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TIFU by letting my mom eat my edible while I was at work

Last week I had COVID and isolated at my mothers house since the people I live with have 2x 2 year old kids. I forgot I had scheduled to pick up some weed-infused chocolate so I picked up and paid for it and left it in the freezer, contemplating whether I should or not. Mistake number 1.

I went back home after I got better, and completely forgot to take my edible with me. Mistake number 2.

Got home and realised what I’d done but I had work the next day, so I figured I’d come get it on my day off. I left on Wednesday, today it’s Saturday, My day off is tomorrow. Mistake number 3.

My mom must’ve found my edible and ate three rows of it before it kicked in. I did a pretty good job of hiding my stash: kept in an empty container in the last drawer of the freezer. It was obvious that I was hiding it too and wasn’t store bought chocolate yet my mom has a habit of eating whatever without asking or letting anyone know. I should’ve known this would happen. Mistake number 4.

I was at work when I got the call that it went down. Her neighbours had to drive her to the hospital because the ambulance is still on covid rules; they wouldn’t take her and she obviously didn’t know what was happening. My uncle and brother had to call me to let me know while I was at work.

Soon as I got to the hospital the security guard won’t let me in because covid, affected only. I basically use all my talking skills and get in to see her. Soon as she saw me she asked me what the hell ‘this’ is. I look down and she’s holding the chocolate. I fess up immediately because I want her to calm down, she doesn’t know yet. She’s so high I almost laugh but then she tells me how much she ate and I immediately start to worry because wtf that’s waaay more than I’ve ever had in my life. I go out to get her something to drink because she’ll throw up soon if I did with way less, so I run off too the store to buy water; there was a water dispenser right there I didn’t see because I started panicking too. Mistake number 5.

I get back from the store and argue with the security again because wtf that’s my mom I was just here I don’t even know who brought her here etc. I go in in time to watch her projectile vomit, which was kind of sick despite the circumstances- which was relieving because the weed is getting out of her system. She drinks some water she vomits again. Then the nurses finally get active and realise that they should do something. 30 mins later we finally see someone who asks what happened. I fess up with the truth, and my mom tries to tell me to not say nothing in my native language but it’s like come one bro you can’t even sit up right now but I appreciate the instinct. Mistake number 6 probably.

2 hours later I’m sitting here typing this story on my phone because wtf do I do. Finally got mom to a bed so she’s lying down but I’m sitting here, battery on 3% with nothing to do, still in my work uniform, hoping she’ll be well enough to go home soon, dreading when she’s well enough to talk about it and other aftermath. Mistake number 7.

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TL;DR my mom ate my weed infused chocolate thinking it was regular chocolate (even though I made pretty clear that it wasn’t and that I was hiding it) only for it to kick in like a mule, she projectile vomited in the hospital and now she’s half asleep and my battery is on 3%

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