i'll be there shortly" Shit. Breathe.
Alright, time to just go with it. Need some.. thing... to... distract... me. Must... stop... thinking... about... responsibilities.......
Ah, look a Boating Manual - perfect.
I flip open the page and start reading about licenses and boating rules - and I start to get in to it. It takes me about 5 minutes, but the anxiety is slowly dissipating.
OK, got it together now. Check my eyes in the bathroom - there red as fuck. I put some visine in and wait a minute or two.
I head in the kitchen, and the paranoia that my kids are gonna think i'm stoned threatens to roll me again. But there not really at that age yet, so its all just in my head.
I go to the sink, and i'm really wasted, and a bit shaky from the little episode. I peel the potatoes and carrots in relative silence, and chuck 'em in the oven.
I let out a sigh, and feel OK. That is until the wife gets home. But that's another story...
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_marijuana
substancecode_cannabis
explevel_experienced
exptype_negative
exptype_difficult
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
I did have a busy day that was non-stop from go to woah. The day started with my childs nightmare at 6am, rushing to get kids to school, rushing to pick up parts for work, driving 1.5 hours to a client to fix stuff. Rushing to fix the stuff. Rushing 1.5 hours back home to pick up the kids after school. Speaking to clients on the phone. Picking up more parts and grabbing ingredients for dinner.
Now at this stage it was about 4:30pm, and i've still got to prepare dinner, put together a quote for a client, check emails etc etc but I thought it was time to reward myself with a snifter - which always makes those jobs a little less mundane.
So I vaped a small amount of herb.
Now for some reason, my mind was still running fast planning all the things I gotta do, and after a minute or two, I can feel the stone coming on. But dammit, my mind was trying to fight it! It was as if it felt it couldn't afford to be stoned and needed its wits about it. About now, I realised that this could get ugly and a little shot of adrenaline hits. I start wrestling with my mind, which is trying to remain straight and has developed a fear that it will forget all the things i've got to do.
Shit, shit, shit.
I start reasoning with my mind, trying to convince it those things are not overly important, and not something i'm going to forget anyway. Its no good, and i've just remembered the kids are crumbing schnitzel in the kitchen for me. What if they need to ask me a question? Shit. Will I be able to reply? Perhaps I'll have to say "Daddy needs a minute." Shit.
Fuck me, my hearts going a million miles an hour. Or is it? Breathe calm. Fuck - I hope it doesn't get any stronger. Shit, walk from room to room - try and stay busy. Couldn't handle facing the kids at the moment. Fuck you don't suppose i'd have a heart attack? That would be great for the kids - you idiot!! How was I supposed to know.
Alright, breathe calm. Go hide in the bedroom. Maybe a little meditating might help. No, can't meditate, too hyped. Fuck.
"We're finished".
"OK, i'll be there shortly" Shit. Breathe.
Alright, time to just go with it. Need some.. thing... to... distract... me. Must... stop... thinking... about... responsibilities.......
Ah, look a Boating Manual - perfect.
I flip open the page and start reading about licenses and boating rules - and I start to get in to it. It takes me about 5 minutes, but the anxiety is slowly dissipating.
OK, got it together now. Check my eyes in the bathroom - there red as fuck. I put some visine in and wait a minute or two.
I head in the kitchen, and the paranoia that my kids are gonna think i'm stoned threatens to roll me again. But there not really at that age yet, so its all just in my head.
I go to the sink, and i'm really wasted, and a bit shaky from the little episode. I peel the potatoes and carrots in relative silence, and chuck 'em in the oven.
I let out a sigh, and feel OK. That is until the wife gets home. But that's another story...
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_marijuana
substancecode_cannabis
explevel_experienced
exptype_negative
exptype_difficult
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
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