Dose - THC overdose?

[Solidly-here]

Desolated says: "my friend is set on the idea that if you get high enough it can cause life threatening conditions, like trouble breathing or panic / spasing type things."

Yeah, well I have a friend who is sure that he will be picked up by an Alien spaceship some day. Both of our friends have about the same percentage chance of their things happening.

Why not have your friend smoke-up 2 Ounces of White Widow? If he lives, you can Post it here. If he dies, let him Rest in Peace.

[Alicia]

Originally Posted by Solidly-here

Why not have your friend smoke-up 2 Ounces of White Widow? If he lives, you can Post it here. If he dies, let him Rest in Peace.

Swia lol would be willing to do that test

[Sky Walker]

Tell your friend he is wrong, ask him for some evidence to support his claim, tell him no one in the history of recorded history has ever died as a direct result of marijuana consumption. Then tell him that it is physically impossible to ever ingest any where near the theorized LD50 for marijuana and that he is at a higher risk of death from consuming potatos than marijuana. Then if he still doesn't listen, maybe tell him he's an idiot and that he should stop smoking until his head is clear and he can reach a logical conclusion of the actual (minimal) harms causes by marijuana.


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[Bajeda]

A Hashish Overdose from The Natural Mind
by Andrew Weil
p. 50-51



In 1968, when I was studying marihuana in Boston, I deliberately consumed an overdose (6 grams) of potent hashish in order to experience this reaction. I took it orally, under observation, and kept notes as long as I was able. The effects of the drug were felt within forty minutes and were pleasant but strong for about a half-hour. Thereafter, things became quite confusing. I could not understand what was said to me, felt physically sick, and soon was unfit to do anything but lie in bed and wait for morning. Auditory hallucinations were prominent, especially threatening voices that rose in volume to a crescendo, the faded out. For about twelve hours I remained in a stage of consciousness between sleeping and waking, marked by vivid nightmares. Lucid intervals were rare; for much of the time I did not know where I was, even thinking I was six years old and sick from measles. By morning, most of the worst symptoms had disappeared, but I had a powerful hangover that left me prostrate for another twenty-four hours. I would not willingly repeat the experience.

Swim has had his own Hashish OD experiences. He has eaten straight hash before (don't go telling me you need to mix it with something with fat, it works!!) in sizable quantities (over a gram at least) and had some very intense experiences.

In particular one swim was literally passing out. He will provide a short trip report below.





OD On Hashish?

Swim had some extra hashish on him on Wednesday (the beginning of the weekend in the Middle-East) and had a few hours to kill before heading to his friend's house to chill and smoke for a few hours after picking up some sheghra (type of hash).

Swim had a 1.5 gram piece of nice soft sticky afghanistani hash on him left over from the week and decided that he wanted to try oral consumption again. He popped it in his mouth and chased it down with a glass of milk. Mmmmmmm...... though he accidentally chewed it a bit while breaking it down in his mouth so he got annoyingly sticky hash pieces stuck in his teeth! It was 5:30pm. The hash was quite potent but not laced with heroin or opium as is possible in the region. Swim had orally consumed hash before though only up to .5g and that was more than enough as is!! Also in those cases he didn't drink milk after ingestion, he just swallowed whole for various reasons (such as walking on to a military base and having a piece to deal with that you don't want to throw away!!)

An hour later he drove to his friends house 15minutes away. Swim and his friends decided to roll a small j with what they had left from the previous weekend to tide them over until the dealer arrived. They smoked it (between 4 people) while playing pool and chilling and then headed up to swim's friend's room to listen to some music and check out some funny shit on the comp. This was about 6:30pm to 6:45pm.

It is about this time swim really starts feeling the hash take effect. He notices another layer slip over the high from the joint. He recognizes the the lethargic feeling in his body and heavyness of the head that comes with eating hashish. He kneels down next to the computer to watch the clips playing as the chair doesn't feel comfortable anymore.

In another 15 minutes swim is feeling quite messed up. His head weighs a ton. Seriously. He can barely hold his head up. His head would keep rolling to a side and he would have to use his hands to physically prop his head back up, which was quite a challenge as his arms were completely numb as well. Swim is getting visual like effects while watching the cartoons (joecartoon swim thinks) and is quite confused as to whats happening.

