lymphomamama
Silver Member
Have myself to blame. Should have known it would be busy. Second time in a week I had terror at the marijuana dispensary. Christmas Eve was an edgy visit, really crowded before the holiday but things moved smoothly and the guys I know were working. Stressful, shaky, sweaty but no all out attack.
Went yesterday, the day after holiday. Place wasnt as jammed but was still sro and not one staff member I knew was there. They have you make your order & pay then you stand in line at the pick up window. Somewhere along the way I was forgotten. The pick up line became a crazed mess of high energy men laughing, cussing, and going over their holiday exploits.There were some tatooed gangster types (big trigger) and a fouL smelling fellow with more mental issues than I(!!)
Started to shake & sweat after a few minutes in the shop. So of course the men noticed & started to look at me. That always helps- being stared at when your losing your shit. Fortunately they were getting their orders and moving on and new ones were joining the crowd at the window. I was pinned to the wall. Couldn't move couldn't ask why I wasn't getting my order. Just standing there shaking and now crying. Needed to vomit needed to pee but couldnt move. Needed to scream but my mouth was so dry I couldnt swallow. No one said anything just stared at me and stepped away like they were gonna catch it.
One of the office doors opened and a staff guy I know well came out. So did the tears, the hysteria I felt my bladder letting go. Thank the Gods for Brando because once I saw him I couldnt hold on any more. He got me out of the crowd,got my weed gave me an indica drop to get something in me and got me to the car.My daughter said it had been over an hour. It seemed like the whole morning. She called the manager and despite it being against the rules she will be able to come in with me without having a card,she just cant be right at the order desk or handle the purchase.
More frequent meltdowns. Keeps that cruel cycle going. You know... too scared to go out so you stay home and the more you stay home the scarier it is to go out. As it is the dispensary, T and P are just about the only places I go. So tired after every meltdown. Its exhausting and it wont stop. Sleepy now though (5:23 a.m.) so gonna try for some.
Went yesterday, the day after holiday. Place wasnt as jammed but was still sro and not one staff member I knew was there. They have you make your order & pay then you stand in line at the pick up window. Somewhere along the way I was forgotten. The pick up line became a crazed mess of high energy men laughing, cussing, and going over their holiday exploits.There were some tatooed gangster types (big trigger) and a fouL smelling fellow with more mental issues than I(!!)
Started to shake & sweat after a few minutes in the shop. So of course the men noticed & started to look at me. That always helps- being stared at when your losing your shit. Fortunately they were getting their orders and moving on and new ones were joining the crowd at the window. I was pinned to the wall. Couldn't move couldn't ask why I wasn't getting my order. Just standing there shaking and now crying. Needed to vomit needed to pee but couldnt move. Needed to scream but my mouth was so dry I couldnt swallow. No one said anything just stared at me and stepped away like they were gonna catch it.
One of the office doors opened and a staff guy I know well came out. So did the tears, the hysteria I felt my bladder letting go. Thank the Gods for Brando because once I saw him I couldnt hold on any more. He got me out of the crowd,got my weed gave me an indica drop to get something in me and got me to the car.My daughter said it had been over an hour. It seemed like the whole morning. She called the manager and despite it being against the rules she will be able to come in with me without having a card,she just cant be right at the order desk or handle the purchase.
More frequent meltdowns. Keeps that cruel cycle going. You know... too scared to go out so you stay home and the more you stay home the scarier it is to go out. As it is the dispensary, T and P are just about the only places I go. So tired after every meltdown. Its exhausting and it wont stop. Sleepy now though (5:23 a.m.) so gonna try for some.