Just came back from hospital, at one point I thought I was going to die.
Basically I got a joint with haze skunk in, which I was told that it was probably the most potent batch anyone can ever get, off the street.
Now I am not a regular user. In fact I haven't smoked for a few years. And in the past, it was either through a bong or just half joints, and they were weak stuff.
After smoking the joint, I initially felt the usual cannabis effects, but much stronger. Shortly after, I started feeling numb, which I was actually enjoying for a few moments. But then the numbness started to spread, at which point I started thinking , "hang on, this is not right!"
I sat down, which made it worse. So I stood up, that didn't help either. It became difficult to move my arms and legs. It is at this point my breathing became very difficult - I had to really concentrate to breath, otherwise I would "forget" to breath, so I called an ambulance (which was rather difficult by the way).
I am so glad I called an ambulance while I could, because in the next five minutes I literally couldn't move at all, as I had to put all my energy in to breath. My mouth and nose were both numb, and so was my chest, so I had to "teach" myself how to breath. I drifted out for a few second and my body didn't know how to breath. I had these images in my head where I passed out from the lack of oxygen - I thought I was going to die, or damaged permenantly, then a panic attack started. My thoughts were racing, my anxiety kept bringing bad thoughts, which I had to keep telling myself "this will be over soon" to try to get rid of.
Luckily the ambulance arrived very quickly. With the presence of the medic I felt slightly relief, and managed to speak again, although very slowly. He told me my heart was pumping at around 170 bpm, coupled with my anxiety that's what made my breathing difficult, which he helped me to regulate. Then he called a proper ambulance to take me to the hospital.
Between the time the proper ambulance arrived and being seen by the doctor in A&E, it was probably the scariest part of my life so far. Breathing was still extremely difficult, but what made it worse is that I was constantly fighting for consciousness. It was a bit like having to stay up all night then going to a boring lecture, and trying not to fall to sleep. I knew I could not lose consciousness because I wouldn't be able to breath. The reason I had to "fight" is because a LOT of bad thoughts kept coming up, and I had all these psychedelic images right in front of me, telling me to sleep. There was also a criminal handcuffed by a couple of policemen being questioned on a bed nearby, which made me very uncomfortable. I wasn't too sure whether it was real at the time because a lot of weird images showed in front on my eyes, but later I saw him in another part of the hospital. I remember one of the topics they talked about is the definition of "shame", which is strange because they were so far away I shouldn't have been able to hear anything, but my hearing and smelling were extremely sensitive at the time.
I was very scared, as dying never became so real, and the only things that kept me sane were a clock on the wall, and my heart monitor. The sense of time was really crazy - at times millions of thoughts went through in a second, and then the next thing I knew half an hour went by without me noticing. The clock sort of provided a reality check. Every time I looked at the heart rate monitor it provided a bit of relief from the anxiety, as I could see my heart rate dropping to normal, very slowly. My heart rate slowed down from 120 to around 80 during the 2 hours on the A&E bed. Without these two my anxiety definitely would have been much worse.
As soon as a doctor walked in, I immediately felt a lot better. She then did the standard tests to make sure I could feel things, I could move my fingers, etc. It sort of amazed me because I could do all those with enough concentration, I said to myself "this isn't so bad then!" and the panic attack was officially over. I was drifting in and out so I didn't quite catch her name, but whoever she is I am forever thankful.
Throughout the rest of the day there was still plenty of numbness and difficulty of breathing, but nothing that I couldn't control or stand. Didn't sleep too well because all these flashbacks of everything that had happened kept coming up. Still feeling very weak and a total lack of energy today, but at least I am home now.
So the questions... what exactly happened? I had weed in the past, so it cannot have been allergic reaction, can it? But I hadn't used cannabis in the last few years, could an allergy reaction have developed since? Or maybe I am only allergic to this particular kind of weed? Could it just have something to do with the amount? Or, could the skunk have been mixed/cut with something psychedelic? I am interested in knowing what the hell exactly happened, so any insight would be appreciated! Thank you.
One thing that ruined my day - there was no euphoria at any point!!
