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Dysphoric Reaction to Psilocybe Cyanescens |
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Written by John W. Allen
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Tuesday, 21 December 1999 |
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At this time I had mentioned that I was going to eat some “magic mushrooms” and as soon as I had mentioned this, both of my friends asked if they too could have some. I gave two large dried specimens to both of my friends and I proceeded to eat four large specimens weighing approximately 2 1/2 grams dried. My friend Lisa F had eaten about 1/2 gram of these dried mushrooms.
Within 20 minutes I began to feel the effects of the mushrooms and told my friends that I was going upstairs to retrieve some cassette tapes for us to listen to. When I returned to Lisa's room she was laying on the bed sobbing. The Eskimo boy had apparently gone back to his study room to ponder his life. Since Lisa F seemed quite uncomfortable, I asked her if she was ok and she just started crying louder. This woke up several other people in the house, some of whom were concerned about her crying. At about 40 minutes after consuming the mushrooms, amidst the sobbing and some sarcasm directed at herself, the dysphoric reaction became more complicated by her admission that she had just wet her pants, so I helped her change her sheets and bedding while she tried to change her wet clothes. Within a few minutes after this had transpired, she resumed her loud sobbing once again.
Soon several people had converged on her room to see what was the matter. Lisa kept yelling that she did not want to die and ask me several times, over and over, “John, please don't let me die.” to which I often replied, “Don't worry, your not going to die.” This routine went on for about one hour and all during this period she kept trying to vomit without any success.
One of the other tenants in the building was causing her to believe that he was the devil and she wanted him to leave her room. This tenant kept complaining that her crying was keeping him awake and that he would not leave the room until she stopped crying. All during this period, as noted earlier, Lisa F continued to try and vomit, but to no avail.
Into the last half of the second hour she was still unable to move very much and several people, still celebrating the New Years, tried to offer her a beer to calm her down. I kept telling people that she did not need any more alcohol, but several people kept trying to get her to drink. During all of confusion, Lisa F still tried to vomit and I held her hand and talked to her, which seemed to be the only sanity and comfort which she responded to.
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