No pics this morning, although I am pulling the I.G. in about an hour I guess. This morning I'm gonna tell you a story I think. When I turned 11 I started to constantly complain about my stomach, always telling my mother it hurt, and was cramping. I was prescribed so many different opiates throughout my life, you wouldn't believe them all if i told you. Pills, patches, needles, sublingual, anal, you name it. Any way a doc could shove it in, they did, for years! It was the only explanation for a cure, 'Oh, you just need your dose raised.' Years of slowly raising the opiates, until one day I approached my pain specialist, and told him that I knew i was really addicted to this crap. He simply told me "I can't maintain an addict" and i was on my own. WTF!!!! I'm pretty sure his other patients are addicted too, I guess you're not suppose to admit truths to your doc, right? I just wanted to have a conversation with him, not a fallout. I wasn't blaming him, it's a chemical reaction within your body, not a choice either of us had made. Anyways, I quickly called my G.P. before i had left the parking lot of the other doctor. I have been seeing him for about the same amount of time, I've been complaining of stomach pain so he gave me a script to hold me out for a bit, and talked to my pain doc in the mean time. He got nowhere with the man, and doctors usually don't fight amongst themselves so that wasn't going anywhere. I didn't expect him to fix it all anyways, he just couldn't. It was up to me to come up with my own solution this time. I chose to start smoking myself retarded. Didn't quite get the job done, I was still sick as hell. My only option at this point was a Methadone clinic. I've been going to this clinic ever day since Jan 4, of this year. My mothers B-day BTW. I went in yesterday, and dropped my dose to 5mg. I won't tell you where i started, but it was a fuck tonne higher than that folks, a fuck tonne! Next week will be my last spent going to this place in the morning. All this has been possible by having been helped by people around RIU, and my loving family mostly. I was given everything i needed when Hamish came in my thread, and started talking OIL!! It truly has been the BHO that has gotten me through to this point. Helping me re-wire my mind in a way that doesn't depend on the opiates.
I'll tell more of this story as my hands warm up today, they're a little stiff right now, sorry. One thing I do want to write though, is THANK YOU! to everyone who has helped me take a very frightening journey. I never thought for a moment I could have a life without the pills, and now I do. I've even gained weight tapering off the opiates, almost 32lbs now. All thanks to the oil, and organic flowers I have now. I seriously think anyone can do this if i was able, no secrets, just cannabis!
I'm going to go harvest my Iced Grapefruit now. Gotta keep the meds comin in for at least one more week. I'll grow till i die though, no worries there.
Have a blessed day folks. Peace & Love.
