Citation: BB. "Not Just for Alzheimers: An Experience with Quetiapine & Cannabis (exp54206)". Erowid.org. Jun 3, 2021. erowid.org/exp/54206
I've been smoking weed and drinking since I was about 11 years old. So that makes for somewhere around 4 years now. I just moved in with my mother out in the country where everyone is decently close-knit. A girl who lives behind me suffers from schizophrenia and told me about Seroquel. The first time I took it, I took one, met with some people, and went home somewhat early. I took it at around 9 o'clock. Later that night I was getting things ready for a show I had the next day, and I wasn't feeling the pill at all, and this was about an hour or so later. It wasn't until I heard my phone ring and I stood up to answer it that it hit me. I felt incredibly drunk. My speech was slurred and it was semi-hard for me to walk. It was alright, but I was so tired I went to sleep about 20 minutes later.
I slept in the next day. I met up with some people that afternoon and took another Seroquel around 5 o’clock, to see if it was any better the second time around when I knew I’d be up longer. About two hours later, we went to a friend of mine’s house who’s on house arrest and not supposed to have any visitors. We went in his backyard behind his shed and he pulled out a joint. I was a little reluctant to smoke while on this pill, but I wasn’t really feeling much, so I decided I’d at least get stoned. We smoked a joint between 3 people, which is normally enough to get me pretty stone cause this was some bangin’ ass weed. Anyway, I was sitting on a piece of wood and keeping kinda quiet because there were other conversations going on. Then I started to think of going home for some reason, and I felt really light headed. Now, Chris lives two doors down from me, and I had no idea how to get back to my house. I could visualize it but for some reason it just wouldn’t connect, and I completely forgot where I was and what I was doing. I’ve messed with a lot of drugs and I can normally handle bad trips, but this was just too intense. I kept telling myself how to get home but I couldn’t figure it out. I thought maybe I’d feel better if I stood up and looked at it. I went to stand up, and that was a horrible mistake. After I stood up for a few minutes, I knew I had to sit back down. I sat back down and everyone started asking me what was wrong and I just couldn’t answer. That’s when I started puking. I threw up 4 or 5 times before I was able to speak to a point where I was understood. Everyone told me to watch where I was laying because there were nails sticking out of the wood, but I kept forgetting. After I sat down for 15 or 20 minutes, I felt good enough to walk home. I was walking all over the road and my speech was barley audible.
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