So I was smoking with a friend I was visiting; hardly ever smoked, so my tolerance was zero, and I was on the moon after a bowl. Then they got out some other stuff, called it "purp", and said it was just synthetic marijuana. I'd never heard of it, thought, "Oh, they just sprinkled THC on some inert matter." They put a small bit of it on top of a normal bowl, and I took one hit.
In a few minutes, I could feel it moving through my body, taking control. First, I couldn't move my legs, then my arms. I was fighting it in my mind, which physically meant I was shaking violently. Soon, I couldn't move, and slouched over in my seat. Then it took over my mind. I have a hard time describing it, but basically, any time I would think something, the exact opposite thought would be thought simultaneously. The two were indistinguishable, though, so nohing but simultaneous contradictions went through my head. This wasn't just some internal conflict, though; EVERY little bitty thought was duplicated and mirrored. There was no rational thought, no way to even hink about what was going on, just sheer terror. I didn't know I could be that afraid. I'd known "fear of the dark", and "fear of a shock scare", but "fear of being eternally trapped in your own broken mind" is just...
My friend, having seen me have a seizure and then fall over, called my parents, who called an ambulance. My dad showed up. I think that was the most horrible thing I've ever seen. He was picking me up out of the seat, crying, begging me to move. I couldn't, I couldn't even blink, I wasn't even sure I was alive, but I could still see him when my eyes rolled open. An ambulance showed up, and they took me away. I thought it was odd that the ambulance drivers never once looked me in the eyes. The newer of the two practiced putting in an IV, and a nurse later said something about it being the biggest size. I could still feel that. I was terrified that this was what death was.
Got to he hospital, friend lied and said I just got overheated, so they start throwing ice on me. I turn blue. Eventually, I start regaining some conrol. After a few hours, I can think right. Another few hours, and I can move my head enough to kinda communicate. Still couldn't even urinate on my own; had to get a catheter. They establish that it was synthetic marijuana, and basically say they just have to wait it out.
After almost an entire day, I can walk and function normally. The nurses said they've had a lot of this lately. Some people turn out fine like me, while others leave with brain damage or just die".