On July 14th, two weeks and a day before my 53rd birthday, something beyond amazing happened. So amazing, in fact, that I didn’t want to immediately shout from the rooftops in case it was a fluke temporary kind of thing. However, now I think it’s safe to say…
Needless to say, there’s a bit of a story behind it… 😊
Last time I posted about my ridiculous health issues was at the end of June. At that point, after a myriad of visits to all manner of practitioners, my rheumatologist determined I had Essential Tremors, Fibromyalgia, and Osteoarthritis in at least two spots in my spine (there were a few other things, but those were the biggies).
The second week of July, I met with my primary care, and we decided to go ahead with the recommendations of physical therapy, cognitive behavioral therapy, and chiropractic, as well as continuing with my CBD oil vaping and sublingual drops (which I never did end up doing a post about… oopsies). My PC also said I was an excellent candidate for medical marijuana, but in order to apply for it, I’d have to transfer to a different practitioner. She gave me the name, and I decided to investigate a bit before making any commitment.
Turns out, it’s about $225 for the initial consult (not covered by insurance) and follow up visits run about $125. With the $50 application fee, that makes it $400 out-of-pocket – and that’s even before going to the dispensary!
Now, for the miracle part. For reasons that may or may not be obvious, I’m not going to go into a ton of detail, but the gist of it is – someone we’ve known for some time, who has seen how much I’ve been struggling, offered up a one-off opportunity to try a marijuana edible. They told hubby and I that the most they’d taken at one time was a quarter piece, and that amount went way past dulling the pain into Stonelandia. After some discussion, we decided to try a one-eighth sized piece for me.
I took it at 5:15pm.
By six, I was disappointed that it hadn’t had much effect.
By eight, I told hubby he might need to take me to the ER for the overdose I thought I was having.
It is the most drugged I’ve been in my life. My brain felt like it was pulsing, my vision was wonky, and voices sounded bizarre. At one point I laid down in our room, and tried to sleep it off, but I was having bed spins without the dizziness (if that makes sense). I remember focusing on a spot on the wall and chanting to myself, “It’s just a brain reset. Everything will be okay tomorrow. It’s just a brain reset. Everything will be okay tomorrow, It’s just…”
The next morning when I woke up, I still felt a bit buzzed, but better. I wasn’t having any tremors, and the pain was at an all time low of 3 (on that stupid 1 to 10 scale the docs are always asking about). I figured I still had a fair amount of TCH in my system, and decided I’d enjoy the quietness of my body while it lasted.
In the week that followed, I took a few ibuprofen, and a couple Excedrin, and that’s it. No vaping, no more edible, no CBD oil of any kind.
Still no shaking.
My body was perfectly still.
My mind, however, continues to go at about a million miles an hour…
So here I am, sixteen days later, and I feel human again. Hubby (@jamesyork) and I went out to breakfast again with our Steemian friends Sheila (@swedegis) and Roger (@rwedegis) – we first met up with them on May 24th, so they got to see me on a medium-bad shake day, and how I looked after my miracle.
Yep, that word keeps coming up.
Now, to put it in some perspective, it’s not like I suddenly have the body of a twenty year old again. I’m still having occasional full body fibro pain, and I’ll still need PT for my back (for example, I woke up at 4:30am this morning because I had so much pain from the waist down). But somehow, all the other issues seem to pale in comparison now that my spasmodic body is still.
Oh, and on another plus side, I’ve now lost at least 15 lbs (1 stone) in the past six weeks, and I’m on track to continue losing. I’m doing 15 minutes of stepping (literally, just stepping up and down a step in the house) each day, and this week I’m hoping to push it up to 20.
And as each day goes by, and there’s no sign the ET are coming back, all I can think is…
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