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 Mushie23
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 A trip to the ER 
#15650818 - 01/11/12 05:38 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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This trip took place at the end of March, 2010. My friend will never take mushrooms again due to this night.
It was the first or second night in my new place and things were still in boxes throughout the house. My buddy called me up and asked if I wanted to "trip" tonight. During that time, I never turned down a chance to visit the mushroom kingdom. This was before I embraced the "prep before you trip" concept. He had picked some cyanescens from a friends back yard and had them drying in a show box. Not sure how many days, but pretty close to being completely dry.
I called my gf at work and said I'm gonna be dosing tonight and wanted to give her a heads up. As usual, she was cool about it and I said I'd see her later on when she gets home.
My friend D came on over around 5 or 6 with his shoebox. We had to be somewhat quiet since my room mate worked night crew and was still sleeping. My buddy opens the shoebox to show me his pick. I'm admiring his find and he comes up with a brilliant idea, "lets put em into capsules", he says. Me, not thinking it'd affect us any differently, say ok and proceeded to grind em up in my herb grinder. I emptied my grinder while D weighed out an 8th for each of us. It took a little while to get all the capsules filled, but we eventually filled em. If I remember correctly, it came out to 12 or capsules. We started gulping them down and found around the 6th or 7th cap, it was becoming a little difficult to swallow these down. We kind gave each other that look, the look that says, "maybe we shouldn't be popping all these capsules". We tough past it and choke down the rest of the caps...now we wait.
We decided to walk to Safeway as these kicked in. So we got dressed, smoked a little herb and headed out. About 30-40 minutes go by and we're about back to my front door. Here's where things start to go sideways. We could feel them coming on, the slight nausea, yawning and watery eyes becoming more noticeable. I sit down in the dining room to relax and them take over. My friend D grabs his guitar case and proceeds to strum some tunes. As he starts picking his guitar, he stops, looks at and goes back to playing. He does this 2 or 3 more times. He then pulls the guitar away from his body with one hand and looks at me, "this isn't my guitar". I look at him confused thinking, yes it is your guitar, you've had the same one forever. He continues to look at his guitar, looks at me, looks back at his guitar shaking his head saying "no, no this isn't mine". He sets the guitar down and comes over to sit by me. I don't remember if we said anything to each other or just sat in silence. I'm starting to embrace the mushroom effect and realize this may be one long ride. My friend D stands up while I'm lost in my own little world and starts pacing.
Up to this trip, I've dealt with people who have "lost it" a little during trips, but this was a little different. He kept pacing, pacing, put his on his head wide eyed as could be. He continued to pace, then takes his shirt off, he starts saying "I don't know, I don't know" for no reason. I blurt out, "D, you're scaring me". He responds "I'm scaring myself man". He continues to pace and I attempt to stand up and walk outside for some fresh air. I feel myself wobble and lose my balance as I walk out the back door, I'm unable to grasp the concept of walking. I sit down immediately and try to gather myself. D comes outside and starts blabbering, somewhat loudly. I tell him to keep it down due to the neighbors. I go to stand up and come back in the house and stumble again. I make my way into the house and park it on a chair, not wanting to feel over and starting to feel a little uneasy with where this is going. D and I try to talk to each other but can't comprehend what the other is trying to say, or just can't talk straight. This goes on for 15 or 20 minutes longer and I realize we're 1 hour 45 minutes into the trip. Even tripping like I was, I was able to put together this wasn't normal for our trips.
My gf comes home about 2 hours into the trip. She comes in the front door with this hairy creature in her arms. As happy as I was to see her, I was glued to what was in her arms. She picked her cat up from her parents house that night and was adopting it, I completely forgot she was doing this. I'm not sure whether or not to tell her what's going on or let her see things unfold for herself. She takes the cat into the bedroom and I sit there with D for a couple more minutes. When D wasn't pacing, he was rocking in his seat, like extreme anxiety or nervousness. I get up to go into the bedroom and talk with my girl. I'm feeling ok , but am extremely concerned with my friend. I've never seen either one of us ever react this way to mushrooms. As I'm in the bedroom chatting with my gf, D comes walking in cause he didn't want to be alone. He sat down, legs crossed in the middle of my floor and started rocking back and fourth again. I told him he was really freaking me out, he said sorry and didn't know what to do. My gf was completely sober and I asked her what she was seeing. "He's tripping hard" she says, I agree and a little happy it's not just me reacting this way.
