AssociateofDis
Greenlighter
After introductions to MXE by friends, I see the value of using the substance responsibly. After years of 'just say no' attitude, I guess I've changed to 'just say occasionally'. Being relatively emotionally stable I haven't felt a need for medication prescription or otherwise. However, I did have a bout with a strange anxiety related problem that went on for days. This was exacerbated at the time as herbs intended to help me by my family Ginko-Biloba were substituted by my well-meaning mother-in-law (who had not yet been diagnosed with Alzheimer's)with St. John's Wort, Valerian root, and other herbs that had been intended for my wife. Unfamiliar with their effects and wondering if it was related to my initial tingling of the head I sought medical help that resulted in a whole lot of unnecessary medical expenditures. I was prescribed an anti-depressant, but I did not like its effect at all and ceased after 5 days. It almost seemed like it was making me worse. Ceasing the herbs my problems went away.
I rarely drink.
My only other exposure to drugs was marijuana that I experimented with from my wife's stash. She had pretty much quit and unbeknownst to her I tried an experiment out of curiosity. I wanted to test my hypothesis about time distortion on marijuana. The idea was to measure my estimate of elapsed time by uncovering a hidden clock in every fifteen minutes and writing down the actual time. All other sources of timekeeping were covered up. For a couple hours a day I recorded the data for 3 consecutive days. Then I tried marijuana and had difficulty taking a desired amount in since I've never smoked anything before. So I built a water pipe out of copper tubing and a mason jar. I became stoned enough to hear myself thinking in a delayed version of my own voice. I thought it very interesting. Anyway I again recorded the data of elapsed time on three consecutive Fridays (when my wife was away. She never knew of this.) After that I did another baseline sober for a couple days. The results blew my hypothesis as I had intended to see a measurable amount of inability to estimate time under the influence. The baseline tests before and after showed I was never more accurate than 2 minutes of of 15 and never worse than 6 minutes. Howeve, on the one test when I smoked a little marijuana I was accurate to a minute and a half. When I was very stoned I was never off by more tha 20 seconds. But to me the side effects outweighed any benefits and I did not feel a need to use anymore.
Another incident was my family a I were at a community garage sale (about 250 homes had sales) and we had split up and it was near the end of the sale time. I happened upon a couple girls about age 9 selling brownies at a driveway in a cul-de-sac. They had just run out, but when I passed by their card table again they were again supplied and I heard one of them saying to the other "isn't that your brother's brownies" to which she replied "it's ok" Being hungry and wanting to treat my family I bought the whole tray of brownies. I couldn't locate my kids or wife as they were blocks away, I keep eating the brownies. (It was a small tray -about 12 brownies) Since they tasted like dirt I wasn't sure that my family would like them and as the saying goes "I can't believe I ate the whole thing." The mix hadn't been stirred well and the last brownie was the worst with a bitter, gritty taste and texture. I was very stoned for a day and a half and let my wife drive home even as the effects were increasing. I figured out what had happened and just rode it out. But I did take a day of work. That could have gone wrong in so many ways, but upon returning a couple days later I couldn't tell which cul-de-sak they came from.
See my trip report about my MXE introduction. At least it should be a comical read.
I rarely drink.
My only other exposure to drugs was marijuana that I experimented with from my wife's stash. She had pretty much quit and unbeknownst to her I tried an experiment out of curiosity. I wanted to test my hypothesis about time distortion on marijuana. The idea was to measure my estimate of elapsed time by uncovering a hidden clock in every fifteen minutes and writing down the actual time. All other sources of timekeeping were covered up. For a couple hours a day I recorded the data for 3 consecutive days. Then I tried marijuana and had difficulty taking a desired amount in since I've never smoked anything before. So I built a water pipe out of copper tubing and a mason jar. I became stoned enough to hear myself thinking in a delayed version of my own voice. I thought it very interesting. Anyway I again recorded the data of elapsed time on three consecutive Fridays (when my wife was away. She never knew of this.) After that I did another baseline sober for a couple days. The results blew my hypothesis as I had intended to see a measurable amount of inability to estimate time under the influence. The baseline tests before and after showed I was never more accurate than 2 minutes of of 15 and never worse than 6 minutes. Howeve, on the one test when I smoked a little marijuana I was accurate to a minute and a half. When I was very stoned I was never off by more tha 20 seconds. But to me the side effects outweighed any benefits and I did not feel a need to use anymore.
Another incident was my family a I were at a community garage sale (about 250 homes had sales) and we had split up and it was near the end of the sale time. I happened upon a couple girls about age 9 selling brownies at a driveway in a cul-de-sac. They had just run out, but when I passed by their card table again they were again supplied and I heard one of them saying to the other "isn't that your brother's brownies" to which she replied "it's ok" Being hungry and wanting to treat my family I bought the whole tray of brownies. I couldn't locate my kids or wife as they were blocks away, I keep eating the brownies. (It was a small tray -about 12 brownies) Since they tasted like dirt I wasn't sure that my family would like them and as the saying goes "I can't believe I ate the whole thing." The mix hadn't been stirred well and the last brownie was the worst with a bitter, gritty taste and texture. I was very stoned for a day and a half and let my wife drive home even as the effects were increasing. I figured out what had happened and just rode it out. But I did take a day of work. That could have gone wrong in so many ways, but upon returning a couple days later I couldn't tell which cul-de-sak they came from.
See my trip report about my MXE introduction. At least it should be a comical read.
