11:19 AM
@ConorMancone For me it was like this. Keep in mind you have an unreliable narrator, since, well, the narrator was under the influence of psychedelics.
My ex wanted to try mushrooms with me, so I bought two packs, I took one for me, and half a pack or so for her. And retard me ate one and a half packs.
So about an hour after eating them, where you usually don't feel anything yet, my ex has a panic attack, saying she's scared and she's certain she's going to die.
Great. Really great mood.
So I try to comfort her, offer her some sugar (sugar works wonders when people have a bad trip), but she just refused and started to cry
So I called my mom and told her what's going on, since she seems to believe my mom more than me, even if told the same things.
So then she finally calms down and says she wants to talk to her friends on discord
So she's on discord talking to people, and I decide to go for a walk with my mom (I know, big brain time)
There, I notice that I'm fucking losing it, since I keep asking my mom "...and? How's things going for you?" like for the 5th time or so
Then I fucking zone out, think I'm stuck in a forest, but don't panic.
Then I have no idea what happened. The next thing I know was that I was in the car, regaining consciousness, on my way to Burger King
My mom opens the door, I throw up out of the car (mostly out of the car)
And my mom notices I'm not really fine. She calls an ambulance and I have no fucking clue who I am, where I am, what I am or when I am.
Someone gave me a bottle of water and I held it to my face, and just squeeze it as hard as I can. It must have looked hilarious
So after that, the paramedics finally came, and they asked me if I can get in on my own. I just...nosedived into the ambulance car, much to the entertainment of the paramedics
One of them asked me a few things, which I don't remember, but I was clearly conscious. I remember thinking "God, I hope I don't start ranting about the Jews now. That'd be fucking embarrassing"
Once we were in the hospital, they put me in a wheelchair, and brought me to the first doctor. I recall one of the paramedics saying "He must have taken something" and the doctor replying "Yeah...I can see that"
So they brought me upstairs, where they drew some blood. The nurse was really nice, comforted me, saying everything will be alright. Big plus, 10 / 10 nurse!
The doctor asked me if I wanted to kill myself, and it scared the shit out of me. I said no, no of course not. I'd never want to kill myself. That seemed to have pleased him. The blood test seemed to have revealed I was full of psilocybin.
The doctor asked me "Aren't you a bit too old for that?" and I replied "I lost my virginity at 25, I'm just slow with stuff" and he chuckled.
At like 10 or so I was out of the ER at one of the stations, and the doctor there asked me what had happened, why, etc...
Basically "Took too much by accident" - "You know you shouldn't take anything at all" - "I know, won't happen anymore"
Next morning, 8 am, doctor comes back, asks me how I am, I say I'm as fine as one can be. He does some quick check to see if I really am, and then says I'm ready to go home.
I get dressed, get into the tram, head straight to the office and work normally :D
