Tää oli hyvinkin mielenkiintoinen tieto! Itse sairastan Crohnin tautia, jossa ongelmana on nimenomaan tuumerinekroositekijän epätasapainon aiheuttama tulehdus ruuansulatus elimistössä. Ite en ainakaan sienistä ole huomannut mitään positiivisia fyysisiä vaikutuksia, psyykkisesti trippailu on kuitenkin auttanut suhtautumaan uudella tavalla ja sulkemaan pois mielestä välillä varsin koviksikin yltyviä kipuja.

Nopealla vilkaisulla en löytänyt ton DOI:n laillista asemaa Suomessa, mutta uskaltaisin arvata että vaarallisia hallusinaatioitaja ja harhoja aiheuttavan hUUmeen käyttäjää rankaistaan erittäin rankasti... Eipä siinä tänne peräkylille ton aineen hommaaminen ois varmaan maailman kaheksas ihme.

Meantime, as my physical functioning continued to deteriorate, I was forced to stop working and cease participating in many things that make my heart sing, like hours around a music-circle fire (too cold, too stiff, too painful for the next couple days). Then there was dancing. Never the graceful ballerina I fantasized morphing into as a child, and seeming to grow extra feet during any sort of contact-couple dance, I took to rocking out on the dance floor with an extraordinary energy as a 20-something, always after a couple pints of rich microbrew at the chosen venue. It was my workout, a release into an exhilaration that allowed me to blow off steam and get my endorphins running strong. As the fibromyalgia set in, I began to experience afterburn for days. Eventually, the chronic fatigue of fibro slowed down my ability to rock my socks off the way I love, and I began to skip so much of the great music and dancing that I’d always used to unwind.

One night, one of my favorite, not-to-be-missed bands was in town and I was determined to go dance, even if I had to pay in afterpain for days. As the evening approached, I made sure I’d eaten well for fuel and the requisite alcohol absorption. I drank a glass of Emergen-C (Vitamin C, b-complex, electrolytes), swallowed some B complex, and drank a bit of ginseng for increased calm energy. Then I remembered the [psilocybin mushroom] chocolates. I decided to take a very small ‘homeopathic’ nibble for some stable body energy while dancing, though I didn’t wish to ‘trip’ or be otherwise psychedelically altered. One little bite to melt in my mouth and forget about. By the time I‘d had just one beer, I was relaxed and engaged enough with the music to hit the dance floor.

Danced all night, drank water to hydrate, drove home, went straight to sleep like a baby. Next day, I got up and went about my business as if I hadn’t danced like a fool for hours and hours the night before. The next day after that, I’d already forgotten that I’d eaten the chocolate, danced hard, and I WASN’T IN PAIN. The next few times I got a wild hair to dance, I followed essentially the same protocol. Never any painful afterburn for the days following.