KweenPita
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I have been offered higher doses for years because along with Fibromyalgia, I have Degenerative Disc in my Cervical area, Lumbar, and Sacral (sp), and as I tell my Doctors my "wiggle" hurts, if I tuck my butt, what little I have it relieves the pain, but when I sashay my wiggle hurts like hell.
I only take Norco 7.5, and then only if I am going out and with a lidaderm patch on my wiggle which helps me fake it till I make it. No long walks, no long stairs, plenty of breaks. I had epidural injections to all three areas 3 times a year for about 10 years but they stopped working.
I am the CBD oil Queen and it helps everything just about but the spine, the worst spasms and my hands continue to have nerve pain and weaken. No more chopping carrots. GA, my home state tabled expanding their medical marijuana condition expansion in the State Senate yesterday, so I emailed my State Senator, and told him my history, Community Work, health decline, drugs being useless, etc.
But told him he was gagging on a marijuana gnat while swallowing an opiate camel for treating chronic pain. He replied back today and agreed with me.
So the CDC news helps my vendetta, I mean campaign. I am going to email every Senator and Representative. Especially hard hit my Conservative, Christian Buddies because I speak their language being a retired pastor's wife for 25 years.
Like I told the Conservative Senator "this is not a morality or sin issue it's a medical issue". I could translate the Bible in Hebrew and Greek, outspoken, Yankee, couldn't play the piano, (I was asked that at every pastoral interview), a "social worker" and was not what the Bible Belt expected me to be. My husband's first position was Youth Pastor, helping start a Mission church. This one Deacon felt all women should be submissive to men.
Our Senior Pastor used to like to "get me going". So he would get this Deacon near me and start a conversation that would make my hair curl even tighter, knowing I would jump in.
Finally one time I had it and said "Your problem is I don't have a penis therefore I must not be knowledgeable. So I am going to get me a little penis to put in my pocket just for you and whip it out when I make a point". My Pastor and everyone around me lost it. My penis speech went down in infamy and the Deacon was respectful, I think he was afraid I had a penis in my pocket. I was 28, and have since learned to be more tactful and diplomatic.
I only take Norco 7.5, and then only if I am going out and with a lidaderm patch on my wiggle which helps me fake it till I make it. No long walks, no long stairs, plenty of breaks. I had epidural injections to all three areas 3 times a year for about 10 years but they stopped working.
I am the CBD oil Queen and it helps everything just about but the spine, the worst spasms and my hands continue to have nerve pain and weaken. No more chopping carrots. GA, my home state tabled expanding their medical marijuana condition expansion in the State Senate yesterday, so I emailed my State Senator, and told him my history, Community Work, health decline, drugs being useless, etc.
But told him he was gagging on a marijuana gnat while swallowing an opiate camel for treating chronic pain. He replied back today and agreed with me.
So the CDC news helps my vendetta, I mean campaign. I am going to email every Senator and Representative. Especially hard hit my Conservative, Christian Buddies because I speak their language being a retired pastor's wife for 25 years.
Like I told the Conservative Senator "this is not a morality or sin issue it's a medical issue". I could translate the Bible in Hebrew and Greek, outspoken, Yankee, couldn't play the piano, (I was asked that at every pastoral interview), a "social worker" and was not what the Bible Belt expected me to be. My husband's first position was Youth Pastor, helping start a Mission church. This one Deacon felt all women should be submissive to men.
Our Senior Pastor used to like to "get me going". So he would get this Deacon near me and start a conversation that would make my hair curl even tighter, knowing I would jump in.
Finally one time I had it and said "Your problem is I don't have a penis therefore I must not be knowledgeable. So I am going to get me a little penis to put in my pocket just for you and whip it out when I make a point". My Pastor and everyone around me lost it. My penis speech went down in infamy and the Deacon was respectful, I think he was afraid I had a penis in my pocket. I was 28, and have since learned to be more tactful and diplomatic.
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