I bought a bunch of Celsius energy drinks in various flavors when they first came out and brought them home on the way to a party, thinking I’d store them in the fridge there and drink them the next morning. The party started, and I got tipsy, forgetting they were caffeinated. So I mixed them up with seltzers, drank all of them, and had a lot of alcohol. It felt great while the alcohol was still effective because they complemented each other.
I had a relaxed energy for a while, but then I got a strange urge to walk home at 2 a.m. I left without telling anyone and walked halfway across the city. No one bothered me, but I probably looked like an insane tweaker (which I basically was).
When I got home I curled up in bed, but I wasn’t sleepy. My husband called me, asking where I’d been, which was fair. I told him I’d walked home, which he surprisingly took in stride (we both have pretty significant mental illnesses so we’re somewhat used to each other doing odd shit sometimes). But then he asked about the energy drinks, and I said I didn’t know what he was talking about. Then I checked my pulse, and it hit me.
I looked up the LD50 value for caffeine, which was like 10 times more than I’d consumed, plus I take propranolol as-needed for anxiety so I just took some of that too and was more or less ok. But the next six hours were spent in bed under a fan, tossing the blanket on and off, and occasionally running to the bathroom to shit straight liquid.
It was almost as bad as the time I took 300mg of THC as a first-time user who’d never even smoked before.️
I forget where exactly the dosage calculation got screwed up but it was also one of those things where I wasn’t feeling it yet so I took more and when it finally kicked in I was fucked. I felt my blood pressure drop (and verified it actually, my anxiety med is also a blood pressure med after all) and wound up calling an ambulance. It turned out I didn’t need the ambulance for the blood pressure but just because I probably would have aspirated my puke.
I remember thinking every single thought possible and them branching out infinitely from each individual one of those and also thinking the opposite of them all at the same time. I was convinced I was somehow aware that I was having a seizure (which like, isn’t a thing). I remember feeling like that bit in 2001 A Space Odyssey where he goes through the monolith like I was being dragged across the universe by a rope around my neck. Then I got thrown into whatever that thing bender was talking to was in the Godfellas episode of futurama.
Then I woke up in the ER having been propped up over the siderail of a stretcher over a bucket full of puke with IV fluids running. 2/5 stars. I’d give it less but I’m pretty sure I met god and I’d hate to be rude. It was a lot less nice than the time I passed out on my first day of work, although I don’t remember much of the unconscious period of that one either.
ok final story; I have to get some sleep at some point.
my very first healthcare job was as a phlebotomist going around room to room in the hospital collecting blood samples. So possibly one of the few jobs on their feet as much or even more than the nurses. But I didn’t really understand how hospitals were laid out yet so I had just been trying to keep my eyes out for a water fountain and just couldn’t seem to find one. So I got a little dizzy but figured we’d go for lunch or something soon so I’d just push through.
Finally I was starting to get real dizzy though so I went and asked a nurse for some water and she was like “oh, you mean the nutrition room!” and pointed it out in the nurses station. So I turned and looked where she was pointing, then looked back, and the world narrowed into a pinpoint and disappeared. I vaguely and briefly remember walking on a beach and talking to someone at this point, but I don’t remember who it was or what was said.
Then I woke up sitting in a rolly chair with like ten people around me and I couldn’t move my mouth because my lips were completely numb. Somebody took my blood sugar and it was fine, but also I got really nauseous suddenly and I wanted to warn them but I couldn’t speak. But then I gagged a little and there was an eme-bag under my face SO fast.
Anyway at that point a stretcher showed up and some lady introduced herself to me as the intensivist and they started wheeling me down to the ER and the only word I was finally able to get out was nooooooooo and she was like “oh yes honey, we’re definitely going to the ER.” And then my supervisor (my brand new supervisor, this was my FIRST. DAY.) came down while I was still puking everywhere and helped clean my puke off me.
pretty much, yeah. there’s not much else to say! I didn’t stay at that job long but it was less to do with that in particular and more it was ultimately just because it wasn’t meant to be.
I remember thinking every single thought possible and them branching out infinitely from each individual one of those and also thinking the opposite of them all at the same time.
I ate a bunch of caffeine pills once. Between bouts of intense nausea I remember being in bed, feeling distinctly like a giant rectangular slab of jello, with my emotions and memories being little pockets of jelly suspended in my form.
For real; have no idea what the caffeine amount was (very well could’ve been far less than both if you) but I took an edible with caffeine, once.
Tried it once, before, and barely noticed anything so I popped a second one, this time around.
Naturally, forgot I’d taken anything and only vaguely became aware, an hour later, than my heart was pounding. Trying to figure out why your heart is thundering out of your chest while stoned to Hell is probably not high on the Most Effective list.
One time I accidentally drank 1200mg of caffeine.
