Okay picture it..
Baltimore 2017...If you haven't figured it out yet I am a huge Golden Girls fan and beginning a story without saying "Picture it..." is just plain wrong.
Although I identify most with Dorothy, I always channel my inner Sophia when telling a story.
Anyway before I share with you my cautionary tale I have a few disclaimers...
1. Never have I proclaimed to be a cannabis specialist. I AM A CANNABIS TRAVEL SPECIALIST. Indica, Sativa, dabbing, hotboxing etc. I am familiar with the terms and knowledgeable about plenty but an expert I.AM.NOT, not just yet.
2. Consume at your own risk. I am not endorsing or cosigning NAN I am simply sharing an experience. That's It!
Now that that 's all out of the way. Lemme tell you about the time many moons ago when I tried R.S.O.
First let me explain what R.S.O. is...
"Rick Simpson Oil, or RSO, is a full-spectrum cannabis extract that is fully decarbed and activated. RSO contains high amounts of THC and/or CBD, and is typically made with indica or indica dominant strains.
Rick Simpson is a Canadian medical marijuana activist. He was working as an engineer at a hospital when he watched a documentary about the benefits of marijuana as medicine. This sparked his interest so he discussed the idea with his doctor. The doctor refused to offer marijuana as a form of medicine, so Rick decided to medicate on his own terms. After seeing significant improvements in his health, he began cultivating and harvesting his own cannabis plants. He then used the plants to create a specialized concentrate, today known as Rick Simpson Oil." -Terravida.com
Originally my intentions were to keep using this hybrid tincture by Liberty that I had grown fond of; it gave me a nice calm while helping me stay focused and productive. However the tincture was not available that day and I needed to try something!anything! to get me over this hump.
There are some things on this earth that I can die happy having never tried them...
Dabbing (yup I'm a chicken)
Smoking with Willie Nelson (I've read the stories...someone had to live to tell the story and it might as well be me.)
Knowing what I know now. I should have added R.S.O to the list (hindsight is always 20/20).
Let me say R.S.O. has many medicinal benefits and can be a wonderful thing... When you follow directions and listen to the budtender.
I did none of the above ( so technically this shouldn't be called a cautionary tale about R.S.O. this is a cautionary tale about being hard headed).
I was told very explicitly to take a very very small amount (half grain of rice) and graaaaaaadually increase your dosage. ESPECIALLY IF YOU DO NOT CONSUME CANNABIS OFTEN
BUT NO.... HARD HEAD=SOFT ASS
So I take my first dose of R.S.O as directed...I know from previous experience that it will take about 45 to 60 mins to kick in.
So I do some light cleaning at home, then leave to go to a friends house. While there I have a few shots, they smoke a little, I don't partake, but I am in the vicinity catching a little contact.
About 3 hours later I am feeling GREAT, I see my face stuck in a permanent cheesy grin but I can't feel my face so whatevs (red flag #1). My friends are all like " Are you ok?" and I say "I'm Gucci" (red flag #2....I never talk like that lmao).
So it's finally time to head home...I live 8 mins away..somehow I managed to get "lost" twice. I missed my turn twice from me SANGIN. But I made it home, undressed and went to sleep...until about 4 a.m.
I woke up from THE best sleep ever, washed my face and brushed my teeth and thought...
Well that wasn't bad...clearly the budtender overestimated R.S.O. it's cool but not what I expected.
More.....almost twice the recommended dosage.
I think I took the second dose around 4:37 a.m. I sat at my desk ready to work, I typed 2 paragraphs then I got insanely sleepy. Like I couldn't hold my head up or get any work done. I finally decided to call it quits and lay down (mind you I just woke up from like 10 hour nap) I went to stand and the room started spinning instantly. I managed to walk/slide my way to my bedroom and make it to the bed.
I thought then would be a good time to call my husband at work and tell him I can hear myself having a heart attack but don't call 911. (listen I still laugh at everything that happened that day/night because the amount of irrational thoughts I had was ridiculous).
I wanted him to just talk to me so that he can hear I was alive and okay ( I refused to let him hang up so he can come home..I told him he had to call my mom for her to talk to me so that she knew I was alive).
I was in no danger whatsoever (but you could not tell me that wasn't a heart attack I was hearing...not feeling but hearing).
My mom sat with me as I decided seeing me alive simply wasn't good enough...she needed to hear as well.
So I started breathing out loud.(that's the only way I can describe it through text). I started making this "honking" sound when I breathed so that she could hear me breathe. LOL
Thank God for hubby who had the presence of mind to pick up some CBD on the way home.