Is there anything better than kicking back, listening to some records, lighting up a joint, realizing you can’t smoke weed, and then driving yourself to the hospital in a panic? We caught up with Dr. Cooper Allen to discuss shortness of breath, impending doom, and whether or not we will ever feel normal again.
The Hard Times: Thanks for sitting down with us to discuss the heart attack I’m having. How long do you think I have before my oxygen supply is cut off?
Dr. Allen: I already told you, you’re not having a heart attack. It’s cannabis-induced anxiety. The high will wear off and your heart rate will return to normal in a few hours.
I hear you, and in no way do I doubt your expertise, but I think you should run an EKG just in case. Better safe than sorry, right?
You are one hundred percent safe. You can’t die from anxiety. It can only make you wish you were dead. The only way to get un-high is to wait it out at home.
I can’t go home. Too many mirrors. It’s like a disassociation dungeon there. My airway feels partially obstructed. Is it possible I’m having an allergic reaction to something in the weed?
It says in your chart that you’re only allergic to dander and tree nuts. Unless you were smoking a joint filled with cat hair and pecans, you should be fine.
Oh great, now it feels like there’s a hair stuck in the back of my throat. What if it stays there forever and slowly drives me insane? How am I supposed to live the rest of my life with that thing taunting me every time I swallow?
Jesus Christ, stop trying to dislodge it with your fingers. You’ll scratch your soft palate and cause an actual medical problem. This is just a psychosomatic manifestation of your anxiety. There is no hair. There never was.
You’re probably right. Maybe I should head out. I’ve been sitting here talking to you for over five hours and my wife is probably sitting at home worried sick.
You’ve only been here for 9 minutes and your wife is the one who drove you here. Don’t forget to see the front desk before you leave.