Basically I got a joint with haze skunk in, which I was told that it was probably the most potent batch anyone can ever get, off the street.
Now I am not a regular user. In fact I haven't smoked for a few years. And in the past, it was either through a bong or just half joints, and they were weak stuff.
After smoking the joint, I initially felt the usual cannabis effects, but much stronger. Shortly after, I started feeling numb, which I was actually enjoying for a few moments. But then the numbness started to spread, at which point I started thinking , "hang on, this is not right!"
I sat down, which made it worse. So I stood up, that didn't help either. It became difficult to move my arms and legs. It is at this point my breathing became very difficult - I had to really concentrate to breath, otherwise I would "forget" to breath, so I called an ambulance (which was rather difficult by the way).
I am so glad I called an ambulance while I could, because in the next five minutes I literally couldn't move at all, as I had to put all my energy in to breath. My mouth and nose were both numb, and so was my chest, so I had to "teach" myself how to breath. I drifted out for a few second and my body didn't know how to breath. I had these images in my head where I passed out from the lack of oxygen - I thought I was going to die, or damaged permenantly, then a panic attack started. My thoughts were racing, my anxiety kept bringing bad thoughts, which I had to keep telling myself "this will be over soon" to try to get rid of.
Luckily the ambulance arrived very quickly. With the presence of the medic I felt slightly relief, and managed to speak again, although very slowly. He told me my heart was pumping at around 170 bpm, coupled with my anxiety that's what made my breathing difficult, which he helped me to regulate. Then he called a proper ambulance to take me to the hospital.
Between the time the proper ambulance arrived and being seen by the doctor in A&E, it was probably the scariest part of my life so far. Breathing was still extremely difficult, but what made it worse is that I was constantly fighting for consciousness. It was a bit like having to stay up all night then going to a boring lecture, and trying not to fall to sleep. I knew I could not lose consciousness because I wouldn't be able to breath. The reason I had to "fight" is because a LOT of bad thoughts kept coming up, and I had all these psychedelic images right in front of me, telling me to sleep. There was also a criminal handcuffed by a couple of policemen being questioned on a bed nearby, which made me very uncomfortable. I wasn't too sure whether it was real at the time because a lot of weird images showed in front on my eyes, but later I saw him in another part of the hospital. I remember one of the topics they talked about is the definition of "shame", which is strange because they were so far away I shouldn't have been able to hear anything, but my hearing and smelling were extremely sensitive at the time.
I was very scared, as dying never became so real, and the only things that kept me sane were a clock on the wall, and my heart monitor. The sense of time was really crazy - at times millions of thoughts went through in a second, and then the next thing I knew half an hour went by without me noticing. The clock sort of provided a reality check. Every time I looked at the heart rate monitor it provided a bit of relief from the anxiety, as I could see my heart rate dropping to normal, very slowly. My heart rate slowed down from 120 to around 80 during the 2 hours on the A&E bed. Without these two my anxiety definitely would have been much worse.
As soon as a doctor walked in, I immediately felt a lot better. She then did the standard tests to make sure I could feel things, I could move my fingers, etc. It sort of amazed me because I could do all those with enough concentration, I said to myself "this isn't so bad then!" and the panic attack was officially over. I was drifting in and out so I didn't quite catch her name, but whoever she is I am forever thankful.
Throughout the rest of the day there was still plenty of numbness and difficulty of breathing, but nothing that I couldn't control or stand. Didn't sleep too well because all these flashbacks of everything that had happened kept coming up. Still feeling very weak and a total lack of energy today, but at least I am home now.
So the questions... what exactly happened? I had weed in the past, so it cannot have been allergic reaction, can it? But I hadn't used cannabis in the last few years, could an allergy reaction have developed since? Or maybe I am only allergic to this particular kind of weed? Could it just have something to do with the amount? Or, could the skunk have been mixed/cut with something psychedelic? I am interested in knowing what the hell exactly happened, so any insight would be appreciated! Thank you.
One thing that ruined my day - there was no euphoria at any point!!
you ruined my day by wasting some danks and you get loser points for being a TRIPPERrrrrr
