Friday, September 25, 2009
R.I.P. Swampy
Swampy passed away from complications of cancer among other ailments. He was one of the people using the Rick Simpson oil to treat his cancer. It did work while he was using it, however as his illness worsened a conflict arose between his prescribed medications for his blood, and the vegetable oil used in the process of making the Simpson Oil. I'm not exactly sure what the issue was, but he could no longer continue to use both.
We found out on the way to our compassion club meeting. I was so shaken, and it was difficult not to make an announcement at that nights meeting in his honor but it had only been a matter of hours since his passing and a lot of his family had not been notified yet so we kept it quiet out of respect.
After the meeting we held an after meeting around the campfire. In attendance was swampy's caregiver who helped him in the end. We smoked in his honor and tears filled my eyes as I stared up into bright star lit sky. I know he was watching us smoke the strain he created, Free Leonard.
He told us something I will never, ever forget. Swampy smoked an ounce of marijuana a day to self medicate and treat his illness'. This was common knowledge. When he got ill and had to be hospitalized he could not smoke anything, and that is when he lost his battle.
DAMMIT - MARIJUANA IS A MEDICINE GIVEN TO US BY GOD. LET US USE IT TO SAVE LIVES !!!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Ripped !
This meeting also left me with a great deal of confidence in what I am accomplishing. I used to kind of feel that I was really the newbie in all of this. I had never grown a plant and I really didn't know the growers lingo. I felt lost a lot of the time. I kept on with the club though, mostly faking it and it pretty much always worked out. What I realized last week was that I am right on par with most of these other club leaders. They have the same questions I do, in other words they are just learning too. I feel better. I can do this. I am doing this, and it's working.
Now, some bad news. A board member from our club got his plants ripped last night. He was two weeks away from harvest and they took everything that was ready. They picked the lock and took off through the back woods. No physical damage, but he lost $10,000 dollars worth of plants. I am so sick over this. He has patients that have been waiting for their meds for months and now he has nothing to give them. The police were called and came out to make a report but nothing beyond that so far.
I'll keep you posted as this progresses.
For now, our next meeting is scheduled for this coming Wednesday. We're ready to go with announcements and such. We're searching for board members and volunteers to help us grow. It's taking off and I'm on for the ride.
Talk to you soon.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Tomorrow's The Day!
So I am going with my two friends who run the club with me. They are a couple of great guys and we really seem to get along well. We have our questions well thought out and we will come away from this meeting with a much better sense of where we can go with our compassion club.
Got my meds, I'm good to go. My baby is doing well too. Growing strong!
See ya.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
staying focused
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Christmas Tree
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Random Happenings
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Busy
Sunday, August 2, 2009
White Widow...Check
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Approved
Monday, July 6, 2009
I'm Off....
Sunday, July 5, 2009
White Widow


Breathe
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Compassion Clubs
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
In the blink of an eye
It's been awhile since I posted.
I haven't had any good meds for awhile now. Without them I simply cannot function. I need medical marijuana to live my life. If I don't have it things are bad. Very, very bad.
I am on my way to Southfield July 6th to get my papers signed for my card. I was supposed to go in June but money ran short and the water pump in the van took a dump. It devastated me to miss that appointment. There is nothing on this earth that is going to keep me from going to this next appointment, so if you happen to see a wild haired hippy chick on the side of the freeway thumbing it to Southfield that day...Please have some compassion and pick me up eh?
I have to share this too. The day before I missed my appointment our beloved dog Gizmo got out of the house. He had alzheimers pretty bad, and if he got past the fence he couldn't find his way back. we spent all of Sunday and Monday searching the city streets. We used craigslist to get the neighborhood involved and Tuesday night we got word that he was spotted by the on ramp to the freeway. He had been hit and had died. Gizmo was a member of our family for twelve years. It was horrible.
Later that week I had an appointment with my regular physician to go over the test results of my EMG. My other half has been frustrated for awhile watching me go to the Dr. over and over and nothing changes. So being the loud guy from Brooklyn, NY that I fell in love with he has called the office and spoke up on my behalf several times. When I am in a lot of pain I guess he speaks just a little louder than they would like.
The result... I was told if I felt they weren't doing a good enough job with my health, and if I wasn't happy, then maybe I should find a new Dr., and just like that, I was released.
Well Fuck !!
So I'm trying to find another Dr. I really don't want to talk about it right now.
So with all of that frustration going on along with not having good meds I have fallen apart. I have been yelling and screaming at anything that moves. My relationship may or may not be over at this point... Bless Chris for being strong when I am losing it. I am so mean to him and I can't help it. I don't mean it and he knows it but I am telling you that I am truly mentally ill and marijuana is the ONLY thing in this world that will calm me down enough to even be reasonable and rational. I get manic, and when I get manic I cannot think straight. My brain is not my own and the words and actions that I express are vindictive to anyone and anything. I get severe panic attacks that make me physically ill. To give you an example... I changed my direct deposits from our joint bank account into my own account. I threatened to call child protective services on Chris and tell them he was a pedophile so that he could never have visitation with his twelve year old daughter again. I threw a kitten. He's ok. I broke things in raging anger.
My parents left with my kids after driving two hours to get them late this afternoon. My son called them last week crying while I was fighting with Chris. He's sixteen and he's seen this behavior come out of me far too much over the years. In a moment of clarity I had Chris call them and ask them please to come and take them for a few days. I just need a break.
The mania is still running strong right now. I have had relief twice thanks to a dear compassionate friend who invited me over and smoked joint after joint of high quality meds with me. It calms me down like no other medication could even touch. Case in point, one of the visits was on fathers day. On the way home from our friends house I felt so awesome that I asked Chris to pull over so I could give him a *ahem* proper fathers day present. Yeah, it makes that much of a difference when I smoke. When I wasn't high anymore, the bitch was back.
I'll be back strong when I get some money and get some meds. My friend is coming over soon to help me start my own grow room downstairs and I am stoked. His plants are just starting to bud and as I stood there looking at it my mouth was watering because I know that some of that harvest is gonna be mine!!!!! And he has offered to help me from start to finish so I never, ever, ever, ever have to go without meds again. Thank you so much S. Get this... S...The guy I just met who is helping me...our fathers were delivered by the same country doctor in my lil hometown of less than 500 people two hours away. His dad was delivered on a kitchen table, my dad probably was too.
God has a great sense of humor.
Peace
Thursday, June 4, 2009
It Still Belongs In the Box

