“I will send an ambulance if you really want me to.”
These were the words I heard over the phone, as I lay crumpled on the bathroom floor. I was in high school, at a party, and I had just tried marijuana for the first time. My chest was pounding, and I was convinced I was having a heart attack. Annoyingly, the 911 operator did not share my sense of urgency. In fact, she said marijuana-induced panic attacks were common and that this “didn’t qualify as an emergency.” And, to my great surprise, I did not die that night in 2009.