Tuesday, July 27, 2021
THC aka WEED aka POT aka Really?
I want to share a story with you. A story of pain, and triumph. It is a story about how I found pot?
A number of years ago, I had a stroke. More specifically it was an ischemic episode. It left me with a lot of pain right behind my right eye. My young nephew being a teenager wanted to help me. What could he do though? It was then he realized that weed might be just the thing to save my sanity as the pain was like someone had shoved a nail in both the front and the back of my eye.
He went out and bought me marijuana. It was not something that I was used to nor something I had done before. I guess you could say I lived a sheltered life of just sex and parties. I guess if you bang several married women and even several married men it was more of an orgy life.
My nephew worried about me made me a joint and taught me to smoke it. After I finished it, 20 minutes later I was feeling better. The stabbing pain that I had been sent home with was nothing more than feeling like I had a speck of something in my eye. It was wonderful. The power of marijuana helped me. Over the course of the next few weeks I recovered my health with what was jokingly at the time being called by me as "the precious!" Of course that was because of the Lord of the Rings movies.
I knew I couldn't do this forever. I was born with asthma and continued to have problems into my adulthood. However, I did it until I was fully healed. I felt alive. I felt whole. In the end, I can say nothing bad about marijuana. It is a great tool, a great friend, and one day if things should go badly for me, I will visit with this friend again.
My nephew never got in trouble for the weed purchases. I thank God for this. In the end, my state ended up legalizing it so you might say it no longer mattered. If I should have a need for this "precious" friend again, I can visit with her with no problems and even purchase legally where the tax money will help my state.
~Lynn
