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Broken Back Blues: Hope and a call for prayer for Gramma Maggic 420

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Broken Back Blues: a call for prayer for Gramma Maggic 420

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Gramma Maggic 420

A frequent guest writer for Kiefair.com recently fell off a tall ladder and broke her back. What follows are her posts in chronological order. There is an amazing tale of cannabis and its effectiveness for pain here.

it is an amazing testimony to the power of prayer and the plant when you read it from beginning to end… I’ve taken Gramma Maggic 420′s facebook posts in the reverse chronological order and put them in chronological order from the time Maggie fell.

I took a bad fall from the attic onto my back . I am in bad pain waiting on the ct scan on my lower back. — with Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
Finally got ct results back. NO SPINAL OR BONE INJURIES after falling 10 feet off of a ladder.
Thank you all for your prayers. I thank Heavenly Father for keeping me safe in His care.
Spams in my back are still level 9.5….and I could really use some 420…but I WILL HEAL 
 — feeling blessed with Margaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.

 

Admitted to hospital after 10 ft fall to control spasms & start rehab.I received a Priesthood blessing before parametics transported me to the hospital.NO SPINAL OR BONE INJURIES after falling 10 feet off of a ladder.Thank you all for your prayers. I thank Heavenly Father for keeping me safe in His care.
Spams in my back are still level 9.5….and I could really use some 420…but I WILL HEAL  — with Margaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