Another 30 minutes goes by and swim is not feeling well. He is extremely tired, as though he had taken 20mg or more of valium. He is kneeling on the floor with his head resting on his friend's bed. He keeps trying to prop his head up or stand up but can't. At one point he manages to look in the mirror and sees that his eyes are fucked. They are completely covered with a large web of red and yellow veins branching across his eyeball, and the white that he can see is glazed over with a yellowish tint. Actually looking closer he sees that his eyes are completely glazed over, and his vision is a bit distorted even. He keeps alternating between half-lying on the bed and getting up and taking a few steps around.

Swim's friends are getting ready for the dealer to arrive about 15 minutes later when swim has had enough. He calls a friend to take him home. His is literally passing out, and in no condition to drive. He can barely walk. His coordination is about the same as if he had drank about 7-8 beers. He has trouble seeing and though he can hear people clearly when he pays attention he finds himself slipping into an unconscious (yet active) state where he doesn't pay attention to what people are saying, only hearing vague murmurs in the distance.

Swim gets picked up by a friend who can tell he is messed up. Swim goes straight to his bed and passes out. The time is 8:30pm - 8:45pm. Swim wakes up sometime between noon and one the next day feeling like crap. He is dehyrdated and his head hurts. He only has vague memories of what happened the night before, and doesn't feel like smoking the next day (odd considering he smokes every day).

Swim ate hashish once more before he left the middle-east, but it was a smaller dose, and much more pleasurable. Swim defines OD as when you take so much of a drug to get a much higher proportion of negative effects to positive ones so that the entire experience is negative (for narcotics he views OD as more of a lethal dose). Swim thinks it is possibly to OD on hashish, though he has eaten huge quantities of weed and not had as much of a problem.

Swim thinks that if he finds a very hallucinogenic strain of hashish he may try to "OD" again to see how far he can push the visual and mental psychedelic effects from eating hashish. Marijuana seems much more like a hallucinogen in this state.



Hashish is a helluva drug!










Here is an erowid report from a fella who would probably agree with swim on this:

Overwhelming Terror and Lostness
Cannabis (cookies)
by lunafisk


DOSE : 3 oral Cannabis (cookie / food)

This report is a series of experiences with space-cookies, the first couple were cool, if overwhelming, the third terrifying. There is a moral and a recipe at the bottom.

PART 1
The first time I tried biscuits was at my boyfriend J’s house. His parents were gone for the weekend so he was throwing a party (we were 16) and one of his friends and I had gone round the day before to do some preparation, including baking. We had a half of hash, and made about 20 biscuits with that. We all ate one when they were done and hung around watching TV and stuff for a while, then after thirty minutes or so, not having felt anything, J and I ate another one and a half each, just as the other guy was going home to babysit. We still felt nothing. We did headstands to encourage the drugs to go into our brains. As far as I recall that idea seemed quite sensible and we both still felt quite straight. Shortly after that a friend rang the house, J answered and talked to her a bit, then passed her on to me. I listened a moment, thought she was talking to someone else at the end of the line, and so didn’t really pay attention while I waited for her to start talking to me.

After half an hour (or it could have been two minutes) I realised that the girl on the phone had actually been talking to me all along. I giggled at her a bit, looked at the phone and didn’t understand all the buttons, and then presumably hung up. I tried to tell J I didn’t understand all the buttons on the phone, it was like something from a spaceship. We were both giggly, and I was quite happy. Then J said something like “We’re very high.” I hadn’t even realised that was the case until he said it, hadn’t noticed that I was any different at all. But the second he said that I felt a swooping upwards uncontrollable surge in my head. I wasn’t panicking, but I wasn’t comfortable. I have no idea of the timing or order of events that followed. I remember walking round in circles in the kitchen for a long time, both following the same tiny little circle. I remember being in the hallway looking for something in my bag, I think I’d decided to do some homework. I looked up and J’s younger brother had appeared on the stairs like the two little girls in The Shining do. Really scary stuff, looked up – nothing, down – bag, up – boy standing half-way up stairs.

