I'm playing in the threads, happily being social with the gang, and the message comes through the phone from the daughter
"Can I come over?"
She lives next door to me and prefers to come over here to use her vaporizer during the days. We sit and visit, and her partner is spared the vapors, which he claims he doesn't care for the smell of, but I suspect it has more to do with his fear of second-hand smoke and the off-chance that he'd be randomly drug-tested at work. No amount of persuasion on our part has been able to get him to release this unfounded fear.
Of course, I sent back a speedy reply, inviting her to join me.
I continued on with my posting, hearing her come through the balcony door. Then this plaintive voice from the doorway pleads
"Do you have anything to help me?"
I turned to find my baby standing nearby, holding her head in pain, tears streaming down her face. WTH???
She takes Effexor for anxiety and depression. She has little tolerance for psych meds, so it's the smallest dose they could keep her on, because when you start this medication you can't stop it.
Miss a dose and you get a debilitating combination of vertigo and painful seizures. Last night she missed her first dose in three years. She'd had this reaction at that time and determined to avoid a reaccurance.
After holding her in my arms briefly - is there anything more consoling than a mother's arms? - I asked if she'd had any cannabis yet. She shook her head and informed me that it felt like her brain was trying to rip itself out of her head. I grabbed her vaporizer and loaded it up with Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies, which I believe to be in the mid 20s in THC value, the highest level in my current arsenal.
She gingerly took a seat in the recliner and took the vaporizer, which I set at 385 degrees F to bypass the terpene flush and get straight to the major cannabinoids. After two inhallations you could see the relief rising. Three inhallations, and less than five minutes after she began dosing she nearly cried at the total relief the cannabis offered.
Then began the confusion as to why this plant would be thought to be dangerous. She's had a fear all along that dropping the psyche meds wouldn't be possible, with only cannabis to keep her going. She no longer fears this, and plans to ask her psychiatrist at the next visit about weaning her off those meds and letting her use cannabis only. We'll need their oversight to get away from the dangerous pharma drugs.
As her mother it hurts my heart to watch her suffer like this, and it makes me mad as hell that this safe and oh-so-effective medication is illegal almost everywhere on this planet and tightly controlled where it is legal.
This madness needs to stop. Seriously. Just stop it altogether and get the hell out of the way while we take our lives and economies back.