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I Thought I Was Dying, and then, Euphoria
My journey with cannabis-infused edibles
I was sitting at the dining room table, poring over underpaid remote work listings and articles about how the secret to finding success as a writer is to crank out cursory, under-researched true crime fluff when I realized my sense of smell had stopped working.
Oh, God, I thought, this is it. This is COVID.
Somehow, despite the top-notch response of our very competent federal government, COVID found its way into MY house. Goodbye, cruel world.
I shot up out of the chair. This wasn’t COVID. It was happening too fast. It was then that I realized my sense of taste had dulled, too, and my head was swimming. Buzzing, even. Oh, God. Stroke? Heart attack? Maybe that doctor who tried to prescribe me cholesterol medication despite the fact that I don’t have a cholesterol problem onto something.
Once I caught my breath and sat back down, having made peace with my impending death, I started to feel rather nice. As much as I’d imagined my own death, I never expected it to be this pleasant. I felt light and free. I’m ready death, I thought, take me.
In the midst of this building happiness, these waves of euphoria, I suddenly remembered: I’d taken a 10mg edible not a half-hour before.
