Boom Boom 4th of July
So I don't post a lot here; I don't think I ever have before. So I'll share a story because why not. I'll preface it by asking if anyone here has had a near death experience. What was it like? How did it affect you afterwards?
Anyways:
>Trying to make plans with girlfriend for 4th of July
>The previous week we decided we would go hangout all day and see the fireworks show at a town about 20 minutes from ours
>That day tells me that her father has to take her out to get something
>Say okay, no problem, we can just hangout later
>Get a sad smiley face response, erm what?
>Ask her if she can even do anything today.
>Don't get a response for two hours, when I do it's a "No I'm really sorry"
>Ok, well I guess it's whatever, 4th of July isn't too special
>Text friends that whatever they're doing, I'm down to join them
>Go over to friend Adam's house
>Basically just a whole night of playing Smash Bros (Wario ftw) or Fifa in his basement (parents weren't home)
>Was 18 btw, final summer before leaving for college
>More friends come, we head into his garage
>Hotbox his old, broken down Volkswagen
>Start feeling a bit off, disregard it as probably a stomach ache from the 20 probably undercooked McDonalds chicken nuggets I had just eaten
>Come back into friend's basement, start playing more smash
>New friend comes down, brings a gravity-bong type thing with him
>Take a big hit, immediately feel off
>Run into bathroom and try and to throw up, nothing comes out
>Go lie down on couch, look higher than seth rogen in that one movie
>Friends making jokes, its all good
>Except I'm not
>Go upstairs into living room, decide I'll just go to sleep and be fine later
>Kind of bummed I was going to miss everything, but whatever
>Minutes go bye, not feeling any better, heart starts pumping hard
>Friend who owns the house comes upstairs, sees me lying on couch
>Starts laughing (he was high its all good) and asks whats up
>Struggling to talk because I was laughing too much, at this point my skin was getting really clammy and itchy
>In tears because of laughter and pain trying to get friend to see im not okay
>Finally gets it, calls 911
>Apparently my friends booked it out the house? Donno nothin'
>Try to make joke to friend to calm him down (I thought he was upset)
I'll drop the green text for the rest of this. The ambulance came and took me to the hospital about 20 minutes up the road. Basically I had visions of my family and friends reaching out to me, I was terrified because I had no clue what was going on. People see Jesus when they're dying, I saw my High School English teacher (who was kind of like a grey bearded fat jesus.) Everything went white, and I was feeling the urge to go to sleep really badly. Was trying to stubbornly stay awake because I didn't know what was going on. The last thing I remember is being pounded on the chest because I closed my eyes for a second and then my oxygen thing went off and they were trying to resuscitate me.
Basically, it ended up being that I had an allergic reaction to something the weed was laced with. My parents came and I left the next day. Spilled my guts to my girlfriend about what happened, just happy to be alive. She ended up coming over and breaking up with me the next day.
I don't know why I want to share; I guess I just hate the holidays now.
The weird thing is I remember almost everything from that night, but I remember nothing from the next week. I vaguely recall the gf coming over, but my friends apparently took me laser-tagging and to the Baltimore Aquarium to cheer me up. I remember none of it.
So yeah.
Anyways:
>Trying to make plans with girlfriend for 4th of July
>The previous week we decided we would go hangout all day and see the fireworks show at a town about 20 minutes from ours
>That day tells me that her father has to take her out to get something
>Say okay, no problem, we can just hangout later
>Get a sad smiley face response, erm what?
>Ask her if she can even do anything today.
>Don't get a response for two hours, when I do it's a "No I'm really sorry"
>Ok, well I guess it's whatever, 4th of July isn't too special
>Text friends that whatever they're doing, I'm down to join them
>Go over to friend Adam's house
>Basically just a whole night of playing Smash Bros (Wario ftw) or Fifa in his basement (parents weren't home)
>Was 18 btw, final summer before leaving for college
>More friends come, we head into his garage
>Hotbox his old, broken down Volkswagen
>Start feeling a bit off, disregard it as probably a stomach ache from the 20 probably undercooked McDonalds chicken nuggets I had just eaten
>Come back into friend's basement, start playing more smash
>New friend comes down, brings a gravity-bong type thing with him
>Take a big hit, immediately feel off
>Run into bathroom and try and to throw up, nothing comes out
>Go lie down on couch, look higher than seth rogen in that one movie
>Friends making jokes, its all good
>Except I'm not
>Go upstairs into living room, decide I'll just go to sleep and be fine later
>Kind of bummed I was going to miss everything, but whatever
>Minutes go bye, not feeling any better, heart starts pumping hard
>Friend who owns the house comes upstairs, sees me lying on couch
>Starts laughing (he was high its all good) and asks whats up
>Struggling to talk because I was laughing too much, at this point my skin was getting really clammy and itchy
>In tears because of laughter and pain trying to get friend to see im not okay
>Finally gets it, calls 911
>Apparently my friends booked it out the house? Donno nothin'
>Try to make joke to friend to calm him down (I thought he was upset)
I'll drop the green text for the rest of this. The ambulance came and took me to the hospital about 20 minutes up the road. Basically I had visions of my family and friends reaching out to me, I was terrified because I had no clue what was going on. People see Jesus when they're dying, I saw my High School English teacher (who was kind of like a grey bearded fat jesus.) Everything went white, and I was feeling the urge to go to sleep really badly. Was trying to stubbornly stay awake because I didn't know what was going on. The last thing I remember is being pounded on the chest because I closed my eyes for a second and then my oxygen thing went off and they were trying to resuscitate me.
Basically, it ended up being that I had an allergic reaction to something the weed was laced with. My parents came and I left the next day. Spilled my guts to my girlfriend about what happened, just happy to be alive. She ended up coming over and breaking up with me the next day.
I don't know why I want to share; I guess I just hate the holidays now.
The weird thing is I remember almost everything from that night, but I remember nothing from the next week. I vaguely recall the gf coming over, but my friends apparently took me laser-tagging and to the Baltimore Aquarium to cheer me up. I remember none of it.
So yeah.
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