Okay, Im glad I found this thread. I will share with you my story.
I was smoking cigs and weed for about 10 years. half a pack of cigs at most a day and lets say 3-5 joints per week. Never had a panic attack or anything like that before. About 14 months ago, I took a month break from weed cuz I got into a fight with my dealer so I didnt have a link anymore. I replaced the weed with booze. I went on a alcohol binge for about 3-4 weeks. Then I stopped drinking after I was able to link some pot again. I rolled up a joint of this super high grade highly crystallized stuff and took about 3 hits. About 2 mins after the hit I felt my heart pound / palpitate. That lasted for about a min or two, then it went away. Right when it went away, thats when all hell broke loose.
As soon as it went away, I was left gasping for air. It felt like a lung collapsed or something. The only way I can describe it is like I felt and sounded like Myles Dyson from terminator 2 just before he detonated the bombs. I was gasping for air just like him and was freaking out. First thought that went through my mind was that the weed was laced. I fought it off for as long as I could. After about 2 hours I think, I could take it no more and I , for the first time ever, called 911. I specifically told the 911 operator to not send the fire or police, to just send the ambulance. So who shows up at my door first? the fire truck, then followed by police. They kept asking me what happened, what happened. I kept stalling and just kept saying that my chest hurt. I didnt want to mention anything about the weed cuz I was afraid they would raid my room and find the pot and then I would get charged and shit. So when the ambulance came i quickly went into the back of it. the firetruck left but the cops stayed. So the ambulance guys kept asking me what happened, I told them I was working out real hard and then my heart raced and i was left gasping for air. They asked me if I was on steroids. I said no. They asked me if I was on drugs. I said no. They said its ok and that I dont have to hide anything from them. I still didnt tell them. After being with them for about 20 mins or so,. i was decent enough to go back in my house. They tried to convince me to go to the ER to get checked out and I refused cuz again i was scared this would all come back to me. So I went in my house and I was still having breathing problems and that lasted about 8 hours until I finally went to bed. I woke up in the morning and I was fine.
So, I chalked the incident up to either laced weed or smoking the pot right after a intense work out. The next day I called the guy I got the pot from and asked him what was in it and told him my experience. He told me there was nothing wrong with it, that it was fine. I believed him and thought it was simply a reaction from smoking it right after working out. Too much for my system to handle. I didnt smoke any pot for about a week or two. Then I smoked it again, this time just 2 tokes of the same weed. and what do u know? same thing happened. Only this time it was MUCH worse and it lasted a whole fucking 24 hours. I fought it for so long. I went to the docs office and doc made me do a chest xray and told me that it sounds like a panic attack. I told the doc the weed might be laced and that I have it still and that maybe she can look at it or send it for analysis. She told me to just throw it away. I didnt do that, I kept it. So after this 2nd incident. I officially, after 10 years of use, quit pot. Didnt even get to enjoy or remember my last session. How lame.
So then,,. about 2-3 weeks after that I got a large coffee and loaded it with sugar. i drank about 3/4 of it and then bam same shit happened! this time i had enough and rushed myself to ER and they told me I have a panic or anxiety disorder and asked me to stay in the hospital for observations , i was freaked out so I said yes and thats when they started loading me up with benzos and tranqs but thats another story.
Anyways,. my question and concern is... what the hell happened with this weed?
I still dont know if that shit was laced or what. An anxiety or panic attack isnt suppose to last a fucking day. its suppose to last typically 10 mins and then it passes. sometimes residual affects can last an hour or two , but what I went through lasted much much longer (a whole day!)
Too often, I believe that the pot was laced with some kind of pesticide or poison or something! Im still not right to this day. I think whatever it was,. the damage has been done. My nose is 24/7 congested with clear mucus, sticky like glue! never seen anything like that b4. I have chest pains and tightness and palpitations all the time. Ive gone through so many tests, xrays , everything comes back fine. I dont know what to do. When I try to tell a doc about this and how the weed may have been toxic and i was poisoned they think im crazy and ask me to talk to a psych because according to them "nobody would do that , nobody would try to hurt someone like that" bullshit.
if anyone can relate to my story please let me know.
My next step is to get a bronchoscopy and sinus scope done to see if there is any damage done and also to get a sample of this mucous and to evaluate it. Perhaps the weed created fungus in me? i dont know. All I know is, I havent been right since that fateful day and I am not "thinking" myself into any kind of state of anxiety or panic at all, I have no fears , phobias or anything else.
thanks for taking the time to read my story.