Confession: I’m a Pot Head Now
…and Apparently an Acrobat Too.
I never expected to write this blog. Mainly because, I’m extremely anti-drug. Those who REALLY know me -know this is true about me. And if you don’t know now you know…

Quick sidebar:
Back in 2012, I had a brain aneurysm rupture which left me with no peripheral vision, short term memory loss, major depression and a host of other cognitive impairments.
These impairments deemed me disabled and I have been on Social Security Disability since 2016.
When I was released from the hospital after twenty nine days of being in the neurological intensive care unit, I was sent home with at least ten prescriptions.
So imagine the girl who wouldn’t take an aspirin for a headache now having to take pills to thin her blood, stop seizures, control her emotions, and manage her pain. 😐
Exactly.
I literally had to schedule my pills and set an alarm, I gained about forty pounds and for all intents and purposes became a miserable , compliant zombie.
Not for nothin, I believe some people liked me compliant and too damn tired to stand up for myself. 🙄
I was in fact numb.
I saw the beautiful, creative being I once was becoming muted, -grey even; but I was in so much pain with the daily migraines, I didn’t care.
So one day when my daughter called and asked me what prescriptions I was taking, and suggested that I try medicinal marijuana, I initially rolled my eyes and recalled my feeble attempts to smoke weed in my past.
I remembered I hated the feeling and wondered why people enjoyed not being in control of their own bodies and emotions, so again, I initially said no.
But then I was kinda sorta seeing a guy, (Hi John) and when he would come see me he would bring his stash over and smoke.
I never minded if other people smoked weed around me, I just knew it wasn’t for me.
Until the day John came over and mid way through his visit I felt a migraine coming on. Apparently the pain was all over my face, and that seemed to concern him. He took a hit of his blunt and then passed it to me.
I was like

But John was fine 🤣 I mean drop ,dead sexy fine and I was in pain so when he said to “trust him” …
I took a small hit off the blunt ,and I shit you not people, my headache INSTANTLY went away.
I was amazed!!!
And happy!!!
I was happy and giggly for the first time since my rupture, and immediately after John left I started looking into how to get off of all of these damn pills.
I then spoke to my primary care physician, about the transition and in a few keystrokes and a couple of weeks, I was at my local dispensary.
It wasn’t a perfect fit initially, and expensive af.
But that’s how the pharmaceutical companies get you hooked on pills though. If you have insurance it’s cheap. 🤷🏻♀️At one time I was prescribed Vicodin. I believe a ninety day supply cost me $15 with my insurance, but I still felt like shit.
My medicinal marijuana WORKS but unfortunately it can cost me upwards of $400 to $500 a month if I use it the way I’m supposed to. But I never do, because did I mention I’m on a fixed income?
This is where the acrobatics come in. I learned how to “micro dose “ and conserve, but more often than not, I’d run out. Then my dumb ass had the audacity to relocate without checking my new state’s rules and timeframes for processing their medicinal marijuana cards.
And it didn’t help that my new state’s data base was hacked ,and because of that the processing of the cards is taking longer 🙄.
So I’m literally emailing supervisors , pulling coattails and jumping through hoops just to feel better and I will eventually.
It just pisses me off that if I wanted to get Xanax or Oxy, all I’d have to do is call my doctor and she’d call my pharmacy and I could be popping pills with my dinner tomorrow.
But I’m going to be patient, and hopefully soon enough, I will be able to enjoy everything my new state’s dispensary has to offer.
They have soooo many different strains of weed here, I honestly don’t know what to get 🤣. And they DELIVER 😱.
So my next blog, hopefully, will be a review 🤣 of what I got, but until then , y’all know what to do…
✌🏼💜💨
Peace, Love, Exhale
About the Creator
Majique MiMi
You can call me MiMi. I’m a Brain Aneurysm & Stroke Survivor & Former English Professor. I write to stay sane, and to keep gratitude in my Spirit & Praises in my mouth.
Check out my series starting with Hood Ornaments


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