Saturday Night.

Hello.


I'm seventeen, female, live in Tennessee, on a farm. Nothing out of the ordinary, I guess. I know a lot of people are going to stop reading at this point, but.. I hope you don't. I really do need some help, need some answers. All this is driving me insane. But onwards. I have insulin resistence, chlesterol problems, hypothyroidism, and migraines. Over the past year I've experiemented in drug usage, to a fair degree. Marijuana, drinking, X, mushrooms, cocaine, meth and various pills.

Saturday night I was relaxing with friends. Partying for me is staying up for many days doing many different drugs. Recently, I had decided to basically chill out on doing so much. Tonight was about smoking some marijuana and drinking a very small amount. I went to a friend's house, drank a little (not even a beer), and went to another friend's house. There, we smoked a bowl, and I sat back. Then, everything changed. Like reality literally "slipped", there was no up nor down. I don't remember what happened from there until my friend kept saying my name repeatedly and told me to go to bed. I got up and went to change- at that point, it was like my muscles wouldn't do what I asked them to do. It took me forever to change. By this point, my hearing was also weird. I can't even explain it. I came back out and asked my friend where I was supposed to sleep- because it was like I couldn't process what she had said earlier. I felt deja'vu. I laid down. I remember feeling like electricity was running throughout my body, I was twitching, staring at the ceiling, and I could feel tears streaming down my face, but I was laughing. And I couldn't make anything stop.

The next thing I remember is everything being much more weird, like slow motion, and like.. tunnel vision of a sort. Like a dream but not quite. My friend was talking to me, but I couldn't really hear her, and I felt my heart beating throughout my body, fast. It hurt. So I started freaking out a bit at that point. My friend asked if I wanted to go to the hospital, I said no, then yes. She went to wake up my other friend, I could hear her, somehow, I sat up, though I don't remember sitting up. At that point I was having trouble breathing- to the point I thought I was going to die. So I started praying in my head, or so I thought, and the praying came to some sort of climax, I guess. And then the next thing I remember from there is my friend being in front of me telling me that we were going to the ER and everything would be okay.

Now. Backtrack-  According to my friend, I had laid down, went to sleep, then just.. opened my eyes and said, "Something's wrong", and then when I was praying or whatever, I was apparently screaming, and then when I was praying and it came to the climax, I was screaming. Apparently the part I don't remember is that I got up and started walking around- still screaming- picking things up, picking at things, tried moving a fan, tried opening the door, picked up a CD off the top of the TV.

Went to the ER. I really don't remember a lot of anything. I vaguely remember this, too. I remember the drive there, sort of, telling them to call my mom and giving them the number in the car. Walking in. And it's cloudy from there. Some of the things I said, now knowing what I said, don't make sense at all (and on looking back, are sort of funny. I told the front desk nurse that I was dying. I called my friend a whore. I couldn't remember my social. I asked for a sharpie to draw on my hand with. Etc. None of which I can recall, except trying to remember my social.) At the ER, from what I know, they took me into a room and let me lay down. They asked what I had done- and what had I done?

I took my medicine (Topamax, Glucophage, Synthroid, Tricor), drank a very small amount of alcohol, and smoked marijuana. They didn't pump my stomach or anything, in fact, they didn't do squat. From my understanding, the doctor wasn't very accomodating at all. I know that my skin color was like.. green. And my eye color was weird. But my blood sugar level was normal, in fact, it was good. I don't know what happened. Hopefully, someone else can help me figure that out.

Literally, when I was being checked in, I thought that I had died and somehow came back as someone else or something, or.. I don't know. Delusional? Beats me. I went home and slept. I think I still need to sleep, all this is getting to me. My friends and family show me support and love- but in all honesty, it's like I've tried to make them understand it, and they can't see how badly it messes with me. I don't understand what happened. At all.

Normally, if I had never done anything like this, then I would say it was my medicine mixed with a little alcohol, going on a few hours of sleep, and marijuana. But- the point is, I've done this and so much more before, what I did that night was a lot less compared to many nights, doing the exact same things, and a lot more. When I woke up I started looking into seizures and panic attacks and everything else, but I still can't find an answer that really makes sense.

I'm supposed to see my neurologist on Friday for this, but any assistance in the meantime would be much appreciated. Thanks for your time-

-Renae.