Okay. I have my Medical Document Authorizing the Use blah, blah, blah…and Access, blah, blah, blah… Medicinal Purposes. In short, I am doing this legally. And I have 4 capsules otherwise known as Halley’s (or Hailey’s) Comet. A blend especially suited for people with depression and anxiety who still want to function come morning. I took a capsule at 4:00. It’s 5:18 and I’m not noticing anything. The bonus for this strain (is it called a strain?) is it is also for pain. So I have decided against the Tramadol/Tramacet. And I am going to wait 2 weeks to do the small change made to my antidepressant because I want to know what exactly is related to the cannabis and what is not.
These are my new gardening clogs. They have chickens on them! I was being silly and ridiculous and paid way to much for them but I have to say, I was outside this afternoon planting bulbs (not 1000, E.C. You put me to shame.) and it had just had poured rain. They rest of me was soaked but my feet were warm and dry. They grip really well too. Something I need. Mark my words. I am a klutz. I would bet money that my eventual demise will be because I fell and broke my hip. Not now. It will be many years from now when I am old and brittle. Snap-pow! Broken hip. Pneumonia. Dead.
So another thing. One client I go to needs almost no help at all so we pretty much just sit and visit for 2 hours when I go there once a week. It’s awesome. My visit to her is one of the only times in my week that I can sit. Our conversation this afternoon was about her deceased husband whom she loved until the ends of the earth. Now I am thinking, little old 94 year old woman, met her husband when she was 15, got married when she was 18 and lived happily ever after. Ummmm. No. Not even close. Her story consists of several boyfriends before she met and married her husband at 25. (She had been married before at 18 when the war started but the marriage didn’t last.) I have no idea how we got to the topic of her virginity but she told me in an almost “Duh?” tone that she was by no means a virgin on her wedding night. “Oh, no! I had lots of boyfriends. I wasn’t a virgin!” (duh?) It was so funny all I could do is laugh. This woman is every aspect of an old grandmother. She’s about 4 1/2 feet tall. She pudders around with a walker. She drinks tea. She’s British! A very proper little old English woman. Yeah, don’t let the disguise fool you. The other part of the story was when she married husband 2 at 25 she told him, (get this!) I’m giving you a year. If I’m not happy I’m leaving. As it turns out she got pregnant and stayed and ended up loving her husband. So it all worked out.