My drug usage didn’t start until I was in my 20’s, sure I experimented but it never sunk its hooks into me until I began working in the oilfield and had disposable cash.
I became a pot head smoking every day and as a result was sweating every minute at work wondering if today were the day I would screw up and get drug tested and lose my job.
It was around this time I started experimenting with spice; a brand called Happy Shaman Herbs which gave a very similar high to weed except you would have to smoke a far greater quality to keep a buzz going.
I smoked happy shaman daily with little to no side effects other than paying coke prices to get high ($32.99 for 1 gram which would last me less than a day).
I did experiment with other stronger brands such as brain freeze, stinger, zapper, and others but didn’t like the high so I stuck with what I knew.
I didn’t have any severe adverse reactions until my supplier ran out of happy shaman and I made the switch to the yellow stinger.
It was much stronger than happy shaman and produced a far less euphoric high than I was accustomed to and lead to paranoid feelings while high.
I also started experiencing nausea and headaches with using, but I was hooked.
I was smoking about 2 to 3 grams a day and would constantly be high all day. One morning though it all came crashing down.
I’m not sure if I OD’d, or my body just gave out but one cold morning, I woke up and like I had done hundred or thousands of times before I went outside to my truck to smoke up out of a bag I was half way through.
I remember putting the pipe to my lips and inhaling and then nothing. I woke up 4 hours later in the emergency room and found out I was found face down in a pool of blood in my driveway.
It was -22C outside, and I was wearing only pajamas and a sweater with slippers and no socks. By the time my neighbors found me I had a core body temperature of 28C which is nearly dead from hypothermia.
They were about to fly me to Edmonton because they believed I had brain damage and I woke up in the CT scan and had no idea where I was.
I had scrapes all over my face and hands, and I had broken off nearly every button and knob inside my truck fighting something in my head.
I couldn’t take my wedding ring off or make a first because my knuckles were swollen from punching my dash.
The look on my wife’s face was the most painful thing to see, and it was at that point I realized I needed help.
I checked into a rehab facility shortly after, completed the program and go out clean. That was over a year ago, and as much as I’d like to say I’ve stayed clean I haven’t.
I started using again falling back into my regular habit until about five months ago. I am now a member of Narcotics Anonymous, and I am currently working on my three months sobriety tag.
Spice almost killed me, and it robbed me of many years of my life that I spent chasing the dragon.
It is highly addictive and even when I thought I could handle it, and it wasn’t hurting me, it turned out to be a time bomb.
I’m alive today and still struggling with staying sober as I probably will for the rest of my life. Consider any parallels my story has to your own and don’t wait as long as I did to stop using.
I can tell you no matter how much you’ve already used, or how comfortable you are with a product, you are lying to yourself.
If you continue on the path using these products, you will have an adverse reaction, and you will have a similar result I did.
I got lucky and I woke up in the hospital, far too many haven’t. It’s not too late, stop using spice before your time runs out.