Because I Got High

Good afternoon, my Lovelies!

Two blogs within a week? Holy shit! Who am I? 

This one isn't going to be super long, or at least I don't think so. Mostly, I just wanted to share a story with you. I've got loads of them, and I'm fairly certain this is one that I've not shared with you previously.

A couple of years ago, I attended my first book event as a reader. I'd been to a bunch as an author, but never just for me, just for fun. Just to give you an idea of where I was at and what all was going on, this was during the time that I was caring for my mother during her battle with cancer and going back and forth between her place in Kentucky and my home in Delaware.

I had been home for a signing event and had planned on attending Charm City Romanticon in Ellicott City, Maryland, on my way back to Kentucky. It was a break, a getaway that I needed to rest and recharge. It was a great couple of days, and I had the BEST time!

Now, if you know me, you also know that I constantly battle insomnia. The only way I can actually get to sleep and stay asleep is with a little THC help.

I take a gummy every night.

I was up a bit late talking with a friend the night before I was to drive back to Kentucky. I had already taken my gummy by the time we got to visit, so I was still basically on my gummy schedule even though I was up later than normal.

The next morning, I got up and started trying to get my things together to make my 12-hour drive. It didn't take me long to realize things were just not right with me. I was a bit dizzy and was having trouble holding my head up. It ended up taking me considerably longer than it should have to get on the road. I eventually did and stopped at a convenience store to load up on coffee. After a couple of hours, I was just fine, and I didn't give another thought to it.

Fast forward to this past summer. If you've kept up with me, you know that I had a grueling travel schedule this year. I ended up making a couple of trips to Kentucky to visit with family and for a signing event at my hometown library.

Now, the last trip was during a particularly busy time in my schedule. I was completely exhausted. But I had a couple of days before I was to do my signing, so I figured I would be able to rest and relax for a bit before I jumped back into things. I took my gummy like normal and went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up and HAD to go to the bathroom. I sat up and immediately fell back on my pillow.

I could NOT hold my head up. It weighed three tons. The world wasn't just spinning - it was a kaleidoscope tornado, and my eyes couldn't even focus. I tried multiple times to sit up and eventually ended up crawling from the hotel bed to the bathroom. Once I relieved myself, I crawled back in bed and slept a few more hours.

Again, I assumed I was just exhausted, and I'm sure that played into what was really going on with me, but it took me until the next day to realize exactly what had happened.

I spent the entirety of that day in bed. I couldn't put my finger on anything else being wrong with me other than my head. The dizziness, the heaviness - I couldn't even roll over without thinking I was going to die.

I was hungry and had no food with me. I had thoughts of delivery, DoorDash - something - but couldn't get my brain clear enough to even place an order. The only thing I had with me to eat was sitting in a bag on the hotel room desk. I somehow managed to get to the desk, grab it, and climb back in bed. What was it?

Peanut butter.

I had a jar of peanut butter. I had no spoon, fork, knife... Just the peanut butter.

Now, remember me telling you that I didn't figure out what was wrong with me until the next day? Well, can you guess?

That's right. I was trippin'.

Every once in a while, I will get a gummy that has a bit more of a concentration of THC, as if things didn't get mixed well. This was one of those times, and it was the worst it has EVER hit me.

So, yes, I laid in bed the entirety of that day and existed on peanut butter I was licking off my finger. Classy, right? 

Whatever. It worked, and at least this time I recognized what was truly happening to me.

I now carry peanut butter with me wherever I go and have started making sure I have some sort of utensil with me.

Go ahead. Laugh. It's fine. I certainly have laughed at myself over this on many occasions.

Just know that if we're ever together and you're trippin', I've got you covered!

Until next time and as always,

Much love and cannabis highs from me to you,

Shelly (a/k/a Dawn Love)

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