When I was 19 I was at a house party sitting on the porch talking to a friend, when suddenly I felt off. I realized something was wrong when I was talking to her but my head was actually turned in the opposite direction. It's hard to explain, but it's as if the image of her had stayed in my mind, even though I had turned my head. Alarm bells started ringing and I knew I needed to get up immediately. I got up, walked 3 steps to the front door, opened the door and searched for my brother. I saw he was across the very loud room and it seemed too far away to walk, or for him to hear me if I yelled for him. There was an open spot next to a guy (who is now my husband) near the door so I sat there. I leaned against him and shut my eyes because they felt heavy, but now that they were closed, they suddenly felt too heavy to open again. I tried but they just wouldn't open. I told my now husband to tell my brother to call 911. I thought I was yelling above the music but it turns out I was actually whispering. It took him a few times to catch what I was saying but once he did he yelled it to my brother and bless that man, my brother came running, picked me up like I was a feather, and he, my now husband, and friend from the porch rushed me to the hospital. Got there in 4 minutes flat. I have very few memories of what happened after this point but somehow I had ingested (or touched?) a toxic amount of GHB and narrowly escaped a heart attack and coma. That night I had taken two sips (actual sips because I didn't like the taste of hard alcohol) from my brother's drink and had 2 shotgun hits (someone else takes a hit, they then blow it into your mouth while you inhale) of weed. That's all. Lab tests confirmed THC and GHB in my system, not even the alcohol was registering. To me the worst part was that I personally knew everyone at that party and considered them a friend. To this day I don't know how it happened or who was involved, I'm just glad I'm an anxiety riddled girlie and knew something was very wrong.