Sunday, August 2, 2009

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

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