Experiences - Experience doesnt always help!

[OneDiaDem]

I am writing up this nite of shrooms, because I feel its very important for people to understand that even experienced trippers sometimes find themselves in bad situations, lol.

Some history: My sister and I have been trippin on mushrooms for over 15 years, me longer, started when I was in my teens. I am no beginner, and know my mushrooms inside and out. However, that was the only thing that saved my ass new years eve.

My sister flew out from Cali on christmas nite. We had the whole week planned out. I had serious work to do on a project during the day, but the nights were open to some serious partying. We smoked salvia numerous nights before new years eve, and we were really excited aout our shrooming together.

New years rolls around, and unexpected guests showed up. They were cousins, so it wasnt that big of a deal. We told them our plans, and they wanted to join in.

Now, there is never a shortage of party materials at my house, so that part was covered. One said they had done them before, the other had never tried them, but had smoked salvia with me, so I didnt think it would be any big trick, I would just dose them lower.

Well, the one who had never dosed before said to give them what the rest of us were doing. My first mistake.

I had ground up powder that I weighed out, and mixed with juice in whiskey sour glasses. I told my sister, that before I dosed myself, I wanted to make sure that they transitioned smoothly, and I was sober should they need to be calmed or whatever.

Cousin who had never tripped experienced heavy nausea. I explained that it was common, and would more than likely pass once peak was reached. Ground up in juice launches you very fast, and its a motion type sickness that happens even to me, but really does pass quickly.

Once settled, and both cousins were doing fine, I asked them numerous times if they were ok for me to launch. Both said yes.

My sister waited for me to dose, because she likes us to be at the same plain together. SO......Away we go, down the hatch, and all that jazz. Mind you, The cousins were an hour ahead of us trip wise, so I had no worries, they were full into their trips, and doing great.

AFter ten minuites, sis and I start to trip, hard. Nausea wasnt bad, just small bouts here and there. When I started to peak, trippin balls to the walls, everything morphing and alive, everything started to go sour. Real fast like.

I should also say, that I am not an exploring type tripper. I dont move around much, I pretty much ground myself to whatever spot I am comfy in, and stay there until I start to come down.

Cousin number one, who has tripped before on shrooms, is kickin back on my bed with my sis and I. Cousin two is chilling in one of those fold up canvas chairs that come in a bag, and seems to be doing ok. Until springing up, saying "I feel sick" and runs to the bathroom.

I look at my sis, and say "F%$K me. At that point, I knew I should never had dosed. Something told me before hand, but I ignored it, I knew I should have made the dose less, but time to get ungrounded, and start movin. I make it to the bathroom, by the grace of the mushroom God, and go inside. Cousin is litterally blowing chunks. I am normally a sympathy puker, and buddy up and puke right along with ya when Im sober. Trippin, I am facinated, and stood there watching, amazed at all the wonderful visuals, trying really hard to not laugh, right? The cousin says, "Im throwing up blood".

SOOOOOOOOOOO not good my mind starts screaming. However, tripping, I am fully open to suggestions. Like, if you tell me the room is blue, hey by damnit, it sure is. So, I stick my head real close to the toilet bowl to check it out and be able to see whats actually in there, and yup, sure resembles blood, but, I also know that I am very open to suggestion, and it could just be the tropical red juice mixed with the powder. However, with the toilet actually being alive, and the contents trying to climb out, who knows really.

At this point, knowledge and common sense take over, not to mention feeling like alice in wonderland when the house suddenly got real small, I told cousin we needed to get the hell out of the bathroom, it was way to small, and I promised feel good was in the next room..

Having gotten cousin number two settled, and feeling better I head back to the bathroom for my own nature call, (not sick)

On my way back to my bedroom, cousin number one, who has done outstanding meets me at my bedroom door, and just stares at me. I asked how goes it? And get no reply. I ask again, all the while face is morphing, eyes are getting big, then small, hair is fully growing, and I ask again, are you ok? All I get is "NO".

Now I am totally on edge, and on alert. "Whats wrong?" I ask. Cousin two says, "My chest feels funny and tight."

Grabs my hand, takes me into another bedroom and sits me on the bed still holding my hand in the dark. I say, you were fine 10 minuites ago, are you messing with me? Again, "No."

All of a sudden, I have a medic shirt on, a medic cap, (imaginary of course) and am thrown into what I only have imagination for what vietnam could have been like.

I have medical training, so I go into a full blown question exam, trying to figure out what is wrong. I know it is a panic attack, or anxiety, but the thought of heart attack keeps beating around inside my head.

I get cousin two to laydown, and turn the window air on, and said I would be back every few minuites and check on progress. I say over and over, everything is all good, your calm, and feeling fine, and get "Ok, yes, its good" in reply.

I finally made it to my bedroom, and tell my sister I have to dose on xanax to come the hell down. Shit has broke loose, and I cant be trippin if I really do need to call 911.

Sis is manic as hell at this point, and starts drilling me with 50 questions about whether she should take xanax too, what would it do for her, I tell her she takes grips of xanax, she knows what it will do, and I end up trying to explain that we have medical shit more important than her wondering what xanax would do, when she already knows and lef ther holding the pill in her hand and told take it or not i had to keep checking on both my victims.

Its funny what your mind will do when it knows what needs to be done. I was not sick at all, but when I went into the bathroom, I ended up instantly purging, grinding my trip to a halt so I wouldnt go any higher and start coming down. Totally unexpected, I have never purged on mushrooms.

In the end, everyone came down, got the munchies, and chowed on grilled cheese. Cousin number one then explained, it wasnt chest pain, per se, but heartache over another cousin dying a couple months back, and was unable to verbalize while tripping. I was thanked for taking such good care however, and showing so much concern.

Cousin number two had eaten half a dozen donuts before on the way over, and I explained that was what looked like stomach material, swore they was puking parts of stomach out, lol..

All in all, the trip ended on a good note, but a solid 5 hours, I felt like I was in vietnam, as a medic. It was a rough road, and one I will never do again.

I have no problem with people being first timers, but they will never get a full dose their first trip out the shoot. At least not with me.

This is the very reason, I tend to be on the cautious side here with new trippers, as far as dosing and having a sitter. Even with experience, it can be a rough haul.