Okay….the worst part about being in the hospital after the fall actually isn’t the pain anymore.
It is being a newlywed and being away from my hubby all night for the first time since our wedding.
Miss you, Keith!
Back is getting somewhat better….able to walk to bathroom with walker and help with only a 8.5 increase in pain instead of a 10!
Hopeful that means after a bit more rest that I can go home! (Staying downstairs for a bit….just sayin!
I pray for everyone to invite Jesus Christ and His Love and Lighte into their lives….He sure saved my life today! — feeling lonely with Maggie Floyd andKeith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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Gettin dozey again. Emotionally and physically drained.
Very grateful to my Lord in Heaven for the restored Priesthood & all of it’s blessings!
Praying that each and every one is surrounded by the love and lighte of Jesus Christ tonight and always.
I sure appreciate everyone and their prayers to Heavenly Father on my behalf!!!
He has listened & granted me blessings beyond belief!!!
 — feeling tired withMaggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
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If you wish to catch some of Maggie Floyd‘s writing please visit:http://kiefair.com/more-writers/gramma-maggic-420s-tales/
Please pray for Margaret Ellen Floyd aka Maggie Floyd (slighte) aka Gramma Magicc 420 a frequent guest writer on http://kiefair.com/ and the editor of my next book “bogart my art”. She fell from a tall ladder and seriously injured her back. I understand she is in need of cannabis cure oil or raw materials to produce it. Anyone in washington state who could give an assist would be greatly appreciated for their efforts.
they are keeping her in the hospital overnight… sounds pretty serious to me.someone else was willing to speak up for me just yesterday and i had my needs filled. the least i can do is ask for someone else in as great or greater need than my own.
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Please pray for Margaret Ellen Floyd aka Maggie Floyd (slighte) aka Gramma Magicc 420 a frequent guest writer on http://kiefair.com/ and the editor of my next book “bogart my art”. She fell from a tall ladder and seriously injured her back. I understand she is in need of cannabis cure oil or raw materials to produce it. Anyone in washington state who could give an assist would be greatly appreciated for their efforts.
they are keeping her in the hospital overnight… sounds pretty serious to me.
someone else was willing to speak up for me just yesterday and i had my needs filled. the least i can do is ask for someone else in as great or greater need than my own.
I apologize for my earlier post and mood.
Waking up in pain in the hospital being put on opioid pain medication I didn’t ever want to be on again in my life.
This accident and injury has been humbling to say the least. I really do appreciate all of the prayers and help.All of you are wonderful and amazing. I am blessed to have so many people to call “friends”….what I also call my Intentional Family.May the Love and Lighte of Christ surround you all! My dear hubby is here helping care for me now. The best nurse a girl could ask for! (And he smells much better too!  ) — feeling apologetic with Margaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
Not sure how long they plan to keep me here. Last night was rough, waiting nervously for PT today.Bad pain episode when I tried to eat….or reach for food, I should say. Lead to a nasty mood and a personality issue with my nurse didn’t help.
Thanks to everyone for your prayers, Heavenly Father is definitely watching out for me.
I pray that the Love and Lighte of Christ surrounds all today! — feeling nervous
PT just left.
Sounds like they’re keeping me until tomorrow.
Then home with a walker and lots of instructions & cautions.
 — feeling painedat Providence Centralia Hospital.
Margaret Ellen Floyd
Physical Therapy just left.
Decision that I am not ready for home, nor is my current home ready for me.
Will be using a walker, it seems, when I am discharged.
Hubby went home to check on Athena.
It’s a long walk from the hospital to home….but he keeps doing it.
Very thankful right now for a lot…. especially my hubby!
May the love and Lighte of Christ surround you all! — feeling tired with Maggie Floyd and 2 others at Providence Centralia Hospital.
Still in the hospital.
Hubby left for home.
He is looking for a walker….apparently my grandma had a new one before she passed.
That will be interesting emotionally. I miss my grandma.
Pain level still intolerable, but I have refused opium’s derivatives since morning.Mood and physical pain were combining to make me unbearably frustrated and angry.Not sending me home until I can ambulate using a walker the distance to the bathroom at home….Still haven’t made it 1/4 way.Thank you all for your prayers. Without them, and my Heavenly Father welcomed into my life, I don’t doubt this would be much worse. — feeling lonely with Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
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Still in this silly hospital.
Perks: fluffy adjustable bed, fresh fruit & fruit juices
And bacon.Emjoying my bacon and nomming on grapes….fresh fruit and fruit juices and bacon and I didn’t have to cook it or prepare them.Even in pain (finally down to an 8.5 after my first flexaril of the day), I will look for the silver lining!Looking forward to some true medicine when I get home so I can begin to heal.May the love and Lighte of Christ surround all today!#CannabisCures #bacon #HospitalPerks — feeling determined at Providence Centralia Hospital.
Maggie Floyd
Hubby finally made it here just as the PT was starting.Better than yesterday, was my little walker-walk….more PT this afternoon and hopefully we can get this pain controlled enough for me to go home soon.Still refusing opioid (doc is sure pushy with them) pain control. I know what will work, I just need to get some.Looking forward to next week & payday. Green healing is much better than this medical paradigm. Need to make a bit of the cure & get this dang back pain under control. — with Margaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
Margaret Ellen Floyd
Called to order lunch, asked if they could toss a whole bunch of fruit and vegis in a blender & make me a smoothie…and they agreed!Being in the hospital is bad enough….but I fell on Tuesday before I put my teeth in. Trying to eat without teeth has been a challenge.At least I am finally with-it enough to ask them to blend my food up.
Maybe now, I won’t be so challenged with digestive issues & belly pain.I hope everyone’s day is full of the love and lighte of Christ.
I also hope I can start focusing on things not about my body soon. — feelingbored with Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
Maggie Floyd
Hubby here, and done with second PT session of the day.Physical Torture is so fun….lol….not. This whole learning to walk thing kinda sucks….and is intensely painful.But I have a lot more sympathy for my hubby and everyone else who has sustained major back injuries. Keith included. — feeling exhausted.
Margaret Ellen Floyd
A few Sisters stopped by! Thank you so much for the card and the visit, it kept my mind from becoming too stir crazy. — with Maggie Floyd and 2 others.
Just got the word: One more day in here to finish learning how to drive a walker & get to the bathroom by myself.I will be happy to go home tomorrow….and start really healing.Praying for the love & Lighte of Christ to surround all! — feeling determined withMargaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
Just got done with morning PT and the therapist was very happy with me!
Climbed up the step (with walker) and down 3 times!!!
I should be going home today!The Priesthood power of Jesus Christ has healed me….I just gotta relearn how to walk! May the love and lighte of our Lord, Jesus Christ, surround everyone today!!! — feeling grateful with Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
Good morning Fb’ers and fellow farmers. It’s been a little rough this morning. Out of meds and been working in the garden, I had to raise the lights and it’ll be watering time this evening  Say a prayer my wife gets to come home today!!! Happy FARMING! — feeling hopeful with Maggie Floyd in Centralia, WA.

  1. Bored, hurting and really wishing I had some 420. Conventional meds suck.Hopefully today I can get out of here….after physical torture clears me for driving a walker to the bathroom.All of those simple things just became a whole heck of a lot more difficult.LOTS of fun….guess I’ll watch a little Netflix on my phone while I pray for another short nap.Hoping the Love & Lighte of Christ surrounds all this morning. — with Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

Third night in this silly hospital.Really missing my hubby. Not cool to happen to newlyweds….but oh well. I guess I will be more careful when I climb from now on.
No more slick shoes. Had hubby throw out the ones I was wearing when it happened.Still waiting for my g’night call Saying my prayers & heading to nap…. — feeling lonely with Maggie Floyd andKeith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