A few minutes go by and I can't understand what he's saying or where he's going with his words. It becomes so overly intense for him, he says "take me to the hospital". I looked at him sideways with the expression of "are you serious?" He tells me yes and that if we don't get him there, he's going to die.
D and I have taken mushrooms together probably 20 or 25 times together. Up to this point, we've had great times. Listening to him say "take me to the hospital, I think I'm dying" really hit me hard due to the state of mind I was in. I tell my girlfriend what he says and she had the same reaction I did, "really?" He continues to say this at it become his safe haven. My gf says "fine, he wants to go, lets go".
Us 3 get our things together and head out to the car. I remember thinking, "are we really going to the hospital for this"? D jumps in the back seat and I get in the front while, of course, my gf drives. We make our way to the freeway all while D is in the back telling us to take care of his dog, tell his dad he loves him and that he's going to see his mom in heaven. Now I know you can't od from psilocybin, but he was starting to convince me he would be dead by nights end. We're on the i5 freeway going north doing 80mph. Every time I look in the back seat, there's D, wide eyed, breathing hard grabbing both seats with his had. "Go faster, I'll pay for the ticket, I don't care." I thought if we get pulled over, we're so screwed. It took about 20-25 minutes to get to the ER. We pull up and D is the first one and just starts walking to towards the building. I hadn't realized he was barefoot and he fit the description of "man, that guy is f'd up on something". My gf and I trot to catch up to him and see him talking to some people near the ambulance entrance. I can't make out what's being said, but they point off into the direction of the ER. As his wobbles off, barefoot, the ambulance people mouth to one another, "oh no!". I walk past them and hear them chatting about the crazy kid that just walked by. I simply say "hello" and keep walking.
We get inside the ER and find D at the counter trying to talk to the nurse. He simply says "I took too many mushrooms and now I'm going to die". The nurse was trying to assure him he'd be fine, but he was truly convinced his time was up. They ask him to fill out some paper work, which had to be done by my gf. He was then asked to sign his name and he couldn't spell it. He hands me the pen and asks me to do it. He's italian and I have no clue how to spell his name even when sober. They ask him to sit down and they'll be with him shortly...he doesn't sit down. He makes his way in the room with the pay phones and huddles up under a counter into a corner. He tells my gf that he doesn't want the people in the waiting room to see him die. I remember looking at him huddled up in the corner, thinking this is some of the craziest stuff I've ever been a part of.
A nurse comes out and calls his name. His brain function would no longer allow him to walk. He had to be put into a wheel chair and wheeled to his room. My gf and I go in the room and sit with him in silence. He's still certain his time is up and he will be dead soon. He again starts telling us to take care of his dog, he's going to see his mom...etc. He then looks at me and says, "I wanna see my dad one last time". Me, still ultra concerned about his well being, was willing to do whatever it took to help him. I stand up and say "we'll go get him". My gf looks at me surprised by my answer. Just when I thought the night was starting to calm, I throw myself in an even more awkward situation.
My gf and I head out to the car and head to D's dad's house 15 minutes down the road. I remember pulling up into the driveway and my gf asking "you want me to come with you?" Something told me I had to do this myself, so I simply said "no, I got it". I walk up the porch with my heart thumping, not sure how his dad will react. I knock twice and his Dad answers, "hey buddy...what's wrong?" Obviously he could tell from my distressed look that something wasn't right. There was no way of sugar coating what had to be said. "D's in the hospital, he ate too many mushrooms". His closed his eyes, dropped his head and turned it to the side. I couldn't help but think, he's gonna hit me. I'm sitting there for a good 4 or 5 seconds waiting for a response. "I'll follow you there" was all he said.
He follows my gf and I back to the ER. I have no idea what to think, my mind feels like it's own overload at this point. We park and y gf runs ahead of me to D's dad to catch him up on what happened. I wasn't sure if I should feel guilty, bad or what. Mushrooms is something I had come to love(and now love even more) and seeing this outcome was just sheer overwhelming. D's dad didn't say anything to me in the waiting room. I'm pretty sure he was getting teary eyed though...then they called him into the room where D was. I watched him walk away into D's room and that, to me, was the end of this ride. I told my gf, "lets go home and let them have their time".
