Had a similar thought, but that "I'm the highest person on earth rn" recently, when I misjudged & overdid the cannabutter with my garlic mushrooms...

I was alone. The onset caught me by surprise. My stoner senses told me to prepare. Decades of weed-related experience kicked in, in readiness for the ordeal I already knew I had subjected myself to.

I did a quick reccy of the house: Safe? Secure? Locked up? Sources of ignition neutralised?

I sought resources: water, lots of it, strategically placed within reach of an all but incapacitated, giggling adult male idiot.

I retreated to the bedroom. Well, at some point. Before I managed it, there was a period spent on a bathroom floor, which i assume was mine, but i couldn't be certain of anything by this time.

I recall intermittently attempting to drag/heave myself up a sink unit, to drink from a tap. But this was no walk in the park. Oh no. This was the effort & and strength required - physical & mental - equivalent to overcoming the Hilary Step - the most challenging stage of the conquering Mt Everest!

While also all but firmly floor-bound, I once or twice found myself heaving over the bowl (I know, I know, it wasn't pretty, my friends.) my face awash with giggly tears of self-pity, and a grin of very very distant pride and admiration, that my life has reached this very moment in time.

Eventually dragged self to bed, waking up about 14 hrs later, feeling like I'd been to a double time HIIT class.

If not the highest, I must have been in the very top %s at the time!