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10-31-2007 03:00 AM |
Fuck if I know the strains.
I do know that the first and last time I tried them it ended up in a bad trip. First let me tell you what never not to do on your first time or experience. Do not just let your friends decide how much you should have, investigate and learn a bit yourself before hand. They may judge your levels by how much pot they seem you take or whatever.
Ok my mushroom experience started as a nice mellow friday night. We scored some weed and some shrooms, bought some munchies and rented some flicks from blockbuster. Apparently shrooms grown a lot up near Lassen which is not that far from me so alas they are fairly cheap. I had been smoking some pot already and then consumed these nasty dusty earthy tasting dry mushrooms with some peanut butter. I was given three and a half grams of them. Then everyone started passing around the weed again this time with some shrooms in the bowl as well. Tasted like crap but whatever I was game.
In the tv the movie Toys was playing, you know that weird ass flick about the toy factory. Had no idea about the movie. Roughly a few minutes before the toys went to battle with each other reality phased out and I noticed my mouth felt as if it was full of dry cake and I could not swallow it. I was now full on fucked up. The toys started fucking each others world up, gawd that was depressing by itself. I then noticed I could not feel my legs. Ok it took me a few minutes to remember that it was normal, then however I started to question what was really normal. Was I really paralyzed or was that just some dream and my current state was reality and somehow I was just mentally fucked up but not paralyzed.
Sure I was having visuals, my head was questioning everything. The damn apartment I was visiting had fucking roaches and I never noticed until after I was messed up and I was positive they were spying on me. I also started to not feel that good. I proceeded to puke. Gawd damn was that a vile and scary experience. Thinking I was going to drown, feeling like it was taking forever. I went to go lay down with head hanging off bed. Figured I would feel safe that way.
I tossed myself onto a spare bed, pulled a trash can close. Spied another roach looking at me. Felt even worse. Somewhere in my head my brain was trying to tell me something but I could not translate it. I attempted to tell my friends something was wrong with me. They were just as fucked up if not more. I was having a serious medical problem, I knew what it was but I could not explain it to anyone. They called 911.
The police show up first. Guessing they got a clue from the phone call. So I am laying on my stomach, head near a trashcan with puke in it. Feeling very ill, pulse is going crazy, I felt like I was dieing and my brain now was talking to me like I was and somewhere it was trying to tell me what was wrong. First officer walks in and starts to question or interrogate me. Everything is in full effect now. Yet I invent a stupid story in my head and tell him I have no idea whats wrong with me. I just had some pizza with my friends and now I am sick and freaking out. The cop takes my story, leaves for I do not know how long and then another cop comes in asking questions. They tag team me for awhile, even trying to trip me up by saying I said something I had said that I did not. I did not budge and made it through.
The paramedics finally arrive. These fuckers apparently get filled in by the cops and decide to have some fun with me as well on the way to the hospital. They fuck with the siren, one dude is like touching my wrist and then asking me are you still alive? He fucking knew better. Then as they were taking me out of the ambulance they had me on the gurney and where wheeling me to the ER. The fuckers shook the gurney and where like did you feel that, I think it was an earthquake. At that time yes I was fucked up but I knew I was sick and needed to be in the ER cause I could not remember what was wrong with me and could not pull it from my brain or explain it to my friends. I knew a doctor was my only hope.
I finally get into a ER room. The police try yet again and I manage to stick to my story. They leave me alone and the Doctor comes in and I ask for him to give me a wrist band. He is questioning me and I kept saying I needed to be under his admission first. He then says ok your under my care you can tell me what your on, I can no longer tell them anything. I give and spill it quick and he laughs and says oh man, enjoy your trip. I grab the fucker by the collar, he screams and people start rushing in. I say to him its not the shrooms its something else that has me here. Thankfully he waves off security and nurses. Checks my pulse and blood pressure. Pulse is super high and my bp is super low. The doctor is now interested and we talk medically. It finally dawns on me what my issue is as he is talking about possible causes. My catheter had clogged off and my bladder was over filled and backing up into my kidneys.
They installed a new catheter and I pissed out 48 fluid ounces to their amazement. I suddenly felt much better yet I was still tripping my ass off. He said enjoy your trip and I will check in on you latter. I then was tripping balls in a very bright ER room, hearing people screaming and crying. I would capture glimpses of shit via a small opening in my curtain. I saw a foot twisted around backwards go past and felt insanely sick again and the toy movie came flooding back into my head. I tried to cover my ears and eyes and ride it out but the screaming and the sheer whiteness overwhelmed anything I could try.
Then I felt it. That wonderful feeling I recall from when I had tried acid before. I heard crunching and static. I heard the sounds of reality in the distance. I felt in rush over me like a wave of warmth and everything snapped back into place. That bit of the high is something I would pay for again and again. I love that feeling of the oncoming reality. Regardless whew it was over and I could call for some people to pick me up.
That was a costly night financially, it was emotionally taxing, and almost medically very wrong. I was very close to bursting my own bladder and or destroying one or both kidneys.
That was my experience with shrooms.
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