We get back home and I'm in a haze of what had just happened. I see the guitar, the chairs we were sitting in and I was replaying the whole thing to try and put together how it had gotten to that point. I sat there with the bong for a good half hour or so, replaying the night over and over in my head. I finally pass out around midnight. My friend D calls us the next morning apologizing repeatedly. He comes over and takes us to breakfast, with him and I retracing our steps the night before at the table. I was relieved when my gf said I seemed to be handle myself pretty good during the whole ordeal. We took the same amount, not sure what to say. D gave me the rest of his mushrooms and I gladly accepted. It's getting close to 2 years since that night and he wont take even the smallest dose.
We love telling this story to friends, as my friend D will never be able to live it down. He hasn't really talked about what he felt that night or possible visioned, as I wait for him to bring it up and talk about it. His dad, thankfully didn't ask me if I was going to take them anymore, since D gave em up for good. I'm glad I haven't stopped taking them as they've done nothing but good(in my eyes) for my perception on life. I now take them in a much more respectable manner, not on a "whim". I've been along quite a few trips where I've had to go along with someone else on their bad trip. As interesting as it is, the experience is not enjoyable. I'm very selective who I trip with and more times than not, I trip in solitude. If I am bringing someone with, it's someone I'm close to and small doses to see how they do.
Hopefully one day, D will try a small dose of mushrooms again.
-Thank you for reading
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Mushie23
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 Re: A trip to the ER [Re: Mushie23]
#15650873 - 01/11/12 05:50 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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Wow, someone needs to write their stories not high...I'm counting mass mistakes, my bad everyone.
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Re: A trip to the ER [Re: Mushie23]
#15651658 - 01/11/12 08:45 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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Dunno what you are apologizing for. It was well-written and a good read. I made it all the way through. This is a classic case for testing the waters by starting with a far lower dose than normal with each batch of entheogenic material you grow, find, extract, or purchase.
Edited by OldHippie (01/11/12 08:49 PM)
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You have lost a trip buddy, and your friend has lost his psychedelic nerve. Totally understandable, but sad only because it was avoidable.
I think you handled the situation quite well, maturely, and with courage under very difficult circumstances! Good for you!!! Does your buddy realize what a good friend you are?? I hope so! I'd trip with you any day. Plus five rating shrooms for you, sir, for showing how its done right under pressing circumstances!!
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Re: A trip to the ER [Re: Mushie23]
#15651741 - 01/11/12 08:59 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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I have thought I was going to die before. Is this considered ego death? Thankfully not once did I think of calling the ambulance. Guess this is why you need 2 sober trip sitters if you take large doses
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Mushie23
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Quote:
Nature Boy said:
You have lost a trip buddy, and your friend has lost his psychedelic nerve. Totally understandable, but sad only because it was avoidable.
I think you handled the situation quite well, maturely, and with courage under very difficult circumstances! Good for you!!! Does your buddy realize what a good friend you are?? I hope so! I'd trip with you any day. Plus five rating shrooms for you, sir, for showing how its done right under pressing circumstances!!
N.B.
Thank you Nature Boy!
Our friends have brought that up quite a few times. "Man, you're a good friend, getting his dad while trippin tough on mushrooms...that's crazy." I brush it off though, not wanting to feed the ego.
I figure if I can handle that on an 8th, I'll keep that my maximum dosage and i should be able to steer clear of my own bad trip. I appreciate and respect the sacred mushroom so much, I don't want to "abuse" it by taking too much.
Feel free to trip with me anytime NB! Strictly entheogens for me though 
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Re: A trip to the ER [Re: Mushie23]
#15673210 - 01/16/12 12:46 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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Good story... Sorry it turned out that way.
I can relate- I lost my best and pretty much only tripping buddy in similar circumstances. His behavior was pretty much identical to what you described, but the difference is that we were alone so we knew we couldn't drive and I was able to talk him out of calling an ambulance. I basically had to talk soothingly for about 5 hours straight and keep him from losing it completely.
I kept telling him that at exactly ___ o'clock he'd be feeling much better. Luckily based on our many trips together I was able to predict it with pretty good accuracy.
He hasn't had anything other than weed since then.
Really a shame though.
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