Just an absolutely gorgeous day in the mid 70’s today. Spent a lot of time doing things around the house, and a significant amount of time exploring. Found a fruit shack that sold all sorts of citrus and stuff, and I had a delightful hand squozed limeade and picked up some Meyer lemons. Also got a cheap haircut and beard trim, so I look just a skosh less mountain man/wanted sign and now look like a very respectable recently paroled January 6th defendant.
Was going to make a dinner tonight but we are both pooped and going to do leftovers. I’m gonna make chicken stuff with cheese and broccoli with some green beans for dinner tomorrow because I need to use up this broccoli and have cheese and chicken and panko. I saved the ends of the loaves of bread I made and tomorrow am going to make french toast with an apple compote with some of the bushel of apples I hauled cross country. So that means I do not have to leave the house at all tomorrow and it is supposed to rain, so I think we are just going to stay in and do some things around the house and watch a movie or two. FWIW- Joelle absolutely loved Anatomy of a Fall. I did not watch, having recently been snookered into watching Saltburn and Midsommar at her urging, and the circle of trust regarding movie selections needs some time to repair.
Oh, yeah- a bunch of you were asking about why I went to the dispensary. Not sure if you all remember but last November and December in the span of a few weeks Lily died, Tammy died, my dad broke his other hip and then got covid in the hospital, and then I got covid and the flu at the same time. I was basically at my breaking point when I went to Florida to dogsit. And I can not restate this enough- I was one minor crisis away from going Leaving Las Vegas last year. So while I was decompressing alone in Florida, I decided that this shit is not working and I needed to change some things.
Long, long, time readers will remember the anxiety attacks and depression from 2007-2009, at which point I went on antidepressants. And I had been on them, never missing a dose, since. And yet here I am, at rock fucking bottom. So I decided to make some changes. I didn’t tell my doctor, but I immediately started titrating myself off the Celexa. I shouldn’t have been on it that long anyway. After getting down to 20mg a day instead of 40, I told my doctor, and at my own pace have weened myself off them.
At this point last year I was on 40mg a day, now I am on 5, and going off when these run out in 12 days. Will be a major relief for a lot of reasons, but most of all because the 10mg pills are super tiny and it is a total pain in the fucking ass using a pill cutter on them to get to 5 mg. I will also add that one side effect of no longer being on celexa is being able to feel my genitals again. That comes in handy.
I’ve also changed how I eat and lost about 20 lbs. and am getting more exercise and looking to shed another 40 this year. Together, along with obviously being happier with Joelle than I have been in a long time (if ever), I am feeling pretty good.
Having said that, I still have a lot of aches and pains. My shoulders are a source of chronic pain, especially the right one from the Lily incident, and my fingers and knees always hurt and I have carpal tunnel in my left wrist. So at some point in September, driving home dinner, I saw a dispensary near Wheeling for Medical Marijuana, which just became a thing in WV, so I popped in to talk to them. Had a visit with a doctor a couple of weeks later, waited a month, and got a medical card.
I was actually super nervous the first time I went in. I have not really smoked marijuana in decades, and the couple of times I tried it were back when I was drinking, and it was just a horrible experience- super paranoid, anxious, really down on myself, etc.
But I spent a while talking to the employees, all of whom are into weed like super nerdy dudes in the late 90’s were all into craft beer and what not. Satvia, hybrid, indica, resin, keef, cartridges, terpines and on and on. And I explained to them that I’m not really looking to get high, what I want is something for pain relief and anxiety, and I’d like to microdose basically. And he knew exactly what I wanted- these little pills that are 2.5 mg of thc, 2.5 mg of cbd, and 2.5 mg of something else. And according to him (I can verify none of the science), the dose is so low and that the cbd binds to the receptors that get you high so the thc can’t, and that it will just make everything smoother and calmer.
And he was right. So I take one every morning and I take one every night before bed, I have not taken ibuprofen or tylenol or any other nsaids, they don’t get me high, and they just make me calmer. I don’t know how to describe it other than to say that is the difference is like eating food that has been seasoned and food that has some salt on it. The food with salt is better, always. One of the very noticeable effects for me is a slight increase in visual acuity.
I don’t care for any of the cartridges or other stuff- I tried cartridges and it is very easy with them to get a very tiny hit, which is nice, but it is vaping and who knows what hell that is causing your lungs. Plus they all seem to be flavored with these noxious flavors- razzleberry blast or some other bullshit. I buy these ten mg edibles that are chocolate tabs, and I break them into quarters sometimes, and those are very smooth and relaxing. And flower (what we used to call bud) is so highly specialized with all these different terpines and strains- like super rabbit holes if you want to lose hours googling. Like everything else, it has become both better and more complicated.
Overall, it’s been great. And it is so cheap. Forty of the microdoses are only about 20 bucks, and you add in the loyalty points and veterans discount, and a month supply is about 25 bucks. Cheaper than antidepressants and advil. I didn’t want to talk about it because who knows what kind of stigma is still associated with it when it comes to employment, and it looked like I was going to be on the job market, but yeah, it’s really changed things for me. My head is less racey, I’m calmer and more focused, my shoulders do not hurt as much and I am not waking up in the middle of the night with a frozen shoulder, and so on. Just a win all the way around.
I wish I could get my dad to try them, but he is worried he will get too dizzy.
The other thing I have noticed, at least at my place in Wheeling, is that almost every single license plate is a veteran, a firefighter, or a retired miner plate. I often wonder how many of them are still around just because of this.




