Cannabis is a lifelong ally to my husband and I.
Cannabis is no doubt one of the factors that has kept us able to communicate and able to minimize most petty fighting, thus staying together over 26 years now.
As we have aged, cannabis has become less recreational and more truly medicinal. I'm supposed to take 300 mgs of Tramadol a day. I take 50 and use cannabis. I am supposed to take 20 mgs of Cymbalta a day. My ongoing detox is tough, but I still say cannabis and/or cannabis combined with ibuprofin works better for me with pain.
One time when I was in the hospital a doc was examining me and my vital signs and asked, "Do you work out all the time?" I laughed and said I was basically sedentary and said unless you count this as a workout, and motioned bringing a roach to my mouth with my finger and thumb.
My brother who is 41 had a horrible car accident at age 17. He was T-Boned as he legally drove through an intersection. Wound up in a hospital bed for about five days and a terribly screwed up lower back. The X-Rays of his Coccyx and lower back bones is a mess of broken and healed bones and weird gigantic nerves. He has had a doctor look him in the eye and ask point blank, "Why are you not taking opiate medications daily? I'm surprised you are not addicted to them?"
All my bro did was smile, say, "I don't really like pills," then make the motion of grabbing a roach and bringing it to his mouth. At the time the doc said he could not make a formal recommendation but if that worked, then keep up with it.
When my husband was diagnosed with metastatic cancer, his Oncologist told him to vape as much as he could then to binge eat as much as he comfortably could (before he lost the ability to swallow due to treatment). That same Oncologist was filled with bubbling laughter and a huge smile six months later when he told my husband other than follow up exams in upcoming years to ensure it is correct, that he is cured. The doc didn't get to say that to too many people. It made his day. And ours.
. I attribute the early detection, my husband's positivity, his submission to treatment and his lifelong cannabis use to this cure.
My husband and I have had a hard road at times in life and have a number of harrowing horror stories that basically make up our past. And yet, we are not alcoholics, we take as little prescription meds as we can, and he at age 64 and I at age 46 hardly have any grey hairs.
These are just a few of the reasons why I love cannabis.
Cannabis is no doubt one of the factors that has kept us able to communicate and able to minimize most petty fighting, thus staying together over 26 years now.
As we have aged, cannabis has become less recreational and more truly medicinal. I'm supposed to take 300 mgs of Tramadol a day. I take 50 and use cannabis. I am supposed to take 20 mgs of Cymbalta a day. My ongoing detox is tough, but I still say cannabis and/or cannabis combined with ibuprofin works better for me with pain.
One time when I was in the hospital a doc was examining me and my vital signs and asked, "Do you work out all the time?" I laughed and said I was basically sedentary and said unless you count this as a workout, and motioned bringing a roach to my mouth with my finger and thumb.
My brother who is 41 had a horrible car accident at age 17. He was T-Boned as he legally drove through an intersection. Wound up in a hospital bed for about five days and a terribly screwed up lower back. The X-Rays of his Coccyx and lower back bones is a mess of broken and healed bones and weird gigantic nerves. He has had a doctor look him in the eye and ask point blank, "Why are you not taking opiate medications daily? I'm surprised you are not addicted to them?"
All my bro did was smile, say, "I don't really like pills," then make the motion of grabbing a roach and bringing it to his mouth. At the time the doc said he could not make a formal recommendation but if that worked, then keep up with it.
When my husband was diagnosed with metastatic cancer, his Oncologist told him to vape as much as he could then to binge eat as much as he comfortably could (before he lost the ability to swallow due to treatment). That same Oncologist was filled with bubbling laughter and a huge smile six months later when he told my husband other than follow up exams in upcoming years to ensure it is correct, that he is cured. The doc didn't get to say that to too many people. It made his day. And ours.
. I attribute the early detection, my husband's positivity, his submission to treatment and his lifelong cannabis use to this cure.My husband and I have had a hard road at times in life and have a number of harrowing horror stories that basically make up our past. And yet, we are not alcoholics, we take as little prescription meds as we can, and he at age 64 and I at age 46 hardly have any grey hairs.
These are just a few of the reasons why I love cannabis.

. I just found your remark on it's new name kind of weird considering the title you had given it wasn't any better. 
. I guess it really was the 'gateway', just not the gateway I had been led to believe it was. I love cannabis, and I love you all too, stay cool... and smoke weed.