Major bad trip -UPDATED

I used something called K2 tonight, which is supposed to be a legal version of pot.  I took two tokes off the pipe, and thought I would pay with my life.

I don’t know if I’m still coming down and suffering paranoia or if what I think happened happened.

I remember sitting here reading something online.  Then it happened.  My arms started shrinking, as if withering away.  Then I couldn’t move, voluntarily at least.  I felt an intense pressure everywhere, then it settled in my head, too.  I really thought I was having a stroke.

Then, I got really stupid, and I’m afraid I ran Cody and Jessica away by coming on to Cody.  That’s just the vibe I’ve got.

 

It’s only been 1 hour and 4 minutes, and my wife and roommate don’t want to talk to me now.

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Ok, it’s the next morning now.  I’m all the way down, I think.  I’m going to attempt to describe my bad trip in more detail.

 

First, I started seeing things like in slow motion.  There was a "trail" every time I moved my arms or my head.  I have no idea how LONG any of this really took, because when I came back to reality enough to notice the time, it wasn’t even an hour after I’d started tripping.  

Suddenly, my arms looked and felt like they were shrinking.  It was painful, too.  My left arm got shorter than my right arm, to begin with, but the right arm eventually caught up.  Then, I remember the pressure.  It was as if there were levels of pressure being applied to my body and head.  It was disproportionate, as my head felt MUCH more pressure than my body.  One level of pressure on the bottom of it all.  Not TOO bad.  It felt like what I call one of my pressure headaches.  Then another layer added on, not mixed in, added on top of the layer.  Then another, then another, and yet another.  I think there were six layers of pressure on my head.  I couldn’t move or talk, at first.  I was staring at the computer screen.  

After a bit…don’t know how long…I was able to look over to everyone in the room.  I thought they were just happy the stuff was taking effect, but I knew there was something wrong.  Then, as I turned my head back to face the computer, I saw the knife.  There was a large kitchen knife on my computer.  I had put it there earlier, after attempting to cut up some Commit lozenges into quarters.  When I saw the knife, I started screaming.  DC came and took the knife away when he realized why I was screaming.  Louis came out and panicked, full-force.

The next thing I remember is my head leaning backwards, as if I had lost control of my neck.  I was trying to talk, but I don’t know if any words were coming out or not.  After a few minutes of that, I guess it was a few minutes, I heard my wife yell, "Check his pulse!!!!"  DC told me he was going to touch me, so as not to startle me when he did it.  Meanwhile, I manage to scream, "I feel like I’m having a stroke!"  

When DC put his hand on my arm, to hold it so he could check my pulse, it started relieving the trip a LOT.  I yelled, "Don’t let go!!!"  So he didn’t let go.  And I came down several levels.  Then, I was just high.

I didn’t like being high.  It was like being drunk times a hundred!  I was stupid.  It was embarrassing to let them see me that way.

I don’t know what all happened, but Cody and Jessica had to leave, saying they had people at their house waiting for them.  I kept feeling like I’d done something wrong.  

Never again.  I’m NEVER doing anything like that again!!!!!!

It was awful.

And it didn’t help that my wife and roommate were so mellowed out by theirs that they didn’t want to pay any attention to me, after the initial crisis passed.