Or, as I call it: Senior, Stoned and So Over It
What happens when an 80-something year old woman tries weed for the first time? She’s going to tell you about it below. Oh, and don’t let her kid you: she ASKED for the edible. I did NOT suggest it. For the record, I think her exact words were “bring me a couple of edibles!” She’s had quite a year in a lot of different ways and I think she wanted to step out a bit. But I’ll let her give you her version of events, with my notes in orange.
Recently I was gifted with four edibles by a dear friend who thought my life would be better (or more relaxing) with a hit of marijuana (encased in a chocolate shell). She advised me to take only half of one for openers because even though I am in my 80s, and lived on the Monterey Peninsula during the 60’s (a hotbed of drugs, the least of which was grass), I had never experimented with drugs (other than nicotine and wine).
So, one SaturdayI broke one of the edibles in half and chewed and swallowed it. My friend told me it takes about an hour and a half before kicking in. I waited…but nothing in my body or mind changed enough for me to notice. I decided to take a whole one next time.
(Notice that she wanted a “next time.” And a bigger dose.)
The following Saturday, April 1st I at 4:30 PM I chewed and swallowed a whole one.
At 5:15 PM , I started noticing a thick head and a definite distancing from my usual world. This was enough to stress me out since I’ve been sole caretaker of my husband who is recovering from a serious pneumonia siege. “What happens if I freak out?” and “What if my body mimics a stroke, and he calls 911 or, even worse, tries to drive me to ER?” He’s not driving just yet, and he doesn’t know about the pot!
(Oh the tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive!)
By 6:00, I noticed numbness in my feet (of all places) and that my mouth was dry. Someone called but I couldn’t talk for the dryness in lips and tongue. Had to pass the phone over to husband (who didn’t notice a thing!)
By 7:00 I was feeling very relaxed, but not sleepy, in fact I couldn’t imagine sleeping ever…I closed my eyes and a panorama of thoughts and strange visuals passed by. I could feel the little electrical sparks that were popping about in my brain. I kept trying to catch great lines or scenes that I might use later, but found that even as I felt I was getting great insights, when they passed, they were gone and I couldn’t recapture them even though it had been only a second. Very frustrating. (It would not have helped to have a pen and pad…it all went by too fast.)
At 8:00 I settled on the couch to watch The Thin Man, KQED’s movie of the week. Now I think that most 30’s-40’s movies are melodramatic or silly–one or the other. And Nick and Nora are the silliest. But thanks to pot, I found myself smiling indulgently and even emitting an occasional laugh. I could see why they still had an audience, they were most amusing.
(This is the point at which I can’t stop smiling, myself. She is most amusing! and even more so, stoned.)
By 9:00 the pot started to wear off and I returned to thinking N & N were silly and not worth my time.
At 10:00 I felt the edible was gone and I went to bed. Perhaps I slept better than usual? Or had more interesting dreams?
Can’t say, since I usually sleep well and always have interesting dreams.
End of Experiment: I never lost the full awareness of myself and was never in danger of that. The evening was interesting and I’m grateful to my friend for providing the seeds (no pun intended) for this new experience.
I think my stressing out about what might happen kept me from fully enjoying the experience. Plus I think it might help to be with others who were also indulging. (not my husband!)
(Notice that she hinted for a companion to join her next time.)
But I don’t think I need to try it again, and will probably stick to wine to get high.
(Notice that she said “probably.”)
I have nothing to add except that I love this friend without exception for so many reasons and her sense of adventure at 80+ is only one of them.