I had a really bad experience with marijuana. I'd tried it a few times before, but it always had literally zero effect on me (as in I smoked as much as everyone else, they got baked and I felt nothing). And then one day I took a single hit in a shop in Vancouver and was almost instantly hit with brain zaps. It got so bad that I couldn't walk without throwing up, had trouble seeing, and this lasted for hours (from 10:30 am until a little past midnight when it finally subsided enough to sleep). Never again.
It's colloquially called a "whitey". Likely you had a very high THC strain and it hit your body like a truck of bricks because you weren't accustomed to it.
By any chance was this "one hit" done on a hot knife at the Pain Management Society on commercial drive pre-legalization? Because I've heard a similar story from quite a few people, several of them heavy users. No warning, and sent on their merry way without checking if they had a safe way to get home. Which I mention because getting lost trying to find home is a common theme in their stories. The people who knew what they were looking at report the dose as a generous dollop on the order of .5g.
Not on Commercial... it was downtown somewhere I think (this was 8 years ago and the day is a blur). There was a kinda grungy store downstairs that also sold grey-area mushrooms, and a "bar" upstairs. I remember the proprietor saying that they operated it as a "protest" against cannabis laws. They had these machines that instantly vaporize the stuff.
Different location, same delivery. It was a bit of a wild west before legalization. You had in one hit what most heavy users would consider plenty for a binge weekend. I'm glad to see those old shops go.