Hoping this will in fact be my last night in this place….but I taught nutrition staff how to make a fruit & vegi smoothie….and I am trying to teach the rest of the staff narcotics are not necessary for pain control.Means being one tough ol lady….but with the Power of Christ’s divine Love and Lighte; I can do anything He wants me to do!Praying His Love and Lighte surrounds all of you too!!! — feeling hopeful withMargaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
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Third night in this silly hospital.Really missing my hubby. Not cool to happen to newlyweds….but oh well. I guess I will be more careful when I climb from now on.
No more slick shoes. Had hubby throw out the ones I was wearing when it happened.Still waiting for my g’night call Saying my prayers & heading to nap…. — feeling lonely with Maggie Floyd andKeith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.
Maggie Floyd
Bored, hurting and really wishing I had some 420. Conventional meds suck.Hopefully today I can get out of here….after physical torture clears me for driving a walker to the bathroom.All of those simple things just became a whole heck of a lot more difficult.LOTS of fun….guess I’ll watch a little Netflix on my phone while I pray for another short nap.Hoping the Love & Lighte of Christ surrounds all this morning. — with Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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Good morning Fb’ers and fellow farmers. It’s been a little rough this morning. Out of meds and been working in the garden, I had to raise the lights and it’ll be watering time this evening  Say a prayer my wife gets to come home today!!! Happy FARMING! — feeling hopeful with Maggie Floyd in Centralia, WA.

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Just got done with morning PT and the therapist was very happy with me!
Climbed up the step (with walker) and down 3 times!!!
I should be going home today!The Priesthood power of Jesus Christ has healed me….I just gotta relearn how to walk! May the love and lighte of our Lord, Jesus Christ, surround everyone today!!! — feeling grateful with Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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Waiting for discharge….getting some not fun parts taken care of.Tummy pain… intestines went into some kind of shock with the fall, don’t want to work. Prune juice last two day to no avail….More medical intervention (read: “western medicine”) while I await a ride home. — feeling pained with Maggie Floyd and 2 others at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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Finally getting ready to go home from this place… — feeling blessed withMargaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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the medical industry is finally making progress — with Maggie Floyd.
Photo: the medical industry is finally making progress
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Finally home with my hubby and my puppy after a 10ft fall from an attic ladder landed me flat on my back, then onto a backboard in an ambulance to the hospital where I’ve been since Tuesday.I have so much to be grateful for: when I landed See More — feeling blessedwith Margaret Ellen Floyd and 2 others.
Photo: Finally home with my hubby and my puppy after a 10ft fall from an attic ladder landed me flat on my back, then onto a backboard in an ambulance to the hospital where I've been since Tuesday.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>I have so much to be grateful for: when I landed Tuesday, I felt something and feared that I had broken my back.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>Heavenly Father blessed me through the Missionaries who my husband called after the medics arrived. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>During the time the medics were evaluating me and transporting me, they wanted me to take IV narcotics. Being allergic to 2/3 of the ones they had available, then the third was the medication my body was dependant upon for 7 years. I said no. Continued to cry and loose myself in the white-hot pain in my back.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>This was the first of many trials of my hospitalization. I am so blessed to be here after that fall that could have easily broken or killed me. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>When the pain starts to get to me, I uncover my toes and wiggle them; and I understand how blessed I am. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>I pray that everyone invites the Love & Lighte of Jesus Christ into their lives, that they may be blessed as well.
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My discharge papers from the hospital after a 10ft fall, injuring my back. Even in Lewis County, Washington….medical community is making progress!!!

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Other than the whole not being able to sit or stand or walk; this being home thing rocks! Lol…? — feeling blessed with Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
Margaret Ellen Floyd
I am incredibly blessed: My husband is clanging and clattering around the kitchen making me food, while Athena and I cuddle.It is good, very good, to be home. — feeling blessed with Maggie Floyd andKeith A. Floyd at Centraila.

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My wife is cannabinated and eating dinner. She will heal… I am blessed. — feeling blessed with Maggie Floyd and Athena Brooke Floyd in Centralia, WA.

