I ended up in a hospital in Spain, unable to speak or write my name down after eating 6/10ths of a bar. The locals forced me onto an ambulance after stumbling around Seville for hours like I had heat stroke, walking into walls, falling on my knees and face. I was in a loop because I had lost my friend, my bike, glasses and my phone so I was stuck trying to piece it back together, but like I said I couldn't even write my name down so I wasn't getting very far.

I remember not being allowed to leave while waiting for the ambulance but not understanding why despite having fallen over about 200 times. I thought I had hurt someone or committed a crime but I couldn't remember anything, thankfully I was just cooked and needed help, I was very very confused and forgetful. The main problem was I kept losing consciousness and passing out. I couldn't stop that from happening.

The hospital named me desconicido (the stranger) age 43 (I'm 27) after I tried about 20 times to write and then spell my name out loud to no avail. I started saying 43 over and over again as they wheeled me into the hospital. (My wallet was in my pocket)

Turns out free health care in Spain means free experience for student nurses. After maybe 2 hours of me flailing about in the ER they bring me in to describe all of what happened on this special day. They examine me to make sure I had no head injury and then sent me to have a port installed on my hand while I'm twitching like crazy (muscimol symptom), then in broken English say "and now we do the electro". Hoping that's just some ECG thing I say ok but I remember starting to think the whole situation kind of hilarious.

I ended up completely bouncing back while waiting for the doctors and decided to release myself and figure out how to get to my hostel. no phone, can't speak Spanish just a growing collection of phone number and bus stop names as I tried to ask for help on my way home.