J was saying something to me, and I realised he must be telling me that his brother was going to call the police. I tried to talk about this with him, but whispering and saying things in code, so that his brother wouldn’t understand. Eventually I realised that he was talking about something else, and had no idea what I was saying. I don’t think his brother had even been standing there. Then I remember that I was sitting at the computer googling “cannabis overdose” and finding hundreds of sites that said you couldn’t die, and that being very reassuring, although I assumed I was just using the wrong search terms. J was first hugging my knees then lying over the other side of the room vomiting. Then I remember being on a sofa, he was on the one next to me, I think we lay there a couple of hours. I discovered I could move a cloud around my head, and that if I moved it to the back everything was beautiful and I was happy, it was only at the front that things were scary. At the back I saw beautiful multi-dimensional tearing patterns in the air, and was floating. I tried to tell J that but either he didn’t understand or I forgot it.

Then I remember getting upstairs, vaguely, and a long long bedroom (his bedroom is actually quite small, but even though I’ve seen it hundreds of times it always looks wrong to me and as if it should be the length of a couple of buses). Then, logically, I must have slept for 8 hours or so. J shook my knees to wake me. I opened my eyes and felt very glad to be alive, but still higher than I’d ever got smoking. We got a lift with a friend to school, and for the whole of that day were still quite out of it.

PART 2
A few months later we were round someone else’s house, they had some hash, and we thought we should make biscuits again, but just have a lot less. The experience hadn’t been all bad after all. So we made some brownies, consumed a reasonable amount, and got very happy. We just happened to hit the optimal dose, all three of us were very giggly and disorganised. J was anxious for a while about getting home, but it was nowhere near panic. I managed to get a bus then a train and then up to my room without talking to my parents too much. Felt very high, but in a very good way, and reasonably competent.

PART 3
Because that had all been good we planned a picnic for a little while later. There’s a part of our local park where everyone smokes, a bit away from the paths and people, quite open and green. We made up some mixture at my house one lunch time, for J to take back to his place to bake that evening. I licked the spoon and scraped the bowl out and then we went back into school, for Judo. I had a great time in Judo, I was fighting a girl a little bit better than normally, but she was throwing me constantly, and I just laughed. Quite stiff the next day. Yeah…so there was the vital clue that we completely ignored.

Met up with fellow picnickers that weekend, sat on a bench and ate some brownies. I hadn’t had breakfast, I think a few of the others didn’t too. J and another guy had three brownies each, another male friend had two, and a skinny girl friend of mine had one. I had three, and sought out all the really big fat ones…which was the not learning from experience bit. I think I was showing off. Then we went to the supermarket to get some bottles of lemonade and stuff, came back, spread ourselves out on the grass. I started to feel good, and asked if anyone else did. No one else felt a thing. I got higher and higher. I stood up, saying “I’ve never been this high, it’s all so beautiful,” or something like that. Still nobody else felt anything. I started walking about a bit, then someone made me lie down.

From then on there was a feeling that everything around me was dissolving, that I was dissolving. I thought I was all made of bones that might crumble. Someone tried to make me throw up at some point, I don’t think I did, not sure. I lay with my head on J’s chest for a while, and felt that that was the only thing that was keeping me from actual madness. I remember someone saying that maybe they should get an ambulance and I said no. Time lost meaning quite often. The state of absolute terror I was in seemed infinite. There was nothing else in the world and it would never end. In reality it was only about three hours, but that is a long time to feel as if you are trapped in an unending nightmare. It was far far beyond panic, or anything that you can be talked down from. My entire mental state was fear. There was nothing of me except fear. My heart sometimes went very very slowly and sometimes very fast. Three times it seemed like it stopped, paused for about three beats, then started slow again. This all seemed part of the mental state, I wasn’t scared of dying, I hadn’t thought about it.