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I do know I am blessed, but right now the level 9 pain is blinding my gratefulness with:
medicare may pay for a walker but the only place that bills medicare in Lewis Co demands CASH UPFRONT.
Begged to borrow cash for dry meds from a relative, but dry meds make me cough (don’t have a vape or bubbler anymore).
No medibles, tincture or cure oil.
Pain is 9, worse when try to run a marathon to get to the bathroom from my bed without a walker they trained me to use.
Husband found the walker my dead grandma used 21 years ago; no wheels, so almost worse than having nothing.
Yes I am grateful I am alive and not paralyzed, but sometimes I just want to escape this pain hell.
Needs some help in Centralia. Poor hubby is so overwhelmed.
I can’t sit to drive, can’t stand to fix food & can’t walk because no pharmacy down in Lewis Co will fill the Rx for the wheeled walker I learned to drive at the hospital without cash upfront even though Medicare will pay for the walker.
Getting from the bed to the bathroom is excruciating without wheels on a walker. Anyone who might have a solution, please contact Keith or me.I pray everyone’s day is full of the love & Lighte of Christ. — feeling exhaustedwith Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
Maggie Floyd
A big shout out and thank you to Breezy Kiefair and Melia & Keith for conspiring to find a way to get me a care package.I am truly blessed, and also thanks to Renae who also tried to assist with the sit.The biggest thanks goes to my Heavenly Father for making sure I have so many wonderful friends (& hubby) who want me to heal asap. — feeling blessed.
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    Feeling blessed to be alive & not paralyzed this Sabbath, but still a bit sad I cannot sit yet.
    No driving or church since sitting is still unwise. Walking to the bathroom is almost a task I can do on my own.
    I know I will recover completely.
    I know I have been healed.
    I know that my Healer & Redeemer lives. His name is Jesus Christ.
    It is Him that I devote my day, today, to. I am so grateful for my life & my mobility, as painful as it is.

    …and I’m back in the hospital.Lots of fun. More pain than fun.
    Seems that things aren’t working like they should. More tests. — feeling exhausted with Margaret Ellen Floyd and Keith A. Floyd at Providence Centralia Hospital.

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    Ct results are back: not keeping me, but fitting a brace for my back (it seems a compression fracture was missed during earlier tests), giving me meds for my digestion….and contacting UW about the lack of sensation issues.Not the best news, but certainly not the worse.Heavenly Father is continuing to watch out for me, I thank everyone for their prayers. — feeling blessed with Maggie Floyd and Keith A. Floyd.
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    Update for those interested….for friends of my hubby, Keith, too!

    Thanks everyone for your prayers!

    Margaret Ellen Floyd feeling tired

    So…..we are finally back home after another adventure at Centralia Providence Hospital….wowsa.

    So, after my evaluation & all tests were performed, they discovered that they had missed a compression fracture of my T-11 vertebrae.

    So, yes, I did break my back.

    The great news is it should heal completely.

    The not-so-fun news: 3 months (in the Summer :/) in a back brace. An appointment with a neurosurgeon at Swedish is Seattle & Urologist at UW. In addition of course to setting up appointments with physical therapy & going to my regular doc to follow up.

    Looks like my summer will be quite busy.

    Also looks like we are in Washington for the Summer. Sorry to our friends in AZ, but I will not be cleared to drive that distance for some time 

    I am very grateful to my Eternal Heavenly Father for making certain we followed up on what could have seemed like a trivial complaint.

    I am so eternally grateful to God that I was protected from further injuring my back before the break was discovered.

    I am thankful I have full use of my legs and feet. I am very grateful I will heal completely.

    I pray that the love & lighte of my Lord Jesus Christ surrounds all tonight!

    image courtesy Maggie Floyd facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=608172765963845&set=a.118626114918515.21841.100003133819734&type=1&relevant_count=1

    image courtesy Maggie Floyd facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10202434196071994&set=a.1397418091265.2053620.1106622482&type=1&source=11

    Just beginning to process the entire idea that my back is broken, and all of the medical-type intervention I have had with my body in the past week, and I will have in the next 3 months.For the first time ever, I have a partner by my side. One who has actually rehabilitated himself from 4 back surgeries.This is an opportunity for me, many of them. I will be documenting my rehabilitation. I will not give up this time. I know what it is like to succumb to the loss of my mobility, I did it in 2002. I was without my mobility, for the most part, until 2009. I had some good days, but not a lot.This time I have denied all pharmaceutical medications since my discharge from the hospital on Friday. I have had no opioids (against medical advice) since 24 hours after the fall. Once I was semi-cognizant, I said “no.”My pain has been in control (painful, but in control), since Saturday, when I was able to get some edible cannabis on board. (BIG thanks again to BreezyMelia &Keith for all that cross-country conversating that lead to me being able to finally find my head!).I thank all my friends & family for the prayers & thoughts as I was going through this scary situation.I thank my husband, Keith, for being the most amazing partner & friend during one of the biggest challenges I could imagine our young marriage experiencing. You are unbelievable and I couldn’t love you more!I am most grateful to my Lord & my Heavenly Father for keeping me safe & giving me the knowledge and ability to fully heal from this accident. I fell 10 feet. I still am doing amazingly well.I pray everyone has a week full of Christ’s Love & Lighte. — feeling blessed

    Cannabis and Me: My Testimony of a Plant Christ Created

    A Cannabis leaf in my handBefore I go any further with my tales of volunteering at a collective garden, I thought I would write a bit of a testimonial.

