Beware of accepting baked goods from neighbors! (My evening in Hell.)
At the market yesterday, I resisted buying pastries. I'd felt really sad about the loss of Cleo in the morning, and thought some comfort food might help~ but decided against it.
A neighbor brought over two nice slices of a sorta spice loaf he'd baked, and part of me thought, how perfect! This is the Universe rewarding me for not buying a buncha stuff that holds zero nutrition. I consumed one of the slices after my dinner of (homemade) veggie stew, and it was delicious.
As I was roaming the Web last night, I began to feel kind of strange. What came next was totally unexpected. I was as high as a kite. I could barely walk from one room to another, was crouched over holding onto furniture as I passed gradually by, figured this is what being 150 years old must be like, and felt like I wanted to DIE.
I'd unwittingly eaten a huge amount of Marijuana, baked into the loaf my neighbor made. Just so YOU know, my body doesn't do well with 'downers.' Uppers are great, but this was the Night from Hell. I could barely navigate in my house, and even had to crawl on the floor at times.
I called my new old friend, and she stayed on the phone with me~ musta been at least 2 hours. Being so compromised because my brain wasn't working as it should (though I recall making micro-decisions that were lucid and logical), I also couldn't stop vomiting! About ever two minutes, whatever poison was inside me, wanted to get up and out (a blessing in disguise, I guess).
Didn't feel like eating at all, and had to force some water into me to assist with the purging of that shit outta my system. I don't think I was EVER that high in my earlier life. This felt like I was totally outta control (yeah, don't think I didn't consider the meaning and ramifications of THAT!).
Had to get the kitties fed and handled in the mist of barely being able to move around, and being constantly nauseas. My gal pal laughed hysterically, when I told her I'd phoned poison control~ but at some points, I seriously thought of calling 911.
I'd lean over my sink or my kitchen island and sort of pass out or sleep for a minute of two, but was careful not to fall and do bodily harm. I had what felt almost like a near-death moment or two. I jerked myself awake saying, NO, this isn't my time yet~ and managed to stay conscious, but a couple of times I felt, this is EASY to surrender myself to, and letting go felt like no big deal.
Folks, this was the most horrific night of my life. I musta fallen asleep for 3 - 4 hours on my sofa, because I awoke and looked at the clock. It said about 6:00. I couldn't make sense of this. I knew I'd struggled with this 'high' until late at night, and I expected my clock to read about midnight or later! How could it be 6pm?!
Well, it was morning the next day! I've had a splitting headache, and I'm still feeling a bit disoriented, but the worst has passed, thank God! Headache is easing, after having some coffee and Triscuit crackers.
I will never forget last night, and I may have to shoot my neighbor for neglecting to tell me that delicious loaf he made was heavily laced with grass! OMG, folks. It truly was an Alice in Wonderland experience~ but I'm happy to be back with ya'll today, having somehow returned to the living.