Well...After a week binge, one night I was staying a a friend's parent's place for the night, I was all tweaked out, eating, smoking, sniffing...Smoking way too much pot, and somehow I got it into my head that my adam's apple was disconnected, convinced that it could unhook.
I spent six hours in front of the mirror, forcing my throat around, thinking I was just on the verge of "hooking" two sections back together, hen failing, over and over, through panic attacks. Until I was found in the morning by my friend, and his mother who, heh, held me and told me I was fine and that it would just arrange itself if I left it alone.
Later that day I would see two-foot diameter spiders around, one in particular that stopped infront of me while I was smoking a joint with a friend. It looked at me, scuttled a bit, then lunged at me. I screamed, tried to run, fell, and it was gone. Hah.
And there were the bicycles I'd see go by me, then disappear, only to hear the whirring of the wheels go off into the distance, Yep.
Another time, I had been eating amphetamine for...Three days only, and my sinuses started continually sloughing off mucous down my throat, for over a day, ( I think I was just sick, in retrospect) and at one point I was convinced my lungs were no longer capable of absorbing oxygen due to the mucous, no matter how deeply I breathed, I felt deprived of oxygen, and I started seeing spots and hyperventilating...Another panic attack. Hah, I stuymbled into my dad's room, told him I was dying because my lungs won't work and dropped to the floor and got me to stop hyperventilating. Heh, and I was fine. I really thought that was it. I even started saying goodbye to my daughter in my mind.