    Even if readers know why I use this plant medically, sometimes even I need a refresher. When I am out of my medicine, these reasons become crystal clear.

    Physicians & Pharmacists: Diagnosis & Treatment

    The first diagnosis that is listed on my medical records pertaining to the use of cannabis is intractable pain caused by damaged nerves during my last pelvic reconstructive surgery (the initial injuries happened when I was an infant then complicated with motherhood & several unsuccessful surgeries).

    From 2002-2009, I was prescribed Fenantyl via a Duragesic patch. Fenatnyl is an opioid pain medication that is about 75-100% stronger than morphine. My physicians repeatedly informed me that due to my pain levels, I would never be able to live off of a morphine-strength pain medication. I am allergic to morphine. Fentanyl with vicodin and percocet was how I survived for 7 years.

    During my time on opioid pain medications, I soon learned that any exertion brought nausea, as well as irritation of the initial pain. The side effects of opioids caused me to loose my teeth, and my life. I spent most of my days in a dark bedroom watching DVDs, curled up in a fetal position.

    In 2008, when my daughter graduated from high school, I was barely functioning on 19 pills a day. All prescribed by the same physician. Most were for side-effects of other medications.  During the time I was on these medications I developed other physical issues. Some where profound, like the hiatal hernia I developed during a violent vomiting episode. This has left me with chronic nausea.

    The other diagnosis that I use medical cannabis for also stems from the abuse I sustained as a small child by my father, then step-father.  PTSD and depression with anxiety are some of the major reasons that cannabis is my medication of choice.

    I have a family history that is frightening for depression. My father and grandfather both committed suicide. My aunt and I both have had several unsuccessful attempts at the same action. Major Depressive Disorder is so much more than “the blues.”

    An ironic experience I have had is one of friends getting tired of my acting out during a major depressive episode and tell me to “go take a Prozac.” The reason I find this ironic is that during the time I was being treated by physicians for my depression through pharmaceuticals (1982-2009), I exhausted every formulary; up to, and including ALL SSRIs (of which class Prozac is in). The only medication for depression that I have not been suicidal on, is Cannabis.

    For my anxiety issues, I have been prescribed at least five different medications. Some two at a time. Couch-lock has nothing on the zombifying experience of prescription anxiety medications. At least I didn’t drool much. But I was not “with-it” enough on them to live.

    When a friend suggested that instead of using vicodin or percocet for my “break-through pain” that I use cannabis (or as she so eloquently put it “smoke a bowl!”), I was leery. When I suspected that it would just get me intoxicated and waste more of my life, she pointed out that my life currently consisted of being in bed 24/7, how much more could I loose? I acquiesced and tried it.

    During the years I used cannabis as a supplement to my prescription medications, I began to live again. I found that if I smoked about 2-3 hits off of a pipe or joint, I had the energy to push past the pain. Then the pain began getting less. 

    The End of Prescriptions – An Alternative Presented

    When I was discharged without notice from the physician prescribing the pain medications in August 2009, it was cannabis that relieved some of the symptoms of withdrawal from the Fentanyl and Percocet. It was the only reason I was able to get through the hell of withdrawals without becoming suicidal.

    Months after I was off of all prescription medications, still exhibiting several symptoms of withdrawals as well as my primary issues of anxiety and depression as well as nausea and anorexia; I tried my first edible cannabis products. I was absolutely amazed at the results.

    The more cannabis products that I consumed, the better I felt. I began to feel HEALTHY! I began to be able to do so much more. I began to regain my life.

    Last year, cannabis ended up leading me to become a Latter-Day Saint. I joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints when God answered my prayers with this plant. But that’s another story for another time (feel free to follow my spiritual journey at SlightelyMormon.org).

    In the fall of 2013, at a sister-friend’s urging; I tried an experiment. I began taking a full-plant extract oil (FEO) on a daily basis. There are many names for this type of oil and many ways to process it. Some of the most common names are Rick Simpson Oil (RSO) or Phoenix Tears. My husband calls his version, without the decarboxylation step (I will post about his oil soon), “Jesus Oil.”

    No matter the name it goes by, it is an extract of the oils of the cannabis plant. I prefer the “full-plant” with the cannabinoids that are only found in the leaves and other non-bud parts of the plant included.

