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TIFU By inhaling fucking gasoline fumes

This was like an hour ago.

Today me and my friend decided to take a bike ride at the park. Recently passed my Army physical so been having fun hitting my Delta 8 pen the past few days.

I wanted to be a little high for the ride so I could relax, so we went to the gas station to get some gas and while I was doing that outside, I was simultaneously hitting my pen. Probably wasn’t the best decision because once I’m back in the car I’m high as fuck, and 5 minutes later I can immediately tell something is wrong. A massive, burning, tense pressure builds in my chest. At this point I’m worried I hit the pen too much and tell my friend something is wrong, to which she just said I’m fine and I’m just freaking out due to being high as fuck. But no matter how much I try to calm down that burning pressure just spread across my body. Eventually I just start getting hot, light headed, and then fucking semi passing out.

Essentially I could HEAR my friend calling my name and talking but it was almost like…..foreign? Like I couldn’t process the information. I couldn’t physically respond. I was paralyzed too.

My friend then decides to drive me to the hospital, and then about 5 minutes into the drive I wake up. Fucking exhausted but tired. She then tells me she pinched me REALLY hard to which I don’t remember at all. Or feel. And that my lips and face were completely white. I mean shit, that’s scary as fuck.

Long story short, we get to the park. I felt better going at a slow pace and currently typing this slightly high still. Fucking kill me. What even happened?

TL;DR: Hit my delta 8 pen at a gas station, either got bad shit or inhaled gas fumes. Nearly fucking died.

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