If someone had asked if I just wanted to die instead of having to see this through to the end I probably would have said yes. Slowly my perception of time came back, and with it the fear started to fade. It wasn’t until the next morning that I felt real. I had panic attacks/flashbacks (not sure what term to use – feeling high and scared and occasional hallucinations) for months after that, it was almost three years ago and I still sometimes do if I’m very upset or smoke or meditate too hard. At the time I thought I was the only one who felt so bad, but the guy who’d taken two was wandering around alone in a quite bad state, we found out a while after that he was schizophrenic and really shouldn’t have been taking that kind of thing. J was almost as bad as me and just didn’t tell me. He felt like he was made of lots of tiny bundles of sticks. I think everyone else might have been pleasantly high if they hadn’t been worrying about me, as it was they were anxious about me, and quite high, but not scared themselves.

In the morning a girl we knew had walked past and asked what we were doing, and then if she could have one. Her friends told us later they had to look after her for hours. And by the afternoon we were wandering about town, and gave the one remaining biscuit to a friend we ran into who we knew. He said he’d got higher (pleasantly so) than he’d ever been before, and had a really great time.

The End.

_The Moral of the Story_ : If you’re doing this then make a tray of biscuits, then try a small amount (not miniscule, but the minimum you think will get you high). Don't take anything else that day. Gauge how much you want to take the next time accordingly (factoring in whether you've eaten, drunk anything, setting, everything else). Do this each time you cook, because every lump of hash is different. Oh, and never take another just coz you don’t feel anything, not unless it’s three hours later or more. Lots of sites give very high recommended dosages because if you cook it without the butter you're not going to get very high. Be prepared with calm music, friends, somewhere friendly and indoors to go and some meditation techniques for if it goes wrong. I don't recommend getting very high on eaten cannabis. It's fun up to the giggly point, beyond that it's very easy to panic, the panic is pretty much an integral part of the high.

_The Way to Cook_ is simple. I don't understand why so many people do things differently. Melt some butter, cut or crumble (being careful not to burn) your hash into little lumps, or even grate it if you can. Stir lumps in with the butter until the butter goes brown and smells nice. Don't leave on too much longer, coz you don't want to burn stuff away. Now cook anything involving butter.

Reputation Comments on this post:

good read

[Alicia]

Oh yes.. lol another humorous read.. do be sure to post more bajeda

[desolated000]

Well I figured this much to be true, and I can't wait to prove to my friend he's wrong. He gets it set in his head that he's right sometimes with little or no proof. I wouldn't call him stupid just niave, he beleives that crap you hear on the streets, like lsd is addictive... bs

[omen8productions]

SWIM thinks he remembers the DARE program saying something along the lines of needing to smoke over ten pounds of herb to overdose. he's probably wrong though, because that information almost promotes excessive marijuana use.

if he's right, he wonders how much hashish or extract it would take to overdose. SWIM also fantasizes about the descent into a THC overdose...hmmm...would you see jerry garcia ushering you into the afterlife?

[snapper]

Didn't charles Baudelaire eat a kg of hash and live through it? I think he wrote about it in "Le paradis artificiels". He lived through it, though apparently had a really strong trip and needed some medical assistance.

[enquirewithin]

Originally Posted by snapper

Didn't charles Baudelaire eat a kg of hash and live through it? I think he wrote about it in "Le paradis artificiels". He lived through it, though apparently had a really strong trip and needed some medical assistance.

As far as I know fatal cannabis overdose is impossible. Baudelaire is often accused of exaggeration.

[CrookedEye]

Basically ODing on cannabis is just getting too high to be functional or comfortable, and death doesn't even come into the picture...

[kalininin]

jim morrison is said to have eaten 1 kg of mexican grass once ['a full brick'].
numerous conversations by my mates n me bout this when we were smokin our spliffs.
inconclusive of course.
swims max wouldve been some 15 gr of high quality graas [in 1985] on a pancake.
enormous laughter for some 3 hrs then, after which we went to a bar n memory fails.
but no passing out, serious vomiting or real disabledness.

[t00cr4zy]

Maybe they'd find a ld50 for thc if they could inject it some how . which is impossible due to the fact its not water soluble.

I didn't read the thread, so I know I am probaly being redundant...but, there is such a thing as aerosol THC.(like an asthma inhaler)

The reason there is no LD50 for pot is because there are no(or very few) receptors on any part of the brain/CNS that controls vital life functions(heart/lungs) so even if you smoked so much pot that you got so high that you got to scared to breathe or whatever dumbass scenario was put forth you would just pass out and start breathing again.

