| DOSE: T+ 0:00 |
200 mg |
oral |
DXM
|
(extract) |
| T+ 1:00 |
3 bowls |
smoked |
Cannabis
|
(plant material) |
I had been feeling more depressed than usual, maybe it was because I was almost out of weed, I'm not really sure. I had a little plastic tin of sucrets in the drawer. I once told myself I'd never resort to it, since its side effects are poorly documented, but last night I thought I just had to.
I had a beer with dinner earlier that evening. Two hours later at about 9pm, I take the tin of sucrets and microwave it with water tying to make a powder. 2 sucrets were missing from the tin since I had used them earlier, leaving 240mg total, my estimate 200mg made it through the extraction process. I dumped the water, and had a pink sludge left. I poured the sludge into some juice and slowly downed it all.
T+1:00 later I feel like its been 2 hours, I'm so very bored and nothing is happening. I decide that the DXM is gonna take a while to kick in, so I smoke a bowl. Maybe a couple more.
T+1:30, and this is where everything becomes a little fuzzy. I start playing some video games, and I was actually having fun, I think. I was happy, I felt a little drunk, the game seemed a little more real, nothing special. Then I stopped, tried to watch a movie, got bored.
And then it hit me. I'm not sure when, maybe T+2:00. Everything was terrible, nothing could satisfy me. My weed munchies had kicked in, mildly, but I hate it. I feel like I have to eat the food like a chore, to satisfy some whiny little bitch inside of me.
Physically, I was very comfortable, I felt like jelly, but I didn't have much time to concentrate on that. I was so depressed now. The world became a pain, I felt like I had now lived my entire life and I was ready to die. Normally, when I smoke a few bowls of weed, I feel like going to sleep an hour or so later. It was now T+4:00, the height of the depression had kicked in, and there was no way I was sleeping through it, no matter how much weed I smoked. It lasted until about T+6:00 at which point I fell asleep at 3AM.
I woke up the next morning remembering every feeling and emotion I felt the previous night, and it won't go away. It is now 16 hours since I did the DXM and I've never felt worse, mentally, in my life.