    Here is a link to the best explanation I have found for the processing of small batches of this type of oil, by a dear friend, Breezy Keifair: How to Make Cannabis Oil Without Alerting the Neighbors.

    As the rice-grain sized bit of oil began to be absorbed into my system, I didn’t become intoxicated nor did I feel any euphoria. In fact, as the days progressed to weeks into this experiment of daily oil, I found I was feeling less euphoria from cannabis, but more happiness over-all. My body began to feel “able”. My mind was clear. I could think, and I had energy. I didn’t hurt and my legs worked. My brain looked towards the Gospel and furthering my fores into genealogy. I could think and feel clearly.

    Thirty days into using cannabis oil daily, I felt like a new woman.

    As I have experimented with the use of cannabis for my health, it has been with the guidance of my health care providers and my “cannafamily” – an intentional family of friends.

    As I have learned about the cannabis plant, I have attempted to share this knowledge with others.

    For seven years, prescription medications took my life away from me. Several years ago, while I was in a puddle of vomit and tears, I prayed to my Heavenly Father to save me. It is He who held the branch of the cannabis plant to me. It is He that saved me, through a plant.

    County Line Alternative Medicine: First Morning as a Volunteer

    Day 2, morning one. It was my first Monday morning in a very long time. My disabilities took my freedom from me. My freedom to work. On this Monday morning, I walked about a quarter mile on the way to work, before hitchhiking for a ride.

    Today was more than my first day volunteering for this Collective Garden. It was also the 4 year anniversary of the day my physician had discharged me without notice; putting me involuntarily into withdrawals from the fentanyl and percocet he had been prescribing for five years. For the two years before that, it had been my general physician. But strangely enough, she was no longer in practice.

    This Monday morning felt triumphant. I had begun to take my life back with my baptism in the spring, now perhaps I could at least have the opportunity to help others at the same time as ease the incredible strain on my pocket book that my medical costs were, as they are to anyone on disability.

    The day started off wonderfully. I began to learn my way around the front desk procedures; as I had been trained on the bud-tending bar the previous Saturday night shift.

    I was given passwords and asked to update the web menu on many sites. I began to become acquainted with the other volunteers and their stories.

    County Line was owned and operated by a woman on disability who got tired of her husband sitting around smoking pot all day and doing nothing. So, they started a Collective Garden with a grow and a lounge in the back where he could still, in fact, sit around and smoke weed all day. Only now, they could make money off of it. That was my observation on first glance. I saw a family with two disabled parents attempting to get by and looking at what they knew and making the best of it.

    Jim (all of the names have been changed) was the official owner of the business with their adult son as a partner, as not to get his wife in trouble with Social Security; but he was quick to point out that his wife, Betty, was the true boss. She was, in fact, the one who did the books….and the one to whom the boys on night-shift were answerable for their shenanigans.

    Betty and I got along quite well. In fact, I still miss her and keep her in my prayers.

    Another volunteer I had the opportunity to meet was Jill. She was the “cleaning lady.” In fact, she was a very disabled woman. A patient who lived on a meager fixed income who had trouble affording her medicine. So, she offered to do anything for the Collective Garden. They made her the cleaning lady, and gave her one gram for every 6 hours of work.

    For those of us who are disabled, every hour we work is worth so many more “able-bodied” hours. It takes us so much to be able to push past the pain coma of a pain level that sometimes reaches 9.5+ upon awakening without any cannabis in our system.

    To procure a lowly $10 worth of medicine for 6 hours of bending, twisting, and lifting…doing all of those things that our physicians have warned us against, is something that too many of us would do in a heartbeat.

    That was the remuneration that we all received. All of the volunteers were patients. We all received one gram of dry, cured, medicine for every 6 hours of work that we provided. As “volunteers”, it was a paradigm that was not uncommon, as testified by the volunteers who came from other places. Jim and Betty tried to “sweeten the deal” by promising a dream trip to all the volunteers and calling them “family”.  Meanwhile, many were in the negative by the time they came to work that day.

    On the shiny side of the cloud that first day, were the patients that I was able to meet and help. While riding a line, not attempting to give out medical advice, as none of us want to be practicing medicine without a license; I was able to share my personal experience with this plant in it’s topical, edible and combustible forms with a patient who was in severe pain. Within minutes after using a topical spray, she experienced relief. As a caregiver, it was enough to make me want to come back the next day to help again.

    There are many stories that remain to be told. Many yet to write. County Line Alternative Medicine was north of an unfriendly county border and I lived south of that line. Living in unfriendly territory towards a medicine I have come to know is God’s was, and is, a challenge. Just because cannabis is legal in Washington does not mean it is liked. Many counties, even west of the Cascades, are very unfriendly to cannabis and anyone who uses it for any reason.

