It’s not a miracle cure, but it helps take the edge off while everything settles down.
Some days call for determination.
Other days call for patience.
Today required both.
The lawn is greener than it was yesterday.
Missy is still convinced she’s the Neighborhood Welcome Committee.
And I’m still moving forward, one careful step at a time.
Gravity still sucks.
But so far, I haven’t let it win.
Today’s Pain repertoire includes knee pain, cardio goals unbelievably, disability, and whether MythBusters still rules.
Welcome to modern Colorado survival.
Living disabled after a TBI and stroke means some days feel like a strategy game nobody prepared you for. Buttons become engineering projects. Zippers become boss battles. Knees suddenly hold press conferences about poor working conditions.
But the mission continues.
This morning started with negotiations between my left knee, my cardio goals, and the part of my brain that still thinks I can move like it’s 1992. The knee immediately rejected the proposal.
Cannabis status:
Operational. Respectable. Slightly overqualified.
Today’s flower delivered a solid mental reset while helping turn down some of the daily background static that comes with disability, pain, and recovery. Not magic. Not a cure. Just enough breathing room to keep moving forward.
Meanwhile, MythBusters was on in the background launching objects into oblivion like federally funded chaos goblins, and honestly… it still rules.
Today’s pain repertoire includes knee pain, cardio goals somehow still existing, disability, and whether MythBusters still rules.
Welcome to modern Colorado survival.
Living disabled after a TBI and stroke means some days feel like a strategy game nobody prepared you for. Buttons become engineering projects. Zippers become boss battles. Knees suddenly hold press conferences about poor working conditions.
But the mission continues.
This morning started with negotiations between my left knee, my left hamstring, and the part of my brain that still thinks I can move like it’s 1992. The body immediately rejected the proposal.
Still, I got out and handled business.
I took my pressure washer back to Whole Foods for an Amazon return. The actual return process was effortless. Scan the code, hand over the item, mission complete.
The hard part was the walking while carrying a big box.
From the parking lot to the entrance, then across the store to the Prime desk, my knee and hamstring made sure I understood every single step. But I got it done.
And honestly, that matters.
Cannabis status:
Operational. Respectable. Slightly overqualified.
I started the day with a little sativa before leaving the house. One pull of reefer got me through transportation, walking, navigating the store, and dealing with public life without mentally ejecting myself into orbit.
After getting home, the indica division was activated for recovery operations.
Today’s flower delivered enough calm to turn down some of the background static that comes with disability, pain, recovery, and the exhaustion that can come from simply being out in the world.
Not magic.
Not a cure.
Just enough breathing room to keep moving forward.
Meanwhile, MythBusters was on in the background launching random objects into oblivion like federally funded chaos goblins, and honestly… it still rules.
There’s something comforting about watching people fail spectacularly, learn something useful, and keep going anyway.
Feels relatable.
Current condition:
Castle Rock Reefer Report complete.
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