So I'm trying my hardest to be off of narcotics forever, but I'm not quite there yet. I believe taking narcotics for 30 years has added enough toxins to my body. I'm only 44.
The good news is that this PureHealthyBack.com place has shown some flashes of pain-free (enough) days. However, 2 hours of weights & 2 hours of Yoga per week plus stretching everyday has made me super soar. I'm cramping up ... couldn't sit through my kids choir concert.
My narcotic intake has gone from 6 Percosets a day to less than 2 Vicodin per day. I take a pill called Simpson Oil with some THC in it, but enough CBD that I don't feel one bit high on them.
The bad news is that when I have flare ups like I'm having now, smoking a few puffs of a one toker pipe does wonders in giving me a 60 minute break from my pain.
The really bad news is that my wife is having zero compassion about it. My kid, 13 yr old girl, is frightened of "drugs" based on a month's worth of a health class in middle school bestowing the evils of all drugs, including marijuana.
In the last year, the smell of marijuana was undetectable all but 3 days. Yesterday was one of the days, but it was because my wife asked me to get rid of my breakthrough pain / Kief pill. I brought the jar up from the basement and out it in my car to take it to give it back to my caregiver.
My wife smelled it and started screaming at me in front of my daughter while I was in bed at 9 because I'm in the middle of a contentious Union-Mgt mediation.
Why can't they be a "little" understanding? It is an evil and taboo subject with them ... undiscussable.
I need them to have some compassion and at least be open to evolving their beliefs.
Right now - not happening.
Good Lord! I've said a lot - thank you for being here.