PART I-STUPID ME
I've tried Salvia around 10 times before this one. Some of those were up to 40 extract, and the rest were just dried plant material. The first time I tried it, it involved a bathtub and a two-liter (huge gravity bong). That was on 5x. Results: Stoned. Which was fine, that was the time during which I smoked weed every day, so it was a welcome effect.
Fast forward 4 years, I've tried it over and over, with the same effect. Stoned. The problem is I don't really smoke pot anymore, and stoned is not a way I want to be. I've tried it up to 40x, and still the same effect. No more gravity bong; I've used a regular thick-walled glass bong. It's still lying around, and since it cost 300 bucks I boiled the bowl to get resin out and used it for other plants, rather than get rid of it. It really is a beautiful bong, but it doesn't make salvia work any better.
The most I've gotten out of it, until the day this story takes place, is a slight tingling on my right side, as though my whole right side is falling asleep. This was 2 weeks before, with the friend mentioned below.
Saturday, May 9, 2009-Mother's Day weekend. I've brought my kid to play with my best friends kids. She's in town for the weekend, and staying with her parents, who have a pool and the whole shebang, and also like to party. We figured-Hell, we're mothers. Let's have great mothers day weekend! Her dad has been trying to use us (since we are mid-twenties females in bikinis) to convince his guy friends to come over all afternoon, and now it's getting dark and all the kids are all inside watching TV and eating dora the explorer shaped cookies.
I have to say a quick word about her Dad. He's a wonderful guy and has been like a father to me. He's also the kind of person who likes to fuck with people. He'll "throw you out" and make you burst into tears before he tells you to chill out, he's just kidding. Once you get to know him,and get used to it, he's wonderful-a great drinking buddy, and he would do anything for any of us. She's a widow, and I won his full endorsement after her husband died and I drove 3 hours to help her with her then 3-year-old and infant kids. He's "adopted" me as a second daughter, no matter what kind of "weird shit" we get into.
On this day, the "weird shit" we got into included Salvia. With her parents there to watch the kids if need be (Remember, I wasn't really expecting it to work, I wasn't thinking past "Stoned"), she pulls out a little glass bottle with "Salvia D. 20x" marked on it. She also pulls out a pipe-she's a pothead, so of course she has one. I climb out of the pool to take a hit.
As I breathe in, I'm thinking :"The resin in this pipe is going to get me stoned. The Salvia is also going to get me stoned. Man, I'm going to be tired."
I breathe in and the ol' choking impulse comes over me, but I hold it in dutifully as long as I can. The second I let it out, the tingling is back. No big deal...but then, there is something more there. I look at her. She's packing a bowl for my boyfriend. I say, as normally as possible- "Hey, (friend), could you help me sit down?"
I'm giving her a very meaningful look, which I'm hoping she picks up on. It has just occurred to me that her dad is watching me intently, and that at the slightest hint of altered state he's going to be out here fucking with me. WHY did I not think of this before? Because I am an idiot.
She helps me to a chair two feet in front of me. The tingling feeling is really intense now. I feel like it is starting on the right side of my body-at the very edge-and moving across. I can't describe it any other way than tingling-it's more than that, but not as painful as pins and needles. As it moves across my body, I feel like I'm disappearing...I think that when I've done disappearing, I will be somewhere else. All along I know that it's just the effect of the drug, but I am curious to know where it's going to take me.
Then I hear it..."Of COURSE I'm gonna fuck with her!!!"
And he's in my face, saying...what's up...I'm almost crying, saying...DON'T FUCK WITH ME PLEASE!
I look at my hand and I'm surprised to see that it's all still there, half of it isn't gone. I look over his shoulder and see my boyfriend. I yell his name. He's talking to here mom-it's done nothing to him. At this point. I SCREAM his name. This is my tripping buddy, my fellow psychonaut. The person I trust to take care of me when I trip. I trust my friend, too. But her dad isn't listening to her.
BF looks up and says...you ok? I think I shake my head vigorously NO, but later I'm told I just looked away. And then I'm crying, it's not as bad as before, and the dad is apologizing, telling me I KNOW he would never let anything bad happen to me.
