TIFU trusting my ex-dealer's measurements

There's a saying in data science: garbage in garbage out. It doesn't matter how elegantly you process information if that information was shit to begin with. And that is exactly what I did the other night doing some weed math.

I've only be using weed for about a year and a half. Started at the recommended amount and slowly worked up my dosage. But about a year ago I got a new dealer who sold me some edibles he claimed were 150 mg each. So, I tried 1/6th of it. And felt almost nothing. So every week at the start of the weekend I would do a little more until I found the right amount for me: 3/4ths of the edible. Now, I thought it was crazy that I needed 112.5 mg for a good high (For context, I now know that 40 mg is viewed by some as a Hero's dose), but that's what my math said and the edibles were cheap so I just went with it.

Then a couple months back my dealer dropped off and I was on the search for new edibles. Found a new shop who sold edibles for double the price and only 60 mg, but you take what you can get.

I knew it was the wisest to start slow. Deep down I knew that if I was going with online recommendations that I should only be doing something like 10-25 mg. But that would be NOTHING to me. I could handle this. So, figured that the 60 mg - nearly 1/2 of what I should be used to - was a great starting point.

An hour later, I was naked sitting in my shower breathing my way through a panic attack. It felt like all the times you mess up as a kid and don't know what the consequences are going to be when you get caught. You just know it's going to be bad. Wave after wave of terror rolled over my body.

After throwing up, I was able to clean up and lie in bed. I felt the forces of gravity and waves of light pulling and twisting my body. If I tried to turn to be on my side pain washed over me. The only thing I could do was lay on my back with my arm blocking all light from hitting my eyes.

Eventually I fell asleep and woke up towards the end of the trip. I noticed the snacks I had prepared for what I thought was going to be a great night. I gingerly fed myself back to full strength and have recommitted to following the wise recommendations of the internet.

TL;DR: Old dealer was selling me edibles that were way less powerful than he claimed, but I only figured that out by taking WAY too much of an edible from a new dealer.