u/cranberryredbul

I work at a dispensary where my coworkers will regularly put edibles, flower, etc in my locker unnamed. If I’m feeling really crazy sometimes I take the edible before I clock in, without knowing the dosage. It makes me feel like I’m really living in the moment. lol. Anyways. Today I clocked into work, and followed suit: there were three sour patch kids in my locker, wrapped neatly in a bag. I had a few minutes left before I was supposed to start working so I ate them and “prepared for the ride” of a 5 hour shift where I’m maybe a little bit high and awkward with some customers. To make a long fucking story short, those sour patch kids were actually 500ug of acid. By the grace of god and my lovely coworkers I made it home before an absolute earth shattering trip that came at both the worst and most perfect time. I’m coming down now, nearly 9 hours later, and while I’ve learned a very valuable lesson about being knowledgeable about what I’m putting into my body, I can’t help but feel the cid came for me and tossed me around when I needed it most. I never would have taken that much at once, or maybe I would’ve misused it. I may have even given them away. I feel lucky to be living in the moment that I’ve been given today