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This week’s sentence: “When I was younger, I tried…”
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So I have found some fun new blogs to read this week and one of them had this great meme.. FTFS Finish the sentence Friday.. so you know I had to participate..
When I was younger, I tried.. so many things I could list here. When I was 14 I tried marijuana for the first time. If I was smart I would also say the last but it took 5 years for me to attempt again with the same result. I , since my whole background of messed up health things is documented, am allergic to it. Oh yes, as in the smell of it alone is enough to make me become nauseated and sick as a dog. I skipped school the first day, I did that a lot in the 9th grade, but anyway my friends had a joint and while I knew they used it all the time I had never done it, nor had they asked. But today I got froggy and wanted to try it. Here I sit with my head pounding my stomach churning while everyone else is laughing and looking for something to eat. Food was the last thing on my mind, keeping my morning food down was more important in that moment. But it was not to be. I found a corner and began to empty my guts and anything else that wanted to come back up that way. I broke out in an itchy rash and sweat poured off of me despite it being in the 30′s. My friends were scared and shocked, wasn’t like we could go to the hospital and tell them what we had been doing. They were kind enough to get me to a mutual friends house whose dad was a doctor. The boy, who I had a crush on , called his dad and asked what to do for an allergic reaction and the father told him Benadryl and where it was kept. I spent the remainder of the school day at his house till time to run back and catch the bus. It was horrible. Fast forward to my first marriage and a husband who was a regular user, but knew I said I was allergic so he would not do it around me or our house. He would change clothes and wash his and the whole 9 yards before coming back around me. One day he decided that I wasn’t allergic to marijuana but that the stuff I had gotten was probably laced with something else. Well thank you for that happy thought.
So with that surety in his mind he took me to his friends house where he got the ‘good stuff’. Yes I went, to shut him up. Within minutes of walking in I was puking my guts up, little red whelps arose on my face and arms and I was buried in the commode with my face. I needed to get out NOW because the whole house was filled with the aroma. I was dizzy and pretty sure I was going to pass out. It was then my spouse thought perhaps I really was allergic to his beloved weed. Ya Think Einstein?! He helped me back home and pumped me full of Benadryl and allowed me to sleep it off. So yeah among other reasons THAT is the main reason I never was interested in drugs, if that is what weed did to me I didn’t even want to think about anything else..