Speaking of drugs…

I doubt everyone knows, but I’m 41 and have never smoked pot. Never really did anything more hardcore than a valium or low dose klonopin or post-surgery pain killers. But with this shoulder pain (which is mostly improved), having difficulty sleeping, and all this man-child stress, I said fuck-it and jumped on the Delta 8 train.

Let’s start off by saying that my friend recommended that I eat half a gummy because they’re fairly powerful. He said he normally has two, and he’s a long-term user with a tolerance. Well, he’d given me some very low dose ones a week or two ago and they did nothing at all, so I ignored his advice and popped a whole one about 8pm last night.

I spent an hour at my laptop typing up D&D party summaries from the last few weeks to share with my frans, and wasn’t thinking about oncoming effects. When I got up to go get water and get ready for bed, I realized I was fairly drunk feeling.

Twenty minutes later, I’m laying in bed, and I’m pretty sure I was hanging out in the Sunken Place (gtfo if you haven’t seen Get Out). I mean, not just a little stoned, but fucking out of body experience stoned. I should. not. have. taken. a whole one. LMAO

Here are some notes about my first time getting stoned:

*I wasn’t ticklish. I assume it’s because the ticklish stuff is tied to anxiety and I was too relaxed.

*My bell’s palsy-affected face responds majorly. I couldn’t keep my left eye open. So not something I’ll be doing in the company of other people much.

*It was impossible to scowl. My forehead muscles relaxed and I couldn’t force them to squint. Like, goodbye rbf.

*People are giggly when they’re stoned, right? I didn’t really get giggly b/c there was nothing going on, but I noticed that the muscles in my cheeks that are involved with smiling were activating all on their own- just like my forehead. So I couldn’t frown so easily. Maybe people giggle b/c their face muscles are telling them that they need to.

*I was in the middle of trying to respond to someone who asked a question on the artist guild fb page, and I just had to sit my phone down half way through a sentence. I couldn’t think.

*I don’t remember shit. What did I see on fb? Did I brush my teeth? Did I have a conversation with Colin? I remember pointing out to him at some point that it didn’t tickle when his hand was near my armpit.

*I definitely fell asleep more easily, and slept better through the night.

*I cannot imagine wanting to feel that way 24/7, or even daily. Maybe a low dose buzz here and there, but sunken place stoned? Nah. Thanks. It’d probably be nice on massage day, though I wouldn’t be able to drive myself.

*Pat’s gummies tasted like pineapple, black pepper, and sour powder (alum?) mixed together.

Okay. I’ve joined the club. Do I get a cookie?