Weed Brownie Research Paper

It was a Friday night here at Keene State College. My friends and I were staying in for the night to just watch movies, get high and munch out. I was getting all my stuff together to go for a drive with the girls to smoke a blunt like usual, until Taylor came into my room with a brownie, saying that she got one for me, and everyone else. “We're all gonna eat one of these tonight instead of smoking. They are cooked in cannabis oil and will make us feel great!” I personally was a little stand-offish to the idea because my last memory of eating a weed brownie was junior year of highschool and I did not particularly enjoy the way it made me feel. I told her and my other friends that, and they were all very keen on saying it was different this …show more content…
When I got back to my room, I laid in bed and tried to fall asleep hoping I could just sleep it off and when I’d wake up the feeling would have passed. For about 20 minutes I tossed and turned in my bed, still feeling like I was spinning and got very nauseous. So I gave up on the idea of sleeping, once again as I stood up out of bed I got dizzy and almost fell over. My roommate could tell something was wrong also and told me drink a bottle of water and take a shower, that she had heard once the best way to make a person's high go down was by showering. Without even thinking about it, I grabbed only my towel and ran downstairs to the bathroom. Stupid and delirious me gets into the running shower and realizes I forgot everything, all I had was my towel and the clothes I came down in. No soap, shampoo, or even a change of clothes for afterwards. At this point I was desperate, I stood under the hot water for almost an hour, having to hold onto the hook screwed into the wall of the shower the entire time or I would have fallen over. I was gasping for air, breathing very heavy and just hoping that this would bring me back down and make the effects of the brownie go …show more content…
I still did not feel refreshed or like I had gotten enough sleep, but I felt like I could function normally again. If possible I probably could have slept the entire day, that's how drained my body felt. But either way I knew I had to get out of bed, take an actual shower and start my day. As the day went on, and I ate some food and took a walk for fresh air I started to feel a lot better. Yet I was still so confused why the brownie affected me that way and so drastically but did not do that to anyone else. That being the second time I’ve been given a weed brownie to eat and both times I’ve had a bad experience I knew that they were not for me and I never planned on taking another one ever again. I don’t know whether or not my body rejected the drug in a negative way or if that is even possible, but there was something about that brownie that I should have never trusted it in my body. The way I reacted was not normal, it was actually very scary and traumatizing. Just writing this paper gave me the chills because it brings me back to that night, which I hope to never feel like