some lessons are harsher than others...Welcome back! Glad you've recovered and learned your lesson!
some lessons are harsher than others...Welcome back! Glad you've recovered and learned your lesson!
YOU'RE GROUNDED!!!!!folks, i'm sorry to have to confirm that i did indeed survive. as moose eater surmised correctly, i do indeed suffer from a congenital heart problem as well as high blood pressure. it is one which stopped my burgeoning love affair with Peruvian Marching Powder and biker-brewed "hog" meth years ago. the other night, i smoked what i thought was a bowl of weed with a "bit" of what is called "wax" here in it. tastes great, wonderful buzz. ...in small quantities. apparently, in large quantities, it sends my heart racing in several directions at once. my hands and arms tingled, then went numb soon after i typed out my original post on here. damn near blacked out trying to climb the steps to bathroom and medicine cabinet. i tripled up on my blood pressure medication and added three 300 mg aspirins. wife was already in bed, kids asleep, and i was too stubborn (stupid?) to call ambulance. i have ridden out a couple of bad blood pressure/heart rate incidents before, and thought i could pull through on my own again. which i did (although it was an hours long journey) through dumb luck and the grace of God. have not partaken since, and plan on not smoking any more concentrates from here on out. once bitten, twice shy... bless you folks, all of you!
can i go fishing in the morning?YOU'RE GROUNDED!!!!!
Glad you're back.. Still grounded. No more wax for a week, and then only under parental supervision.some lessons are harsher than others...
Maybe, but only with friends we've met and approve of. And we'll need to speak with their parents first.can i go fishing in the morning?
Well, Go easy man.physically, i am feeling better. mentally.....now i am somewhat ...let's go with "frightened", as it was not anything like what i have experienced whilst smoking cannabis before. it is probably much like what one would feel when a life-long friend, or your beloved dog, attacked you unexpectedly. WTF??? how do you trust again ?
no more wax for me EVER! if/when i partake of the lovely weed again, it's gonna be plain ol' marijuana... a man's gotta know his limits, you know. still searching for 'shrooms. i'm afraid that i need a mental reboot and a deep discussion with my inner child about my mortality.Glad you're back.. Still grounded. No more wax for a week, and then only under parental supervision.
most (still got two) of my friends are already dead, and all of their parents are. i hunt and fish alone with the memories of my big brother and the nearly 60 years we had together in the woods and on the river banks. my dad shows up time to time, mostly with simple words of wisdom like "i wouldn't do that if i was you..." i still take his advice. well, most of the time...Maybe, but only with friends we've met and approve of. And we'll need to speak with their parents first.
When I was making my own THC extract and CBD extract, there was something in the CBD, presumably in the 'clean and tested hemp' I was using for extraction (from an outlet I won't name, but from which I ended up trashing several lbs. of their CBD hemp product).no more wax for me EVER! if/when i partake of the lovely weed again, it's gonna be plain ol' marijuana... a man's gotta know his limits, you know. still searching for 'shrooms. i'm afraid that i need a mental reboot and a deep discussion with my inner child about my mortality.
I made arrangements with my older son, who's going into the bush with me in a couple days, telling him what will need to be done if I croak in the mountains away from the roads, or become non-ambulatory from one issue or another. He's to contact his mother and younger brother via my satellite phone (which I'll coach him again on the use of) and arrange for his younger brother to bring down another snowmachine and another trailer, to head out to the cabins.most (still got two) of my friends are already dead, and all of their parents are. i hunt and fish alone with the memories of my big brother and the nearly 60 years we had together in the woods and on the river banks. my dad shows up time to time, mostly with simple words of wisdom like "i wouldn't do that if i was you..." i still take his advice. well, most of the time...
YOU worried? scared the hell out of me! funny though. twice in my life i was convinced i was dying, and neither of those scared me. once turkey hunting, once deer hunting. both times i was convinced it was the end. both times i crawled down off of the mountain to a logging road where my body could be easily found, and just rolled over so i could see the sky, it was beautiful. this time i was at home. fucking scary as hell... go figure.Welcome back AOH, you had us worried. Sounds like a pretty bad experience.
i thought it was weed with a pinch of wax. it was a lump of wax about the size of my thumbnail with "just enough" pot to get things started. take a hit and the shit would burst into an open flame...tasted great! but...Glad to see you recovered. At our age, you have to take a test drive before you race. I always take a small toke and see what the effects are. Any weed that carries a paranoia high will be noticeable just not a full blown panic attack.
I did a dab this morning and I was hacking and wheezing for a solid five minutes. It took me a while to catch my breath.
Concentrates aren't my usual realm.
But still... I'm not going to get rid of my bubble bags yet.