Well I hope it was perhaps just a combination of what I ate and perhaps getting too high. I did eat quite a bit that night. earlier in the night I finished off the rest of the chinese food that I had for lunch (about 8pm) and then 4 hours later I grab this huge plate of leftover chicken and fried potatoes and a glass of chocolate milk.

The shaking/rumbling was scary as shit. Laying there shaking all to hell I kept telling myself that if this was just the weed and I was having a bad trip I'd be fine, I wouldn't die or anything. But paranoid thoughts came of perhaps it's not the weed, perhaps something serious is happening and because I'm high it feels stranger than hell and I could be dying from something else. Then I started contemplating yelling for help...but then I started puking and then I was worried they'd come knocking on my door because I was puking. !I remembered my weed was still sitting out and I didn't want to have to explain the MJ to my parents. So even violently shaking and scared to death as I was I managed to get up and hide the weed lol. Though I never yelled for help. Thankfully sleep came...

One thing though, I've never been so happy to puke ever....the instant relief that I momentarily got each time from the violent shaking was so welcome after the shaking returned I wanted to puke again...

The sucky thing is now I sit here hungry and wanting to get high, little wary of doing either one.....