A Prescription for Fog

Greetings. This is Jeff here; I wanted to share something while it is still fresh in my mind.  This is a demonstration of how the simplest of input can end up overwhelming the otherwise cognizant mind.

Today was started as it usually is around 3-4 am. We had both decided to go to the dispensary for more RSO. The 1:1 is amazing stuff and neither of us has slept that well in many years, regardless of medicine or technique tried.  As of when I awoke this morning, I was in a bit of a fog, about 2 on the RVI. Speech presented a problem, processing external input was also greatly impaired as well. In such a state I would never go out to a store where I would have to deal with crowds, (to me) stupid questions and my own inability to think under such conditions. Yet, we needed the RSO so away we went as soon as they opened. Being a weekday I figured it to be relatively empty, like it has been every other time we were there.

However today the dispensary was packed and all the noise, people, interruptions left me pretty brain locked...still I trudged on. I could really no longer grasp why we were there; my only focus was to survive it until we got home. As a self-preservation tactic I developed long ago, I had pre-figured out our order and wrote it on my cell phone. I knew if I had to even read this to someone today I would screw it up.

That didn't help because the dispensary was completely out of the RSO we needed. There was only what they called "high CBD" RSO but when compared to a 1:1 RSO (same maker), this high CBD RSO has exactly the CBD of the 1:1 cart, just half the THC. Still it was all they had and I had a hell of a time getting the girl to email us when they get it in. Then the flower got weird, had to answer more questions there and then suddenly the girl realizes we have never spun this thing called "Wheel of Weed". I guess orders over 100 bucks get to spin this and the result is you can win a pre-roll, hat, etc. By the time I finished that and we were realizing we could not get any useful RSO, we were trying to figure out what to do instead and the choices overwhelmed me just enough where I had to stagger out of the dispensary and hang on a pole until Beth finished the transaction. As this was going on I was noticing my legs getting more and more rubbery, had the feeling they could collapse at any moment. I just had to get outside, away from the intense chaos and close my eyes...it never passed but it never got worse, at that point a definite win.

By now the fog was getting thick; smaller and simpler things confounded me. I felt like I had lost a mental fistfight. Its like my working memory tanked or something and I was forgetting things 15 minutes after learning them. If it were not for my caregiver/wife I would not have made it out of the parking lot.

Even driving home my brain was still reeling from the encounter when I saw what looked like a tree falling over on the opposite side of the road. I saw it plain as day, not out of the corner of my eye or any of that bullshit. Yet as we drove past the place, there was no sign a tree had ever been there. I was forced to stare at the (unchanging) floor mat of the car all the way home. My ability to process anything was just about rock-bottom and the only way I made it was to limit the amount of input as best I could.

By now the fog was thick and complete. RVI of 4 or better. I hope sleep fixes this.