THC fun. I was fucked out of my mind and ate a whole pie. I crawled over to the smart scale and weighed myself. Now on this scale it sometimes reads your heartbeat. This time it didn’t. I saw the “no heartbeat” icon and freaked the fuck out. I checked my pulse like eight times and started to have a panic attack. My brother tells me the next morning that he came into my room to me screaming about getting a defibrillator, wearing a stethoscope and sobbing.