    Hippocracy of the Alternative

    In these days when the Hippocratic oath is more than a little hypocritical, we need our alternative medical care more than ever before.

    In today’s world, those who have gone about getting their education in the prescribed manner have incurred so much debt, that entire professions worth of employees, be they physicians, pharmacists or licensed nurses and massage therapists; they are trained very well: You do what we say, or you loose your license. You must not use or do what you know is right, even though it is the compassionate thing to do, you will loose your way to earn money if you do it.

    It is a simple as that. It all boils down to the almighty dollar. Non-maleficence, first doing no harm; has gone the way of family doctor who performs house calls. First, they harm your wallet, which effects your general well-being; then what they do causes more harm than good. Thus, ensuring your return and another procedure and visit that they can bill you for. Upfront payment accepted only. Medical ethics?! When those with the initials after their names; when THOSE who have done the education the prescripted way, when THEY FAIL to act in a caring manner, when they FAIL to act with compassion and care CHOOSING the lure of Satan in the guise of the almighty dollar, those of us who DO CARE about our brother are forced to become “front line medics” using the tools that GOD Himself gave us to treat and attempt to cure what ails each other.

    The next line of treatment, in a “compassionate state” is to go to the alternative care providers. Those with no medical degrees, relying on self-directed studies of the studies performed by distant scientists as well as anecdotal evidence of friends.

    But what do we get, when we place our trust and health care needs in the hands of people we will actually call “family,” a “canna-family;” solely because they partake of the same alternative treatment that we have chosen?

    Under RCW 69.51a, the medical cannabis in Washington is governed. A new set of rules and laws were added when Washington State voters approved I-502 against the objections of many medical cannabis patients.

    The fight for and against I-502 split the cannabis community in more than two pieces. A community that refers to itself as a family; now cannibalizing each other for the cash that they can procure.

    After traveling the country for the past 3 years, meeting a lot of people in a lot of different circumstances, most of them revolving around a plant, I decided to take up an invitation to “volunteer” at a local “collective garden” in Washington State for a few months. What I observed while there made me sicker than even “big pharma” has for a long time.

    I will be posting stories from the Collective Garden I was volunteering at. It is and was the norm. I had the opportunity, while there and at other times, to interview and get to know as true friends, a large variety of people, all patients, who have volunteered in these “Gardens”. Their, and my experience is typical of what a small town “Safe Access Point” is in Washington State.

    I believe in a better paradigm. I aim to create a situation for myself, my husband and as many of our friends as possible in a community that is about caring. Cannabis is a part of it, but currency will not be.

    My heart has been hurt tremendously by the people who call patients “family” only to be close to them when they receive their pittance of a decreasing valued limited income. It is time for all to grow their own. It is time for people to step up and help their neighbor if he CAN’T grow. It is time to be our brother’s keeper. It is TIME to Overgrow the World with compassion. With the love and lighte of Christ. And with Cannabis.

    Pain and People “Management”

    by: Gramma Maggic420

    When the only person left to talk to, is a person you gave birth to; what kind of a burden do you place on them when your body and mind go through the hell that is chronic pain with prescription pain management?

