Mostly green tea as that prevents the little sea anemone tentacles (lol sorry I cant remeber what they are really called ) in the gut, from shrinkinking down to nothing, from no food.
I am about to get some ginseng as well as a couple of other beneficial supplements I was reading about the other day.
I am usually over hydrated, I add a half teaspoon of pink rock salt to my drinks apart from occasionall booze and coffee lol thats just 33% cream in that.
Its normally around day 5 or 6 that I start to get the low blood pressure, other than that I don’t experience any other symptoms, other than hunger for an hour or so around my normal, once a day eating time, and reduced stamina doing manual stuff. I just pace myself better to compensate.
I eat mostly vegetable curries which have copious amounts of herbs and spices, vits and minerals, but still supplement vits and minerals, especially when fasting.
I just want to comment on the dream stuff. I don’t dream often but when I do it’s often dreams about my first occupation as a diesel engine mechanic which ended in the mid 90’s. I started out enjoying the learning and labor but eventually learned to hate the business, the owners of the businesses and the random piss tests. I felt the compensation was not equal to nature of the work. I was paid $18 an hour (sucked even for 1995) and they were charging $95 an hour for my labor. I know there’s overhead but without trained mechanics there would be no business. My dreams are almost nightmares because I find myself in these huge industrial buildings racing against flat rate, horrible conditions (under and over bull dozers, buses, trucks) etc. I changed course in 1999 and became an educator for a county organization affiliated with Cornell University. That also connected me to the state retirement system which basically saved my but from health care costs in retirement. But I never have dreams about that job even though I was there 18 years.
I’d rather have dreams about sex. Too bad we can’t direct our dreams.
Trunk makes more sense and, of course, you don’t have to open your trunk if the man asks you to. You have to be arrested for them to do that, at least in NY. The cops know that but they convince mostly young people that they will go easier on them if they cooperate, which they don’t. I see cops looking through trunks on the NYS Thruway fairly frequently. My kids know the tricksy police games. They know never to admit to anything and always refrain from speaking until your lawyer arrives. And be polite but forceful saying it’s your constitutional right not to let them look in your trunk. I have enjoyed doing that even though there was nothing in my trunk.
Early afternoon here and I’m over the hump. My normal time to hit the “GrouchyOne” vaporizer ™* has come and gone and with it went the urge to toke up.
Saintly Spouse is acting all Saintly again, the sun is showering golden goodness on my back porch, the whitecaps on Buzzards Bay seem to have a beneficent rhythm and all seems right with the world.
All of that is, of course, purely subjective but it feels real and as I read through the conversation this thread has produced I feel at peace.
Thanks to @Shadey we’ve had a glimpse of how someone manages a serious medical problem and uses cannabis wisely and effectively to help manage pain.
Thanks to @PilgrimProgress we know that working on Big Diesel engines sucks, and lots of other interesting things.
Thanks to @Motaco we know that Vivid Dreaming isn’t always pleasant!
-Thanks to @Mestizo for explaining Aspergilosis, never heard of that before.
Thanks to @Foreigner, we learned to never admit to anything!
Thanks to @ReikoX I dug into my wife’s vitaming stash and popped a couple of fish oil caps to boost my ebdocannabinoids.
Thanks to @catapult I know I’m not the only one bent on optimizing rather than minimizing my use of this herbal gift.
Thanks to @Papalag for a nice chuckle, gave me a laugh when I needed one.
And, a special thanks to @anon98660487 for dangling his tasty treats in front of people doing a Tolerance Break! I like your style man.
More and more I read post about strange effects after handling weed. On different forums, people are discussing allergy type symptoms from being around the bud. Itchy skin, rashes, sweats. In my case, hyperventilating. Sometimes i get faint after entering my grow area. In fact I would tell my wife to come check on me to make sure I was ok. I think I’m hypersensitive to the oils of the plants. Just like others, my skin itches when I reach between plants. But other times, i would be sweating, my heart beating frantically. Something in my grow are is triggering a stress response in me, but I don’t know what it is
Well honestly the endocannabinoid system is fascinating to me, but I don’t know all that much about it. I’d like to know more. Here is a quick intro from wiki…
Yeah, the never admit to anything remark was only in reference to police. Being straight up and honest in life is a different issue altogether. Having integrity and living within certain values is my creed. It hasn’t always been helpful in our competitive system but I can look at myself in the mirror knowing that I have tried to move humanity further towards civilized behavior. Are we in this all together or is it every man or woman for him or herself? I like to think we can be nice to each other, what’s so difficult about that? America has become even more unfriendly than it was when I was young. I remember hitchhiking across the country in the 60’s and 70’s. We were long haired hippies (long hair meant something then) and the cars that passed us on the road would have the young people flashing us the peace sign out the back window as they drove by. The parents hated us (any body over 30 hated hippies?) but the kids thought the hippies were cool. I always felt hopeful that when the kids grew up, the world would move in our direction. You know, towards peace and love. I’m still hopeful that the young people will rise to the occasion. And as far as I can tell, extinction is the occasion now. Maybe I’m spending too much time studying our present situation and paying attention to what is going on?
Whoa, I’m glad you’re over the hump. It’s harder than I thought it would be. It’s 6 pm, time to eat. Not hungry but I’ll eat something. Think I’ll go to sleep early tonight. I don’t usually have trouble sleeping but I do get up to pee way more often than I like. Tomorrow’s another day. I think I’ll stay busy and do enough physical activity to sleep tomorrow night.
Super glad i found this thread. I find myself taking extended canna breaks quite often. Being a middle aged, first time business owner with a 4 year old and a newborn baby, i’ve got a ton of shit and stress on my plate. I feel guilty and kind of feel myself slacking off my responsibilities if im consuming on a daily basis. At this time in my life i cant really afford to feel like im in a constant haze so its defiantly good to take a break. Usually i’ll take anywhere from 1-3 month break and it makes that first puff after waiting that long feel and taste that much better!!
Thanks for hangin in on this @PilgrimProgress! You’ve added value here.
I have found this T-break easier and easier as the day progressed. It’s night now and the lovely scent of dinner is filling the house. I have indulged in a Cabernet / Shiraz blend wine that may be worse for me than cannabis, but prolly not by much. I find that vintners and cannabis growers share many of the same concerns and desired outcomes. It would be great if we achieved the same level of control.
All in all, my report it that a day off is no big deal and even useful in gaining a perspective as to how I can best incorporate this herbal medicine into my life.
The Endocannabinoid system mentioned above might have noted that those CB1 & CB2 synapses, are the most prevalent receptors in our bodies! That is something worth thinking about. We produce endogenous cannabinoids naturally and when we consume cannabis the THC excites the same systems. In other words, our bodies are designed to utilize the same chemistry as our plants produce.
You’re already gone but I thought I’d add one last thing. It has gotten easier now that it’s nighttime. I did have a glass of Pino Noir with dinner, oh, that’s why it got easier.
Hey, us older folks have all been there. I had a job with random piss tests for drugs so I couldn’t take a chance and risk losing my job. I would still partake occasionally, especially when the tests were over for the year. I ended up with an educator job for the last 18 years. That was after my kids went off to college and I failed my piss test which helped give me the motivation to change my career choice. When my new boss hired me, he told me not to worry about piss tests ever again. He was a friend and a stoner. What a relief that was. I’m thankful I failed that test.
