TychoMonolyth
Boreal Curing
I passed out and woke up with my legs less functional than if I'd taken 2 stout pain pills before bed. Needing to get to the restroom several times in the middle of the night, it was a mistake. I made it, but I was walking low to the ground, like a first-time surfer afraid that anything other than a crouched walking position would bring about falling to the ground. The room wasn't spinning, but almost. The high lasted into the next morning; if you can call it a 'high.'
And it was a fair bit lighter dose than you've described.
A family member got nauseous, puked, and now typically won't eat baked goods.
Another family member now gags at the taste of canna brownies, or canna butter edibles in general, even when they're made with good butter, and good ingredients.
The very vivid memory of the nausea is imprinted for ever for both of them, I think.
For me; I'm simply more cautious when making and eating such things these days.
It was a waste of good butter, good brownies, and a good evening. There was no point, other than maybe later on, like today, saying, "Yeah, I did that once...."
I stopped toking when I was 19. It just wasn't fun anymore. Laughing trips were replaced with body quakes and paranoia. Fuck that. I'll smoke now, but a joint lasts me a week. Two good tokes at a concert and It's enjoyable again. I did find a Honduran that never makes me paranoid and gives me an energetic and crystal clear high (not a stone). Beautiful stuff.
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