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

Approved

YES! Yesterday was the day. Chris and I went to the THCF clinic and I got my physicians signature and I am now legal to possess, use and cultivate medical marijuana. I cried. I'll admit it. It was so easy to go through the process. First you go in and the office is decor is to die for! They have huge vividly colored prints on the walls, all close up's of various strains of buds. Of course my phone died as soon as we got there but we got some great shots on Chris' phone and as soon as we figure out how to get them on here I will post pics. They take you to a room and ask you to fill out some paperwork, then you go into a side room and start to watch a video telling you about growing, using and protecting yourself from law enforcement. I was called in to the next office after about five minutes. This next guy was cool. He told us his name and we instantly clicked. He explained that he was going on a radio show this week and that he would be part of the traveling clinic coming to Flint and Saginaw later in the month so we made plans to advertise for him in this area to find patients. Then we went into see the a nurse and my vitals were taken. She was really nice. My blood pressure was good she put the stethescope up to my back and told me to take a deep breath and as soon as I took a breath I started to cough. I was so congested from smoking so much crap weed lately. She asked me how much I smoked, and I of course asked her of what? she laughed and said tobacco, I smiled and said sorry. No. I really don't smoke cigarettes. In the end we agreed to put down half a pack of tobacco a day and she highly reccommended that we invest in a vaporizor because this would allow for 95% use of the medicine along with no congestion. Then we went into the physician. He asked about my pain and we chatted for a few minutes. I really held my breath right up until the second he signed his name at the bottom of the form. Once we were done he wished us luck and handed me my chart. APPROVED!! I made it to the front desk again, took a few more pics and we went to thank the front desk guy one more time. That's when I lost it. I started crying because this was such a relief and I was truly thankful. He smiled and gave me the biggest hug ever. I came home and celebrated with my doors wide open. This morning my coffee was the best because I could medicate with my windows wide open and I was safe and protected. Anyway thanks for sharing in one of the best days of my life. It was so stressful that I slept like a log last night. Nice to have some peace in my life. I have meetings to plan and patients to find. Things are falling into place.

I'm Off....

Today's the day. I'm off to get my doctors signature at the THCF clinic. I'll be legal in a matter of hours! I have waited my whole life for this day.

White Widow

FROM THIS TO THIS ..... IN UNDER A MINUTE I forgot to tell you. I posted a pic a while back of the white widow, and the guy I visited last week is growing a few white widow plants which are just beginning to bud. They are sweet. He told me I am so getting some of it when it's ready. I get a clone too. Giggity !!

Breathe

Things are better now. Without meds I just can not function and it shows. I could have cared less about this blog or my cause. It's almost harvest time here in Michigan. I've seen a few grow rooms and all I can say is wow! I hope that my own grow room looks that impressive a year from now. I'm trying to put our compassion club back together with the core three of us that started it. I visited with G the other day and he agrees that J has no place in our organization. I don't think S will have too many objections. I am going to go ahead and put together an agenda that I think will work for everyone and present it within the next month. Tomorrow I go and see the doctor about getting my card! I am so excited but I won't breathe until we're in the parking lot tomorrow. I just cannot believe that it's finally my turn after all these years. Wish me luck!! Chris and I have been seriously discussing (again) where we want to take this business. We know we want to grow, but that won't be enough. Chris is talking about starting a service to help the homebound by going to their house and helping them fill out and mail or fax their paperwork. He also wants to help them by taking them to their physician, or to the THCF clinic to get their paperwork signed. Some people still need help and we want to help them. Myself. I'm starting to narrow my cause. I am talking to people and getting information as to how to get mental illness added as a qualifying condition in Michigan for the use of meds. Wish me luck here too. Lots to do today. My daughter goes on a week long mission starting this afternoon. A group of teenagers will be ministering to the homeless of our city of Saginaw for the next week while living at the church completely unplugged from all electronics. I am so proud of Her. She is an angel from God with a beautiful heart. I have to go and buy my share of the groceries to feed these teen animals. Have to laugh when I was looking at how much meat was needed to feed twenty people someone pointed out that if you are buying for teenagers, you might as well double everything because they can eat! How true is that? Yeah, I added a few extra of everything to my list after that. I do love shopping. See ya later!!