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I have two grown, independent daughters, and I am so damn proud of them. I struggle to communicate just how proud of them I am, and it's getting harder since they're out living their lives.
Yesterday my daughter came home from work, and we were chatting. She asked if I wanted to split a joint with her, and it sounded so fun. I've take edibles every now and again, but I haven't smoked in a couple years, but this wasn't my first weed rodeo by any stretch.
We went outside, and had the best conversation. I told her how happy I was to see her being herself, and how she is such a gift to the world, and how proud I am to be her dad. I cried a bit, we hugged, it was the conversation I've wanted to have with her forever.
When we went inside, I started to feel a bit wobbly, so I sat down in a big chair. I lost consciousness.
Important note - I pass out a lot. When my nervous system gets overwhelmed, I will just shut down.
When I came to, my wife told me that I hadn't been breathing. I thought to myself, "I'm dying, which means I won't need to apologize tomorrow for this terrible weed mistake." She left, and my other daughter stayed with me. She held my head, and I felt so grateful she was there with me. I also told her how proud I was to be her dad, and how amazing she is doing. She is a teacher, and she is a ray of light for all those little ones. My kids are fucking amazing.
I started getting fuzzy again, and I fully expected to fade away and never come back, and I was at peace with that.
When I woke up again, there were like 7-8 first responders standing above me in my bedroom, asking me a series of questions. I tried to explain to them that this is a thing that's happened to me before, but my cognitive faculties just weren't there.
Eventually I was able to stand up, walk back and forth steadily, and sign a waiver relieving them of any culpability should I actually die.
Before they left, the cop asked me where I got my weed. I live in a legal state, but I was not about to bring my daughter into this. I didn't answer the question, pretended to dissociate, laid on my bed and closed my eyes. They left after that.
My wife stayed up with me a bit longer, until she was sure I was OK. She also stayed up with my kids.
When she came back into bed two hours later, she told me I said (unprompted), "fucking cops, I ain't no narc."
tl;dr I fucked up a beautiful moment with my daughter by getting way too high and having the paramedics called on me
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