Cannabis-Induced Hypotension In a 61-Year-Old Male

That’s probably how I’d write this afternoon’s antics up if I were one of those NEJM guys.

So I was hanging out with Felicity and one of our friends, T-Res. T-Res had showed up with a little container of Cherry Pie “and some hash”. T-Res is a very, very calm guy, the kind who’s seen serious shit go down and just raises an eyebrow. He said, “Get your vape” so we loaded some of his stuff on top of some of my stuff. I’m pretty sure I had indica in there, since the last time I had used it was the night before, and I always vape some strong indica at night so I will sleep and not toss and turn all night wondering about stuff.

Cherry Pie strain source: bigbudsmag.com

We sat there all talking and vaping (except Felicity) for quite some time. At one point I was glad I stopped, because I was just on the verge of too high for comfort, but then I felt good again. We talked some more and he picked up my MFLB because there was plenty left and noticed the batteries were dead.

“So, let’s get the bong,” some fool (me) said.

I dug out my Bottaro bong and dumped the contents of the trench into the bowl. My only saving graces here were (a) indica and (b) I let him hit the bong first.

He hit it big-time, and even coughed a bit, which he never does. Luckily he got most of the goodies, but I took quite a bit hit for someone who never smokes.

A Slice of Cherry Pie and Reality

That Cherry Pie (plus, I guess, the hash…) is pretty amazing stuff, and it’s a noticeable difference when you get all the cannabinoids from a big hit of burning weed all at once. Very soon I was going past the moon, the double digits, and my physical comfort zone. Felicity knew the signs and watched as I stood up and started laying down on the floor. This is an old trick I try to teach people to do when they feel dizzy from smoking too much or too fast (and usually both), as it is moderately difficult to fall off the floor.

From plenty of past experience with greenouts, I wanted to avoid passing out, but mostly to avoid paranoia and panic. That’s what’s actually more dangerous for me than passing out, because I can easily work myself up into a serious health emergency that way. Luckily, as I mentioned above, this stuff was all indica, or I likely would have been freaking out good and proper. But it’s still scary to be laying on the ground and knowing some people who care about you are sitting there worrying.

I knew that this was just smoking and there’s a characteristic time/highness curve, so this peak would only last about half an hour. Of course, as we all know, THC gives you massive time distortion, so it just seemed like 2 hours before I finally felt better. At one point I was seeing flaming words with my eyes closed (something about earthworms and spaghetti). But all was well, I never actually passed out or felt really bad, and I lived to toke another day.

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