The thing is, I wasn't terrified I was going to die. That never crossed my mind. I was terrified that I was going to have a bad trip. I go out of my way to avoid situations like this. I can handle ego death-I can handle the fear of PHYSICAL death-in the right environment. But if someone is going to intentionally fuck with me...that's enough to give me a bad trip. Just that knowledge. It was my worst psychedelic fear come true...someone who would intentionally freak me out while I was in an altered state. He didn't even say anything to freak me out. I just knew he was going to, and that was enough. I have never been so terrified in my life.
As soon as I've come somewhat around (3 minutes after smoking-not long), I begin screaming and cursing at my poor boyfriend for not helping me. Not my normal behavior-I was paranoid and suddenly filled with rage. Then I realize he is looking a little funny.
PART II-Near Dead Boyfriend
My boyfriend is a type 1 diabetic. He keeps his health under very tight control with insulin shots and diet. I'm not used to him having any problem.
He's tried salvia each time I have, with similar effects, only lessened. He's never had even a tingling-just a shitty weed-like stoned-ness.
I go over to him-my walking is still off, I realize-and ask him what happened. He says-nothing, it just made me stoned. At this point, he's lying his head down on the edge of the pool. I help him get out, and realize he must be WAY drunk-he can hardly stand. He must also be cold-he looks white as a sheet.
I help him inside, mentally calculating what he drank...10 low carb beers over 7 hours-not NEARLY enough to have this effect.
And he starts dry-heaving.
It hits me-his blood sugar is low.
Somehow, someone finds him a sucker. He announces that he hates suckers. So I wait until he's got his mouth open and shove a spoonful of sugar in his mouth. He spits most of it into my face. He's become belligerent.
If not for my friend's dad-the one who fucked with me-I would not have been able to force feed him a glass of water with an entire cup of sugar dissolved in it.
At this point they are asking me if he needs "a shot."
Most people do not understand diabetes. An insulin shot makes blood sugar lower. Sugar and carbohydrate makes it higher. Alcohol makes blood sugar lower, but alcohol with carbohydrates often takes care of itself.
Low carb beer, like he was drinking-because of his extreme sensitivity to carbs-is generally fine for him. Also, he had eaten a high-carb meal during the drinking to make sure.
I knew all of this, but I also knew what was wrong with him-his sugar, for some unexplained reason, was low. At this point, I realize that I am still tripping. I'm very confused. I start looking for his glucose monitor and realize he's left it at home-30 minutes away. The nearest hospital is 50, the nearest police station 40. I force him to take more sugar.
During all this, he says that he can hear everything that's going on, but he cannot move and he cannot control his responses.
He's dead weight, but FD (friend's Dad) had brought him to the bathroom in case he has to puke.
Suddenly, he stands up, drops his swimming trunks, and sits on the toilet. There, he proceeds to take a shit in front of me, FD, Friend's mom, Friend, and Friend's Kid.
I should mention that he is one of the most private, shy people that one will ever meet. I lived with him for 3 years before I was allowed to be in the bathroom while he peed. We only have one bathroom.
And he's somewhat coherent. He's regaining his color. FD throws him in our car, I throw my kid in the back, and we embark on a perilous journey to home, and the glucose monitor. It's on the way to the ER.
FD (driving) and I are yelling and shouting, along with my kid, to keep him awake. We pull up to the house and I jump out and measure his glucose.
105. NOT below normal-normal is 70-130.
I out him to bed and test his glucose every hour. It climbs to 120 and then begins to drop, and steadies at 95.
So he was just really drunk...right?
The next morning, he informs me that one tablespoon of sugar generally bumps his glucose up 30-50 points.
We gave him 2 cups.
Which means that if we hadn't, he would be dead.
I get online and find out reason #2 that we are idiots-the reason that one should not smoke salvia after drinking (or one of the reasons)...
Both salvia and alcohol lower blood glucose levels.
Gluconeogenesis is complex, but as a type 1 diabetic, he is already on meds (in addition to his insulin) to partially shut down gluconeogenesis.
So when his blood sugar drops,his body has no way of raising it itself.
I preach to everyone I know about taking psychoactive plants seriously. We both do.
I think of how stupid people are when they get rushed to the ER because of some plant.
We both acted like idiots, and almost became yet another reason for the idiots in power to ban psychoactives.
I know we were stupid, so I really don't need to hear it from everyone.
I did want to try and describe the whole trip, as I thought it was quite unique.
Edited by Melusina (05/13/09 07:56 PM)
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