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Sooo, I ordered a bunch of marijuana brownies for a small gathering I had at home. It turned out that the brownies were VERY strong, and I had a lot of leftovers. I ate a little through the weekend, and some after I came from work in a day or two, but there was still a little bit left that I wouldn't want to go bad. So, I ate everything this morning, as I had no plans for the entire day.
Or did I?
After the chugging, I realized, in panic, that 5 hours from that moment I had a session scheduled with my therapist, who was in the process of diagnosing me with ADHD.
Well, five hours is more than enough for me to recover, isn't it? No reason to reschedule.
It wasn't.
The 40-minute session seemed to take longer than a Scorsese movie. I would start sentences that I didn't know the end, and fake (very poorly) my sobriety for the entirety of the session, trying to respond to questions that, mid-sentence, I would forget the answer to.
I was diagnosed with ADHD.
Tl;Dr went through therapy baked as a cake.
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