I’d been curious about medical marijuana for a long time but was unsure about whether to use it, and if so – how? I’ve never done drugs in my life. I’ve never been drunk. I’ve never even smoked a cigarette. So using marijuana, even medically, was intimidating.
Back in October I finally took the plunge. My neurologist referred me to a cannabis clinic (which was coincidentally right next door to my pharmacy) and I went to ask about CBD oil.
I’d read that CBD oil has the physical benefits of cannabis – relaxed muscles and pain relief – but doesn’t have any mental effects. It sounded perfect.
And it is! I love it! It comes in a little bottle and I draw some up in a syringe and put it under my tongue. It tastes like weed but not in a bad way and I don’t feel anything.
No side effects. No noticeable effects at all actually. I can’t even tell that I’ve taken it except..
except for the absence of pain, the easy movement of my body, and the restorative sleep I get. When I take CBD I have a good day. I feel almost normal.
So when I went back in March I refilled my prescription and got another for an oil that’s 50%CBD and 50%THC (that’s the stuff that gets you high.)
I’d found CBD to be particularly helpful with sleep. If I take it before bed it’s like it erases all the damage from the day. It supercharges my sleep and apparently THC is even better for that so I decided to try it.
I used it multiple times before bed. Sometimes I’d take it earlier in the evening and I never really felt any mental effects so it didn’t seem any different that the plain old CBD.
Until I took some in the afternoon. Since the two oils felt the same I figured I could use them somewhat interchangeably (as long as I wasn’t driving or going to work. That would be irresponsible.) I took a very small dose and then about an hour later my daughter and I walked to the library.
We talked on the way there, we checked out some books, she played on the computer and I chatted with the children’s librarian whom I know quite well.
And then it hit me.
I was fine listening to him but when I tried to speak all my words were mixing. I’d have one story in my mind and a different one would come out my mouth. I could tell I was being weird.
So I told him. I whispered “I just took CBD oil with THC and I think I’m a little bit stoned!” I explained that this was a first for me. Ever. And he thought it was hilarious.
Which it was.
But I won’t be taking THC except to sleep anymore.
I’m still grateful for that supercharged, deep, restorative sleep. After a couple of long days travelling for work I’ll appreciate that tonight.