I smoked an unknown amount of k2 without knowing it and proceeded to have a 6-hour long panic attack.
It all started when my semi-regular pot dealer sold me a bag when I was partying with a friend and needed a little extra weed to keep the party going.
I didn’t know it was laced, as my dealer had never given me anything wrong, however on that day he mentioned buying from a new supplier with “better sh*t,” and handed me a bag that I thought looked a little suspect, but not too out of the ordinary.
The nugs were small, and I mean little for 4g of pot, and then… the bottom of the bag was made up of a right amount of shake, that upon further inspection didn’t look like it belonged to the weed above it.
He put k2 in as “shake” to make up the weight of what I paid for.
All was well for a few days since I thought that the slight paranoia I got was just from the type of weed (when it was from the nugs rolling around and accumulating some k2 in the little nooks and crannies). But then the day came when I had nothing to smoke but the bottom of the bag, the shake, the pure k2.
I had been smoking the buds like a building on fire for the last few days beforehand; I’m talking at least a dozen bowls with no issue whatsoever other than slight paranoia. However, upon smoking two bowls of k2, I instantly started feeling uncomfortable. I got a strange pain in my jaw and temples and began feeling very strangely disoriented.
I laid down for fifteen minutes, and then since I felt so uncomfortable I smoked another bowl, as I still thought it was weed at that time. I thought it might calm me down as real weed does, but boy was I wrong.
The third hit sent me over the edge. I felt so disoriented and confused and began even feeling downright scared. I went upstairs to the bathroom, and even that became difficult as I felt so out of my mind. It took me what felt like and probably was near half an hour to get out when all I was in there for was to pee.
In the bathroom, I took so long because my head just wasn’t working right, I just didn’t know how to leave the room, I couldn’t comprehend it. I had suspicions right then and there that spice had been added as fake-shake.
During this, I began hallucinating and feeling so confused and scared; my hearing was gone and replaced with ringing, hissing, roaring, and my vision was almost completely blocked out by blobs of light, static, mist, etcetera. I have done psychedelics before (only shrooms) and my way of thinking was comparable to the completely-out-of-your-mind thinking on psychs, only scarier.
I’ve only had good trips on psychs, personally, but the entire time it felt as if I was on the worst psychedelic trip I could imagine. When I finally figured out how to leave the bathroom the hallucinations only worsened, I had no idea the noises could get any louder, but they did, and I couldn’t even see to walk the literal straight line from my bathroom to my kitchen.
I was drenched in sweat. My chest felt like it was fluttering and I was fighting to breathe, eventually struggling to stay awake and alive by the time I reached the kitchen phone.
Usually, I know my sister’s phone number by heart, but on k2, I couldn’t think straight enough. I had to try for so long to try and get the numbers right it almost physically hurt to think of how the numbers went. It was insanely distressing to forget something I usually could recite in my sleep.
I kept thinking when I was at the phone that this was God punishing me and that I deserved it and even that I had to die to repent, which was incredibly out of the ordinary for me as I’m a very firm atheist. I would never think of the Judeo-Christian god if I weren’t on drugs, it’s just not me.
Soon after calling my sister to help me (I was too afraid to call 911 for some reason) I threw up, cold sweat even more, and had to lay down. I kept feeling like I would die if I fell asleep, and that every time I came close to falling asleep, I was drifting out of life.
Eventually, my hallucinations subsided, but I was still terrified, and unable to think correctly. I was so out of it that I even asked her to watch me as I slept to make sure I kept breathing because I was so scared and convinced that I would die in my sleep, just all up and stop breathing.
Much to my comfort, she did stay with me, though likely because I was just so apparently out of my mind on something (k2) and very afraid.
It took me a solid six hours from when I took the third hit and when I finally calmed down (excluding an hour nap because I was so scared I couldn’t even fall asleep), and I still felt uneasy and anxious the next few days.
To my cheapskate dealer, go f*ck yourself for selling me K2, and to everyone else reading this, stay the hell away from it.