First time, extreme, hospital trip!

Ok I just felt I had to share this experience to warm other
people that even though you only have a small amount, psychocybin can cause
harmful effects. (whilst amazing ones).

I was given these mushrooms from a friend who picked them
himself, he knew what he was doing. We were given Amanita Muscaria. The
mushrooms were ground up in a blender and divided into 10 gram bags. Initially
I tried them myself once, and threw up, I probably had a mild stage 1 trip,
with increased sense of smell, euphoria and mild visual distortions.

Last night two of my friends decided to try them. I didn’t
have two bags of 10 grams left.  My
friend just dropped off another bag of an unknown weight, (it looked a little
less then the previous bags, felt lighter) and also, some stalks. I would call
my friends and myself substance enthusiasts I guess, haha. We often do mdma, speed
and coke and I thought we would be capable of handling this. However I must
admit it was their first time trying psychadelics (besides weed).

About 6pm they both had some ginger to help prevent the
nausea and vomiting. At 6:30 we put all the stalks and the powder in my
blender, added some ice, some water, and strawberries . Then divided into two
cups and away they went drinking it. At about 7:30 it begun to hit one of my
friends Jess. She was just sooo happy! She was laughing and felt amazing and
just being a loose bitch. Having a great time. I turned on Pingu on the tv and
we all sat around and laughed. Eventually we started to watch adventure time,
Jess was still having good trips. The stuff in adventure time sent her on
amazing trips and she just couldn’t help but laugh and say stupid things, like ‘the
snakes are coming out of the tv!’

From this point however she took a turn for the worst. I
will describe my night taking care of her, then after this I will describe the
night from her eyes.

8:00pm: From my eyes: She started to babble just nonsense
and carry on like an idiot. We all thought this was funny and let her go
however she just got progressively worse from this point on. She got up and ran
around my my coffee table in the loungeroom. 
She was literally running around in circle as fast as she could around
it, she kept banging her leg into the corners. Im surprised she didn’t cut
herself or break a leg. I eventually calmed her down and layed her on the
lounge. Whilst on the lounge she began to speak shit again, saying ‘thankyou’
for about 5 minutes straight, really quick. I sat down beside her head and this
seemed to help as she stared up at my blankly. Eventually I left the room and
one of my other friends sat with her. They were holding hands and Jess squeezed
her hand so hard that she made the other chick cry. From this point on she
would only experience what I viewed as bad trips, where then she would come out
of them and just keep saying thankyou for minutes on end and nothing else. She
often her expressed her love for whoever was in the room at the time.

8:30: Eventually she got herself up and came into the
kitchen and started dancing around. I was having a smoke outside and she would
peer at me through the window speechless. Finally I came back inside and she
was running up and down the hallway, completely ignoring the fan in the hallway
and ran into that. Knocked it over, then stepped on it and broke it. She didn’t
even notice or acknowledge what she had done but kept running around off her
face. We moved the fan out of the hallway and just watched her carry on. 

9:00pm:She got worse, we layed her down on the lounge and
she just started screaming at the top of her lungs. I have never heard anyone
scream as loud as what she was. And she would do it for like 10 minutes
straight. It was so loud that I put my hand over her mouth in an attempt to
block out some of the noise in case the neighbours thought I was raping someone
and called the police haha. After her screaming fits she would come out of that
and just go back to herself saying ‘thankyou’ for minutes and minutes. If she
wasn’t saying thankyou she would be saying ‘I love you’ to whoever she would
see. She began another one of her screaming 
fits on the lounge, I really can’t describe how loud this was, it was
just fkn intense. Me and my friends decided to take her to my bedroom and then
lay her down in bed, and turn on my lava lamp and someone lay there with her to
keep her calm. The lights from the lamp might help..? Right? Wrong.

As we were carrying her there (whilst she screamed and
screamed). We had to put her down in the hallway for a break. We thought we
would let her come out of this scream fit before we would move her again. (btw,
whilst we had her layed down in the halfway we had to put weight on her body as
she was shaking and squirming and just being a general menance). After what
seemed an eternity she came out of this scream fit and resumed to saying
thankyou over and over very quick. She came out of that, and finally we could
talk to her a little bit. She said, ‘I just wet myself’. I felt her pants but
couldn’t notice any wetness. As she started to scream again we then noticed a
pool forming from under her on the carpet. At this point we made the decision
to take her to the hospital because we couldn’t control her anymore, the
screaming periods were lengthening. I ran outside to juggle some cars around,
and before you know it there she is running down my driveway out onto the road.
Fml.

I sped after her, and two of my friends chased her on foot. We eventually
caught her and threw her in the car. She calmed down somewhat at this point.
And we could make conversation with her. (very basic and simple conversation).
We drove her to the hospital and I pulled up and went in and asked a nurse what
would happen if we brought her in. They told me to do it, and the police
wouldn’t be involved. Thankfuck.

9:30: I drove the car around and pulled up. The nurses came
out with a chair and it took 4 of us to get her in it. It wasn’t like she was
fighting us, but she was just dead weight. We wheeled her into the emergency
section. And got her into a bed. As soon as she got into the bed she begun
screaming at the top of her lungs again. Fucks sake, I swear the whole hospital
would have woken up. The nurses and myself tried to calm her down, but to no
avail. They put shitloads of.. little circle thigns all over her and begun to
moniter her blood pressure. (which we she was screaming was reaching up to
190bpm). Same thing really, she would come in and out of her screaming fits. At
one point she stood up on top of the bed, completely naked lol. This continued
for at least another 2 hours (where she wet herself another two times and the
hospital staff had to move her around beds).  Finally at about 2am the hospital staff
decided to give her 2 vikidin to calm her down, knock her out whatever.

Finally fell asleep, woke up the next morning normal. (mind
you whilst all this was going on my other mate who took the same amound was
helping us deal with her, and was having mild trips himself. (colour
distortions etc, he said when I was scrolling through FB on my phone, that the
screen as going red and green). So its funny that it affected her so greatly,
and him so little.

The next morning she told me about her experience from her
eyes, here is how it went:

She remembered squeezing her friends hand, and everything
that happened in my house, to the point where she ran down the road and ‘got
hit by a car’. Then she would wake up in hospital in a coma with all her family
outside, but she couldn’t move to tell them she was ok. Then the same sequence
of events would replay in her mind. So she would be back at my house again
squeezing her friends hand, running around my house, then running down the
street and getting hit by a car. She said everytime she got hit by a car it was
the most pain she had every experienced in her life. This same sequence of
events kept replaying in her mind as she had no sense of reality or time. This
accounts for the screaming at the hospital. But as for the screaming in my
house she can’t remember why she was doing that. As far as I can guess, at the
mushrooms peak of feeling (in my house) something was happening in her mind
which she can’t remember, and then as soon as she got to the hospital her since
of time was gone, as she kept reliving the same sequence of events over and
over in her mind.