    I have had the honor to be allowed into the world of many young people. I was given this gift AFTER I had already put my own children through a hell I am only beginning to understand.
    So many people in this country alone have the challenge of coping with chronic pain on a daily basis to the point that it has unequivocally changed their lives. A large percentage have been forced to stop working at their “normal work environment,” while being treated with prescription opioids, antidepressents then, more times than not, end up applying for disability.
    By this time, the people who you THOUGHT were your friends haven’t spoken to you in months. The only people, who will, came from your own body. Then there come the suicidal thoughts. Increased by the pain, and the medications you are taking to control the pain. But I will talk a bit about me, and my experiences.
    When I was talking with one of my young adult friends, she (as MANY before her have) was expressing her frustration at her mother’s pain management by her doctor leading her to experience suicidal ideations. Also that a mom shouldn’t say things like that to her child. I agreed with all my heart, then reluctantly admitted that I have done the same. Not something I have ever been proud of, but I try to be honest.
    Our conversation had led down the road of the effects of chronic pain, and conventional narcotic pain management, on our families.  I began thinking about how I have managed to not only stay alive, but started to WANT to live, sinceFacebook came into my life.
    First, a bit about suicide and my life: I have never been private about how it has affected my life, if you know me personally, but I guess I have never really written about it. It is time for me to do just that.
    I grew up with the knowledge that my father’s father had killed himself. He was someone that wasn’t talked about, although I remember hearing the story out of my father’s mouth on several occasions about the act itself. I also remember both of my parents stating that my brother would have been named George if he would have been the kind of person you named a child after.
    For the record, my grandfather, George, was injured by the butt of a rifle in the back of his head in battle in World War II; and due to the deplorable and archaic types of medicine practiced on our vets, was in and out of mental hospitals for that injury.
    When my father was 5, my aunt 3, my grandfather gave my father his watch, closed the door to his office, and removed the offending object by shooting himself in the head.
    Suicide first crossed my mind when I was only 13. By the age of 15 I had attempted to kill myself a hand-ful of times. The issues I have had with my own mental health have haunted me all my life, I will admit this freely. I am a multiple rape survivor having been abused from a very young age by both my father and my stepfather. I have challenges both physically and emotionally. Who doesn’t?
    My savior was my grandmother; Margaret Ellen. I am her namesake. She was a woman anyone would name a baby after. I was that baby. Tomorrow would have been her birthday, but lung cancer took her from this world 19 years ago. One year after her passing, I was in the hospital with a suicide attempt while on antidepressants.
    Daily, I wish that I could go back in time and make her a brownie. Her last words to my grandpa when he tried to kiss her were, “don’t, please, it hurts. Everything hurts.”  While on morphine, dying of lung cancer.
    In the summer of 2000, I was given the news that my father’s body was found shortly after my birthday the previous year, after he had killed himself by the side of the road.
    I had ceased all communication with my father 16 years prior, upon becoming a parent myself. I felt a need to protect my children from him, even before I regained memories of the abuse I sustained at his hands. His widow discussed with me at lengths, his obsession with me, culminating in his suicide after my birthday.
    Suicide has touched my life constantly. It is time I came out of the proverbial “closet” about it. From my first love, Vic, who hung himself after discovering I got married, to the young friend and babysitter of my sons who committed suicide in his truck only a few hours after I gave him a hug in the local gas station.
    Suicide. I can’t count the numbers of times I have wanted to leave this earth. The number of times I have expressed that to my children, when they were the only people left that loved me enough to care to keep listening; embarrasses me. Being on prescription antidepressants most of my adult life before being prescribed pain medication, left my mind in a haze for most of their childhoods. I wasn’t me.
    Before Facebook, I had been confined to bed for about 5 years, on and off, due to chronic pelvic pain and digestive issues which had required several surgeries.
    I had been able to work until 2002 (with the exception of months off due to surgeries and the recoveries thereof). In 2002, I was being prescribed 120 vicodin 7.7/750s as well as 25mcg fentanyl patch. I could not get out of bed.
    By 2009, before enduring sudden withdrawals, only using cannabis for the symptoms, I was on Percocet & fentanyl had been raised to 100mcg for a year. Not controlling any pain at this point, but keeping withdrawals at bay. I prayed nightly that I wouldn’t awaken the next morning. But every night I would awaken, turn on my phone…and my friends were there to “snap me out of it.” I could do this.
    When my daughter (my youngest child) was home from her first quarter at the University of Washington for holiday break, she and I set upon creating me a Facebook account. Being a computer programmer and an interested mom, I had previously followed my children to MySpace, so I figured this was not much different. I had no idea that it would LITERALLY save my life.
    The first time I “friended” a stranger, I had no idea that those would be the people who I keep me alive from day to day until I was able to find a way out of prescription drug hell.
    Every night, the pain was at it’s worse in the dark, but on my tiny phone screen, my friends were awake somewhere. The opioids had their way with my mind, making the pain sensations worse, attempting to feed the drugs’ hold on my brain. I screamed out, in my sarcastic, or not so sarcastic, tone.
    I was ANGRY at the world! It FUCKED me up! I felt the need to scream that out.
    And they heard. My world expanded from 4 “stranger friends” to a few thousand. Every now and then I shout a bit more… some leave, some come back.
    My Facebook friends have called 911 when my withdrawals had my blood pressure down to 55/30, while my then husband, unknowingly, opened the door to the paramedics before he noticed I was passed out.
    They have been there EVERY time I needed to be reminded that I have a purpose in life.
    I love them all.  And I am pretty certain my children are very relieved I now have someone else to talk to.
    This last summer; my 18 year old nephew took his life with a gun, after a rapid detox off of several prescription medications that were being given to him in foster care; this new suicide in our family is still being investigated. Tribal traditions require a waiting period of a year before we can really speak of it. When I can, I will. Let peace be with his soul, and with those of his siblings; his family misses him terribly.
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    1. You have been through a lot Maggie. Thanks for everything you do to educate the masses. I am Blessed you are among the amazing teachers.

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