Severance Season 1

One thing I find myself doing a lot is checking my own health markers.

I try to stay on top of my own health, mainly due to a lack of health insurance, skepticism of doctors and my own curiosity regarding bodily health and function.

To preface, I am a heavy user of cannabis. Specifically, extracts and oils.

My main vice is THC-H, but also includes terpenes and other analogs of THC-9 which is deemed illegal beyond a certain threshold(Makes no sense because it's illogical)

Cannabis, Marijuana, Ganja, Buddha, you name it, it's called many things.

Cannabis sativa, Cannabis indica, Cannabis ruderalis[a]

As an understudied medicine and plant(In terms of how it benefits people because big pharma are corrupt and morally bankrupt), I took it upon myself to measure my own usage and effects on me as an individual. Not systemically, but just playing it by ear and ball parking, because I can't be assed to do it formally.

What I've noticed in my usage is my tolerance for anything has increased with my usage. For example, the pictures that are shown were taken minutes before I am writing this. By this point, I have already been awake several hours, drinking a cup of coffee and vaping nicotine. Despite consuming 2 different stimulants, my resting heart rate is shockingly low. The 2nd picture was taken immediately after vaping cannabis for the first time since I woke up. As of now, my BPM is currently sitting around the 80's, very steady.

What I find interesting how both the caffeine and nicotine has very little impact on my heart rate, while the cannabis after one hit has raised it by 10-20.

Granted, what I am currently vaping is extremely potent, a mixture of delta-8, THC-H, HHC and other analogs of THC-9 which is said to be 5-20x more potent.

This would explain my rise in tolerance over time.

The other night, I consumed a gummy with 750mg's of THC-H/HHC/THC-8 and the only real consequence was sleepiness and an enjoyable "high"

My recent challenge with the 2.5mil~ Scoville rated hot sauce was something that even surprised myself, but factoring in the cannabis use, I can't help but feel it's somehow related in one shape or another.

I don't think I've ever even seen anybody consume 2.5 million scoville with a straight face, let alone sing and play a song immediately afterwards.

I found it quite strange myself being able to tolerate it so easily.

Sitting here thinking about it, it's difficult to distinguish whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. It's not like I don't sense the "spice" or "hotness" per se, it's more so, I'm just able to deal with it. Even in my throat, esophagus and stomach lining even though you shouldn't because there's no nerves in there.

I double checked my stool and other sensations in my body to make sure I'm not doing anything too crazy to myself. I still feel pain quite sharply in other aspects. I cut myself the other day in the kitchen while cleaning off a knife and I was more concerned about the damage not spreading and healing properly more so than pain or the blood.

My grandfather passed away from esophagus cancer, but he was a lifetime smoker and drinker. I'm hoping I didn't just speedrun that process doing something this asinine, but you can't really know your own limits if you don't test them.

It seems 2.5 million scovilles is still nowhere near close to my limit. Didn't even tear up.

I ordered some fresh Pepper X to eat. It'll be interesting to see how it differs.

If I can consume that with a straight face, I think we need to call up some people and ask where they're putting the next goalpost because it was too mild.

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Another aspect I keep track of along with the cannabis use is the common myth of reaction time and sluggishness that is touted by big pharma. Going by my own results, I think it's a load of horse shit. At my age, hitting sub 150 ms regularly while being blitzed out on the chronic is a very strong argument against the propaganda spewed by the DEA and WHO.

Cannabis has been a massive factor for my own emotional regulation and the more research I do, the more my theories get reinforced. 

I need to dig a bit deeper for additional bio markers I can keep track of just to track my own progress. I've still yet to see diminishing returns for the cannabis usage, so my usage amount steadily increases over time, but only in the form of more potent analogs of THC, rather than consuming more. More consumption leads to further contamination of the lung's alveoli's which can only take so much within a certain time frame.

My take on it is that reasonable moderate use has extremely beneficial effects in forcing your body to adapt to the substance influence, which in terms balances your own mood.

Much safer than drinking alcohol in my opinion, but your mileage may vary.

Always best to have a trip sitter if you're gonna do something like weed. A designated driver of sorts who can chaperone you. It can be a very overwhelming experience and having someone to rely on is very important when trying out mind altering substances like marijuana.

The safest you can try. Bar none. 

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One caveat I would like to add regarding heavy cannabis use and emotional regulation is the ability to still let myself get overwhelmed still by the simple things. For example, I finally opened up the Linkin Park Road to Revolution Live At Milton Keynes Album I picked up the other day from the CD shop.

I'm honestly overcome with emotions while listening to this album. What really gets transmitted when hearing this is the amount of struggle Chester must've gone through to get to the point he's at in this recording. 

It pains me knowing what kind of demise he met, knowing that I too had felt much of his pain which is why I listened to Linkin Park albums so often and still do so.

It really doesn't take a genius to notice the kind of rigorous vocal training Chester had gone through. Even on my own with over a decade of singing experience still pales in comparison to his vocal finesse. Really, a once in a lifetime talent.

Really wish I could've seen him live. One of my few real regrets because I distinctly remember the time I saw the chance to go see and I thought "next time" and there was no next time.

I got tears pouring down my face just listening and writing this. 

It really is powerful. Much more so than some measly 2.5 million scoville hot sauce. 

Like a Rorschach test on whether or not I can still feel.

Plenty. Too much honestly. I think it's from birth.