I chopped a pure sativa after 18 weeks, when I was abstaining from weed, due to a few job openings I was interested in, where I knew a drug test was involved. It was about 30 days since ingested THC in any way.
I had to give it a taste, so I was in my car in our work parking lot after 5. I broke up a small bud and did a hit. There was still another hit left, so I did that one, too, because waste not, want not, and I was going to be without weed for another few weeks, so...
I noticed there was a bit of a delayed effect. By the time I pulled out of the lot and started driving down the street, I knew I wasn't in Kansas anymore.
I was in eastern NC, 30 minutes from home, with my heart going about 140 beats/minute. I felt like my entire body was going to explode, and they'd have to scrape me off the interior of the car with a spatula.
I needed to calm the fuck down! I was creeping down the road at about 15 mph, which seemed dangerously fast. Then I pulled into a convenience store parking lot. When I got out of the car, the fresh air helped a bit. My heart rate probably slowed to about 138 beats/minute. I walked in, got a small bottle of OJ, paid for it without making eye contact with the cashier (because she would have known! SHE WOULD HAVE KNOWN!!).
Getting back in the car flipped me out again, so I sipped my OJ and figured I better get home. I was driving down the road, doing about 30 in a 55 mph zone. Old ladies were passing me, giving me the finger. I was pretty sure they were cackling, too. I then got the idea I needed to stop at the next convenience store. Then I noticed the OJ, with like two sips taken out of it, sitting next to me in the cup holder.
I decided to take the scenic route home, because the 55 mph highway I was on was clearly a deathtrap. Hell's Grandmas had taken over, and the speed limit was too high.
For a split second the notion of driving myself to the nearest hospital emergency room entered my skull. It was followed by flashes of the possible headlines in the local paper the next day, so I ruled that out. I just kept chanting to myself, "No one has ever died from too much weed."
After another convenience store stop and round of juice, I finally made it home, where I pet my dog for about 10 minutes before the voltage started tapering off.
After that harrowing experience, I had to make some changes in my life. I recommend this life lesson to everyone:
Never, and I mean NEVER take a 30 day break from weed! It nearly put me over the edge.
