Testing the limits in an amibiguous age....

if this was lj, n ah could make certain posts "friends-only", this would be one.

So, because ah have chronic pain in my right hand/arm/shoulder which is documented by a previous specialist, ahm eligible fer that mystickal "medicinal cannabis", which if you've done any sort of real reading here, you'd prolly figured out by now.

Medical marijuana is a wonderful thing. It puts the production, distribution, and use of marijuana solely in professional and discrete adults. While nawt as good as complete legalization, California has made wonderful strides towards regulating (and even seeing a profit) off of a much-sought after plant that grows naturally and abundantly in this country.

Tha only downside is that because this is still illegal, there's no guarantee on what yer getting. Yes, every strain has its own name and the distributors know what strand it was (and sometimes how it was grown), there's still a lawt of flexibility (altho tha phrase "you git what you pay fer" is about 85% accurate). Most specifically, ah find this in tha case of tha edibles.

Ah bought edibles from two people at tha Wondahs of Cannabis Festival, a bunch of them from a vendor n a two brownies from a local. Tha vendor's stuff didn't dae that much for me, whereas one of tha locals brownies really messed me up. At one of my favorite dispensaries, the edibles pack somewhat of a small punch, depending on freshness.

Most recently, ahve indulged in some olive oil that was quite costly. Tha label warns to "GRADUALLY add more to reach desired potency," but gives no starting point.

Ah just recently used it ta cook up a potato medley from trader joes. Ahm about ta answer tha question "What does a tablespoon of pot-olive-oil dae ta one person in a single dose?" Attention Science: Ah will answer this fer ya soon, you ken git back to tha big stuff like cancer and tha ozone. It's tha least ah ken dae.

FYI, if antyhang in this blog is evah deemed "special," thars a 80% chance ah mean THIS kinda special.