Live the same

The brownie was really good and there were no signs of trouble. Everyone was having fun, and so was I, for a while. But my fun had nothing to do with the drug cake. Then it turned out that my body reacts very badly to marijuana/hashish or whatever it's called. While everyone else was experiencing positive and pleasant effects, I suddenly felt terrible. I don't know exactly what happened, but it had something to do with my blood pressure - dropped or jumped, I'm not sure. My vision went black, I almost lost my peripheral vision, my head started to hurt like crazy, there was a strong pressure in my ears, and worst of all, my legs almost gave out. I leaned against the wall, but I couldn't get up, so I just slid to the floor.

Meanwhile, everyone else was getting what they wanted and finding what was happening to me funny. There was no point in hoping for their help. Maybe I would have called an ambulance, but I didn't know how, I didn't know where my phone was, and I might have gotten into trouble with the police (because the Dominican Republic has very harsh penalties for drug crimes). I crawled back to my room and lay down on my bed. I felt terrible - my pulse was pounding in my ears so loudly I could barely hear anything, my vision was almost gone, my body wasn't responding to me, and my head was killing me.

It seemed to last forever... but eventually it passed. Somehow I came to my senses - I think it only took a couple of hours. No one was home, the room was a mess, and everyone had gone somewhere, leaving the door open...

up until this point I was sure that today was Saturday, and I don't use social networks on Saturdays. And no, I don't have Shabbat, it just happened that way 😁 So I'm in a hurry to correct myself and write at least something, I'll add a couple of photos and we'll consider that I tried 😅