Like "please god let this be over" Thats saying a lot as I am atheist.
That is exactly what I was chanting, over and over, lying on the bathroom floor, vomiting in the shower because I was too dizzy and uncoordinated to crawl up to the toilet. I had made my first batch of canna caramels and had 1/2 of one, while enjoying some cabernet with a friend. 2 hours later, I didn't think I felt anything (the wine masked it), so I ate the other half, plus 3 more in the next 3 hours. And I finished the bottle of wine.
It's a pretty big deal when us atheists are praying ("There's no atheists in foxholes" reference fits in somehow). I was also mumbling, "Nobody ever OD'ed from pot. You're gonna be fine."
Took over 6 hours to lose the bed (floor) spins, and I still felt wonky the next day. Ugg. I really shoulda known better, as I'm old enough to...well....
know better.
My shoulder hurt for a week from where I fell onto the side of our 80's style hideously ugly waterbed.
Needless to say, I absolutely DO NOT eat edibles if I'm going to even have a glass of wine. Derp.