I ate a chunk of ABV/coconut oil yesterday, which had been in my fridge since whenever I last contributed to this thread (maybe ten months ago). Fucked me up. Kinda nicely for a while, but eventually I seemed to feel crappy from it.
When I've done this before, I was using about half a gram of flower per day, throughout the day. Lately, though, I've only been using about 0.1-0.15 g a day; mostly after 9:00 pm. Since I don't feel like I'm chasing a dragon all day every day now, I was able to approach this ABV trip (to Wendy's) differently than when I've done it before. I didn't start out by worrying about what might or might not happen. Rather, I simply noticed the chunk of ABV oil in my fridge, and I impulsively said why the fuck not.
I ate the chunk of ABV oil just before leaving the house on my power chair, with most of a green smoothie in hand. First I sat in front of Kroger, 700 feet from my home, while drinking the smoothie and people-watching, then I went to Wendy's, about another half mile down the road.
Smelling fried chicken outside Kroger made me want chicken at Wendy's. But when I got there, the picture on the menu board of the Baconator made me reconsider. So I hung out in front of the counter for a while, trying to figure out if I wanted Baconator or chicken. This decision was very hard to make. After asking the cashier girl a whole bunch of stupid questions, I ended up getting the Baconator combo with a Dr. Pepper. That may have been the first time I've drank pop this year, as I pretty much only drink water these days. (I'm from Ohio. Ohioans call it pop.) I even apologized to the cashier for being so indecisive and stupid, and I told her I was high. Which I think may not have been obvious, as I think I tend to give a first impression of something more like very serious, as I obviously have to work very hard to do things most people can do easily (from MS and two horrible injuries).
My injuries: On April 27, I broke my right femur into three pieces; just from standing. Then on June 17, I suffered 2nd and 3rd degree burns on my right shin/calf, right buttock, and thankfully only a small part of my dick, after accidentally kicking off the cold water knob on my cripple bath, with the shower head spraying the hottest water possible on my leg, with me stuck in a position that left me mostly unable to move out of the hot water's path. I've only been able to put weight on the leg for the last few weeks or so.
Yeah, so I was baked. I was so baked I had a hard time holding up my top half while I ate. After leaving Wendy's, I felt like I could fall asleep on my power chair while operating it. As I headed back toward Kroger/home, I started to wonder if I was going to be able to do my grocery shopping. I ended up deciding to head back home first, to rest for a while and hopefully to lose the buzz. A couple hours later I felt like I had the energy and motivation to head back to Kroger.
This trip was pretty nice for a while, but it ended up making me feel pretty shitty for a while. But that may have been at least partly caused by dehydration. Anyway, I think this trip gave me a much better idea of what to expect from eating ABV than when I've done it previously. I got my money's worth.