Well damn, the edibles are quite potent. I did have *some* fun, but it was tempered by my body's reaction to the quantity of weed I ingested. Ah well, I got over it without, it seems, any lasting issues, but all the unpleasant side effects didn't fully leave me until I awoke today -- Tuesday -- and I ingested that stuff Friday night. Don't do drugs, m'kay? As the man said, all the rest of the weed/edibles are his because it just makes me too ill.
One of the more amusing moments was when I realized, while stoned, that the reason I don't like partaking is because it makes me sick to my stomach. But, since I was stoned the prior time, I didn't remember it made me sick to my stomach. So, determined not to allow myself to forget this time, once I regained all my faculties, I actually wrote a note to myself to remember that I shouldn't have weed anymore because it makes me sick to my stomach. The hand-writing is pretty legible. Then I decided to entertain/test myself by drawing little pictures and optical illusions. Then I put a reminder to myself to be joyful. Thought that was a cute touch.
Man took good care of me while I was not feeling well. He's a good husband.
One of the more amusing moments was when I realized, while stoned, that the reason I don't like partaking is because it makes me sick to my stomach. But, since I was stoned the prior time, I didn't remember it made me sick to my stomach. So, determined not to allow myself to forget this time, once I regained all my faculties, I actually wrote a note to myself to remember that I shouldn't have weed anymore because it makes me sick to my stomach. The hand-writing is pretty legible. Then I decided to entertain/test myself by drawing little pictures and optical illusions. Then I put a reminder to myself to be joyful. Thought that was a cute touch.
Man took good care of me while I was not feeling well. He's a good husband.
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