How it all began…
Well, I’ve always been an avid smoker. Mary Jane has always been my best friend and may be for a while.
But after last night, I seem to be re-evaluating all my decisions.
Never once have I had a bad experience on marijuana, besides the normal drama and arguing with my boyfriend at the time. But nothing unusual that isn’t like every day life.
Recently, my boyfriend and I went through a hard break up, and like anyone else, I wanted to stop feeling the pain of it.
So I figured, hell, I will have a great time at the fair this weekend with a new friend – let’s say, Anna Doe.
Well, we started off the night with list of smoking and relaxation. The night started great and was going great up until about 11 o’ clock.
Being stoned at the fair was wonderful and all, but it still hurt.
Anna had told me she found some guys that had Duce on them (Duce, k2 spice, whatever you wanna call it).
I had tried it once with a close friend and didn’t like it, so I didn’t pick it up after that.
But last night, I made the decision to do it, because I assumed it wouldn’t be anything major, just a different high. I knew it because I had smoked it once..
Or so I thought.
Well, we piled up with the boys – at the time I was thinking “Kay this is a bad idea they look sketchy” but being as stubborn as I am I went anyway.
We packed my bowl, and rode the Ferris wheel and smoked away. I hit the bowl lets say about 5 times, everything seemed fine.
I knew I was about gone and we got off the Ferris wheel – and I realized I could barely walk.
Anna and I walked for a while, stumbling and laughing.
And it all hit me. We had to sit down on the ground behind a ride, just because we couldn’t find anywhere to sit, and next thing I knew I was puking everywhere.
I went from laughing to vomiting in about 2.5 seconds.
And it didn’t stop.
Next thing I know, I’m surrounded by all the EMT and volunteer people there – they were all talking to me and asking if I was okay and all I could hear was noise, no words… just noise.
I couldn’t understand them. I became so overwhelmed, I guess I passed out.
I have no idea how long I sat there, nearly unconscious and freaking out – so much that I had 20 people in my face at once.
I distinctly remember one blonde woman keeping my head up, holding my hair and trying to talk to me yet I had no idea what was going on.
I remember telling them my name was Kayla, trying to avoid problems with the police – and I was messed up out of my mind.
They loaded me into the ambulance, my friends and schoolmates watching from afar, closed the doors and started to drive off.
Anna was upfront, I was in the back.
And I didn’t wake up.
I started seizing, which I had never had a seizure before and even at this point I have no idea of how long I seized for.
I don’t remember much after that.
I remember waking up in the hospital, just a few times.
I remember them having to hold me down to put my IV in. I was cussing and telling them not to touch me.
Can you blame me? I didn’t know where I was, and they were hurting me.
All I wanted was to get home, and I honestly thought I was just having a bad dream.
That’s what I kept telling myself, and I honestly thought it was all gonna end and I would wake up at home.
I remember my mom coming into my room in the ER, and she kept asking me what I took.
I honestly thought I was okay, I had no idea I had the seizure or was even at the hospital at all.
But the first thing she told me was that my pupils were huge – nearly consuming my entire eye.
I remember my grandmother waking me up and wiping all the makeup off my face and eyes.
And I remember saying some sort of gibberish to my younger sister.
Then I got my wish: I woke up at home.
I don’t know how it happened, but it’s like I missed parts of the night. I absolutely don’t remember them and that in itself scares me.
Anna told me what happened, my mom explained to me I had a seizure.
And yet I still can’t get the story completely straight.
That person wasn’t me, it wasn’t who I am or even a shadow of myself… I was empty.
If I had any idea that something like that would have happened to me, of course, I never would have done it.
I will always regret the decision I made that night – and for your own sake, don’t smoke k2!