[t00cr4zy]

And to kinai....maybe your shit was laced(probaly not) if not I am going to assume your reaction was psychosomatic....weed plants just can't produce more than 30% THC(and that is really highballing it) it just isn't possible(yet) so good hash or good oil or any good exctraction is going to have a MUCH MUCH higher concentration of THC than even the BEST pot plant and people smoke them with none of the described effects on a daily basis.

No offense, just trying to put it into perspective for you.

[purifymymind]

I've read that the only way to overdose on THC would be to inject an extremely high dosage, I forget the exact numbers now...but smoking/orally, it's impossible to consume enough to die.

[Xyber04]

OVERDOSE! Hell yes you can overdose on weed!!! Its like the most dangerous drug, it takes somewhere around 300lbs of weed in around an hour to OD! be careful out there guys!

X out!

[kalininin]

itsnt that an unuinteresting theoretical subject....

[xstalkrx]

Got this from...

http://www.cancer.org/docroot/ETO/co...p?sitearea=ETO

The symptoms of a marijuana overdose include nausea, vomiting, hacking cough, disturbances to heart rhythms, and numbness in the limbs. Chronic use can also lead to laryngitis, bronchitis, and general apathy. With chronic (long-term, frequent) use, the ability to learn and remember new information may become impaired.

Although rare, severe shutdown of blood circulation to the arms or legs has been reported in young people who smoked marijuana. In some cases, it was so severe that amputation was required. Marijuana may also serve as a trigger for heart attack on rare occasions, usually within an hour after smoking. Allergic reactions have been reported, some of which were severe.

[xstalkrx]

Hmmm it would appear that the risk of heart attack was increased in those that already had a risk for a heart attack due to other underlying conditions such as heart disease.

But...I would like to know why THC increases the heart rate in some individuals. I am one of those individuals...and it cant be good for your heart to be beating at 120-130 while standing still.

[mushroom_junkie]

Originally Posted by xstalkrx

I am one of those individuals...and it cant be good for your heart to be beating at 120-130 while standing still.

I read that the acceleration of the heartbeat is actualy good for you as its basically exercising the heart. Go green!

mushroomjunkie

[xstalkrx]

Originally Posted by mushroom_junkie

I read that the acceleration of the heartbeat is actualy good for you as its basically exercising the heart. Go green!

mushroomjunkie

were you being sarcastic? what about cocaine speeding up the heart?

[mushroom_junkie]

No i wasn't... I imagine cocaine speeds up the heart too much for its liking.

mushroomjunkie

[umbra1010]

there are risks with everything you do in life. They probably want to try and shock people into stop smoking.

[truth]

first it is IMPOSSIBLE to overdose on marijuana.
second stop believing the lies.
its false information.

[Shampoo]

Originally Posted by truth

first it is IMPOSSIBLE to overdose on marijuana.
second stop believing the lies.
its false information.

Truth sources?

It is highly unlikely, and near impossible, to die of a marijuana overdose, seeing as the LD50 of Δ9-THC is over 9,000mg/kg. However, Δ9-THC overdoses can and do occur, resulting in a myriad of nausea, disorientation, and increased tachycardia (heightened heart rate, which is already present as a natural side-effect of Δ9-THC consumption, not a result of anxiety or scare tactics). They are not a major danger, being relatively acute and tolerable, as well as brief, though they should not be considered non-existent.

[Richi]

Originally Posted by xstalkrx

Although rare, severe shutdown of blood circulation to the arms or legs has been reported in young people who smoked marijuana. In some cases, it was so severe that amputation was required.

"In young people who smoked marijuana"

They can't say marijuana caused it, because they would be lying. This was not caused by the marijuana, as THC dilates the blood vessels anyways increasing blood flow and decreasing pressure.

Marijuana may also serve as a trigger for heart attack on rare occasions, usually within an hour after smoking. Allergic reactions have been reported, some of which were severe.

Sure, your chance of having a heart attack might be quadrupled or so within an hour of smoking. If you're chance of having a heart attack right now is 0.001 percent, then your chance of heaving a heart attack after smoking marijuana is 0.004 percent. I'll take the risk.