So the church service I attend is contemporary. It's a come as you are service with a live band and a large screen with the words and moving graphics so there is no need for hymnals.They darken the room and jam for the first forty-five minutes every Sunday.
After this part is done, and the room is still darkened the Pastor stands from his seat in the fourth pew back. He begins with a prayer, and then two ushers take wireless microphones around and if you would like to publicly proclaim what is on your heart that morning you are more than welcome to express yourself. After that, Pastor holds a locked box which contains private prayers that are never looked at and are shredded directly after the service. We pray for what is in the box as well.
I am so thankful to God for allowing my state to legalize medical marijuana. I am so thankful that He has allowed me to obtain my card so easily.
God made marijuana. It is a plant in the ground designed by him.
So.... Would it be improper to thank God publicly in a contemporary service for helping us to live a pain free life legally?
I'm not trying to make this a political discussion by any means. I'm just afraid of being that middle aged coo-coo head that people talk about because I speak out about what I believe in. I mean, now that I'm legal does it make it right for me to just throw it into every day conversation just because I can? Uhh, no. Can you say uncomfortable? Although I'm seriously considering thanking the mail man in some kind way on the day he brings my card, and yes I will tell him why.
I just answered my own question, and wrote a title for this post. Yes, it still does belong in the locked box. Sorry God. But I really do not think that most people are not ready to openly discuss middle age moms using medical marijuana. Sadly, I don't think that even in a contemporary church service it would be welcomed. I kind of think afterwards I would be pulled aside and nicely asked to not be so open... At least for awhile. To be fair though, I couldn't get away with it at the PTA meetings either. They would never let me have anything to do with bake sales again!!
Tomorrow night is a city wide prayer event at our local events center. They are hoping for a very large turnout to pray for our city and of course anything and everything else. Let's see what gets thrown out there tomorrow, you never can tell!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Somewhere it's 4:20
Ha!
7:20 Michigan = 4:20 California.
That's fucking cool.
Thanks Chris for pointing this out. You rock.
Monday, June 1, 2009
And it was just that easy

I'm legal.
Just like that.
I told you I faxed in my paperwork Friday afternoon to the clinic in southfield and they called me tonight at 7:20 p.m. to make an appointment for me at their clinic. They asked how soon I wanted to come. Right now I made it for two weeks out because the cost is $200.00, however, if there is any way we can afford it sooner I am off!
I can not believe they called, and so quickly! Even after I made my appointment I asked the guy again if this meant I was approved. He laughed like he had heard this mixture of relief, disbelief, happiness, and ecstasy with just a little bit of good bud thrown in more than a few times.
How Rockin' of a fourth of July it would be to have my medical marijuana card in hand to celebrate!
I have waited for this day for twenty years.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
How did you get here?
I feel like a pioneer.
Medical marijuana was made legal for card carrying members in Michigan in April of this year. I remember signing a petition about ten years ago in a local head shop to try to get this petition on the ballot. I really thought I would never see it happen in my lifetime, yet just last Friday, I myself submitted my own paperwork to the clinic so that I can get my own medical marijuana card.
The compassion club meetings started a few months ago around here as well. We attended each and every meeting and I met some of the most awesome people I could ever hope to be friends with... Much less smoke a joint with. I also met people who truly depend on marijuana to live life on a daily basis. I realized I was not the only one. Wow. For the first time in my entire life I truly felt compassionate about a cause.
So I volunteered to be the secretary/treasurer of our local club. This blog is going to follow the changes in peoples lives as more and more basements become beautiful green sticky grow rooms, maybe even my own.
Stick around and tell me how you feel about this issue.