Have you ever wondered what a bad acid trip feels like? I can honestly say I had no desire to ever find out. The most illegal drug I have ever done was a contact high. I was young and naive and had no clue my roommate was smoking a joint. Now thinking about I wonder how I could have been so stupid to not realize but I digress.
This weekend was rough. We had a T-ball game Saturday morning that Steve took Charlie too while I took Rachael to the Maryland Sheep and Wool festival. OH MY the pretties that I found. Sunday was all about A Day Out With Thomas. Which required tons of walking and almost no sitting. Mixed in with those big events I also had to work. So Sunday night came and I was tired but couldn’t fall asleep. I turned towards the Tylenol PM and prayed for some sleep. Just one night of good sleep is what I wanted. Trust me when I say I didn’t get it.
I instead got what I can only assume a bad acid trip feels like. I laid down at 1030 and promptly fell asleep. (YEAH!) However I woke up screaming at 12 and every 5 minutes after that. I know at one point I woke up screaming, Steve asked me what was wrong and I told him I need to peel every inch of my skin off. I woke at one point, shoved both legs as high in the air as I could and shook them with all my might because they couldn’t be still. WORST experience EVER!
So my lesson learned was: After bariatric surgery all ingested materials are absorbed differently than before. Meaning that 2 Tylenol PM is equivalent to an overdose reaction.