I bought a bunch of Celsius energy drinks in various flavors when they first came out and brought them home on the way to a party, thinking I’d store them in the fridge there and drink them the next morning. The party started, and I got tipsy, forgetting they were caffeinated. So I mixed them up with seltzers, drank all of them, and had a lot of alcohol. It felt great while the alcohol was still effective because they complemented each other.
I had a relaxed energy for a while, but then I got a strange urge to walk home at 2 a.m. I left without telling anyone and walked halfway across the city. No one bothered me, but I probably looked like an insane tweaker (which I basically was).
When I got home I curled up in bed, but I wasn’t sleepy. My husband called me, asking where I’d been, which was fair. I told him I’d walked home, which he surprisingly took in stride (we both have pretty significant mental illnesses so we’re somewhat used to each other doing odd shit sometimes). But then he asked about the energy drinks, and I said I didn’t know what he was talking about. Then I checked my pulse, and it hit me.
I looked up the LD50 value for caffeine, which was like 10 times more than I’d consumed, plus I take propranolol as-needed for anxiety so I just took some of that too and was more or less ok. But the next six hours were spent in bed under a fan, tossing the blanket on and off, and occasionally running to the bathroom to shit straight liquid.
It was almost as bad as the time I took 300mg of THC as a first-time user who’d never even smoked before.️
That’s some crazy shit. Please, continue.
I forget where exactly the dosage calculation got screwed up but it was also one of those things where I wasn’t feeling it yet so I took more and when it finally kicked in I was fucked. I felt my blood pressure drop (and verified it actually, my anxiety med is also a blood pressure med after all) and wound up calling an ambulance. It turned out I didn’t need the ambulance for the blood pressure but just because I probably would have aspirated my puke.
I remember thinking every single thought possible and them branching out infinitely from each individual one of those and also thinking the opposite of them all at the same time. I was convinced I was somehow aware that I was having a seizure (which like, isn’t a thing). I remember feeling like that bit in 2001 A Space Odyssey where he goes through the monolith like I was being dragged across the universe by a rope around my neck. Then I got thrown into whatever that thing bender was talking to was in the Godfellas episode of futurama.
Then I woke up in the ER having been propped up over the siderail of a stretcher over a bucket full of puke with IV fluids running. 2/5 stars. I’d give it less but I’m pretty sure I met god and I’d hate to be rude. It was a lot less nice than the time I passed out on my first day of work, although I don’t remember much of the unconscious period of that one either.
Please, continue.
ok final story; I have to get some sleep at some point.
my very first healthcare job was as a phlebotomist going around room to room in the hospital collecting blood samples. So possibly one of the few jobs on their feet as much or even more than the nurses. But I didn’t really understand how hospitals were laid out yet so I had just been trying to keep my eyes out for a water fountain and just couldn’t seem to find one. So I got a little dizzy but figured we’d go for lunch or something soon so I’d just push through.
Finally I was starting to get real dizzy though so I went and asked a nurse for some water and she was like “oh, you mean the nutrition room!” and pointed it out in the nurses station. So I turned and looked where she was pointing, then looked back, and the world narrowed into a pinpoint and disappeared. I vaguely and briefly remember walking on a beach and talking to someone at this point, but I don’t remember who it was or what was said.
Then I woke up sitting in a rolly chair with like ten people around me and I couldn’t move my mouth because my lips were completely numb. Somebody took my blood sugar and it was fine, but also I got really nauseous suddenly and I wanted to warn them but I couldn’t speak. But then I gagged a little and there was an eme-bag under my face SO fast.
Anyway at that point a stretcher showed up and some lady introduced herself to me as the intensivist and they started wheeling me down to the ER and the only word I was finally able to get out was nooooooooo and she was like “oh yes honey, we’re definitely going to the ER.” And then my supervisor (my brand new supervisor, this was my FIRST. DAY.) came down while I was still puking everywhere and helped clean my puke off me.
The end!
What was the fallout afterwards? Did they just say “you need to stay hydrated,” or what?
pretty much, yeah. there’s not much else to say! I didn’t stay at that job long but it was less to do with that in particular and more it was ultimately just because it wasn’t meant to be.
I ate a bunch of caffeine pills once. Between bouts of intense nausea I remember being in bed, feeling distinctly like a giant rectangular slab of jello, with my emotions and memories being little pockets of jelly suspended in my form.
The most relatable post on Lemmy 😂 Never change!
I did the same thing with mio energy (energy drink concentrate) once, expect it was more… intentional.
I was quite stupid then. Nothing like a raging headache and a pumping heart.
For real; have no idea what the caffeine amount was (very well could’ve been far less than both if you) but I took an edible with caffeine, once.
Tried it once, before, and barely noticed anything so I popped a second one, this time around.
Naturally, forgot I’d taken anything and only vaguely became aware, an hour later, than my heart was pounding. Trying to figure out why your heart is thundering out of your chest while stoned to Hell is probably not high on the Most Effective list.