Random Happenings

Well we had our second compassion club meeting and it went just about perfect. I managed to snag an awesome guy from the MMMA board of directors and even though he showed up late he stepped right in and made the meeting shine. We had over thirty people in attendance and the next meeting is already scheduled. After the meeting was over I got some more white widow from the same guy. I'm regretfully finishing the bag soon as this was much, much better smoke. I don't know what was different but this did not make me evil like the last bag. This guy went to Oregon for most of the month, and his son tended and harvested some of the crop so maybe that made a difference. I don't know. What I do know is that we need to seriously get something growing. Christmas is my goal to harvest and we need the money for the holidays as well. I also know that the way I have been feeling the last couple of days is the way I could be feeling every single day for the rest of my life. Finally good meds that I can grow myself. Time to get in gear. Talk to you soon.

Busy

Sunday morning again...how are you doing? I've got my coffee and my joint as usual, although today they are combined. I bumped my coffee onto my desk and my joint. I love my wake and back with my coffee more than any time of the day. So much has gone on in the last two weeks! The compassion club meeting is still a go, and I really need to make it shine. I managed to snag the elusive Brad, a director with the MMMA to come to my meeting and help. Great impact to have him present. I've got my agenda started...however a phone call from another board member last night reminded me that time is short. He has another cookout/business meeting planned for today so maybe I'll head out there. Last time there was a huge hookah there that I enjoyed immensely. Our home grow room is not progressing so well. We just can't come up with the extra five or six hundred dollars we need to start. I think that Chris is even more bummed than I am. He sits and watches all these youtube videos of how to grow these huge sticky buds, then he goes down into the basement and just stares. We have got to get this going soon though if I'm going to have my Christmas tree bud. That's my wish, to wake up Christmas morning, go downstairs and open the door to my present. I have more great news. I mentioned that I had recconnected with an old friend up North and that she was not well. I needed to take my daughter to my parents house last weekend. I forgot that cell phone service is hit and miss up there, but I was determined to give my friend Chris ( yes, another Chris) a hug. I knew what street she lived on, and a description of the house. So I made a guess, pulled in and had a wonderful visit. I missed her so much! Truly one of my good, good friends in my life. The best part of the news...She was my first patient that I assisted in getting their medical marijuana card. She had no idea what a compassion club was, or that out of the whole Northeast area one met literally one street over from her house on a monthly basis. I happened to know who the person running this club was, so I shot him off and email and asked how he could help. Ironically the same day he offered his help and mentioned a clinic where Chris could fax her information instead of traveling to the clinic along with a person of contact, I also received an email from an ad I had placed on craigslist. It was the same person of contact from the same clinic offering her her assistance. The emails came within hours of each other. That's how our friendship has always been, a little too ironic. This is how it's supposed to work. Compassion clubs working together for the good of the patient. I'm still busy with the community garden as well. Board meetings, walking the neighborhood looking for property. I'm really enjoying this project and I'm looking forward to forming my non profit as well. Oh my gosh, I almost forgot. I got engaged! Chris got down on one knee in the Kitchen and formally proposed. No ring. I want a grow room!

White Widow...Check

Good Morning. I'm sitting here on Sunday morning before church with my ever present cup of steaming sugar laden coffee and a joint of the illusive white widow weed I had wished for so bad. Ya know, it gets me really high, but it also makes me feel not so, ummm...Right. I'm really hoping that it's a fluke. That the stress of my life is overtaking my ability to relax, even with meds. I really don't have an answer yet. A lot of give and take has gone on in the area as far as compassion clubs. The guy running the club down the road with the smoke room finally got his ass handed to him big time. Inspectors and city councils didn't quite agree with his vision. I guess I should have remembered my own motto "You do it to yourself". Yes. This person had gotten under my skin in a huge way. He was a great cause of my stress. So with this news I gave a little. Well, a lot. John, a person I swore to never work with again, is now my partner in the compassion club he started. I backed off, took his name and we now have Greg back as our third and they have both agreed to let me take the lead. We all sat around the campfire medicating a few days ago. It was good. Swampy, who was our fourth is sick. He has fluid in his lungs and apparently he cannot medicate any more because coughing makes his back hurt. A close to home reminder that this is why we are here. To help the sick and dying with their pain, it just hurts when it's one of your own. My own health. Not so good. I still can't find a physician. I ended up in the emergency room again with sever pain in my back. I won't go any further than to tell you that the physician I saw heard the words chronic pain and refused to listen any further. He responded by telling me that he had migraines, and did I know how many times he had been to the ER with his migraines? well, no I didn't, nor at that moment did I give a crap. He condesendingly told me none, and told me that I should not be their either. He did run tests to appease me. Then he gave me a prescription for over the counter motrin. Yeah. Fuck you and your hospital for lying to me and telling me you no longer could prescribe narcotic medicine for pain. So on we go. Today I am going to a BBQ to meet some business people from around the state who can help our club prosper. I also have some awesome news. I googled and located and old friend of mine. She was the first person who taught me the internet and let me come over and use her computer way back in 1998. We would sit and smoke pot and giggle for hours. I love her so much that when she fell very ill, I signed her living will. She lives with, and is now married!!!!!!! to a wonderful man who takes very good care of her. In her message back she says she is now confined to a hospital bed. I'll keep you posted. Just one more thing. I made a presentation to the board of directors at the church donating the land for my community garden vision. I think it's a go! I named it the solace community garden. It's 40'X 50' and it's all mine. Peace