Sophie's turned the proverbial corner and appears to be responding to the new strain of cannabis. I'll provide the details if you leave a question in the comments below, but for those who are still struggling with getting cannabis or using cannabis, know that patience is in order and that much tinkering has to happen. I still believe that this natural plant medicine is vastly preferable to anything offered by pharmaceutical companies, and I'll be able to write more about it as I learn more (which is a given very soon because I am starting a new and full-time job in the cannabis information business). More on all of that at some other time. Can I hear an Allelujah?
Within one week of switching to this new strain, Sophie's seizures, which had become near constant and were characteristically worsened by a virus, have dropped down to -- well -- next to none, and that's with a full moon shining in the Los Angeles night sky. I, too, was reduced to a wreck or to a sort of full-figured wraith, transparent, despairing. It was like days of old around during the last few weeks, the days before cannabis when I plead on my knees to a god in whom I had no belief. My night-time psychotic self had returned, the woman who lies in bed churning over years past, convinced there is something I've done wrong, a dark hours before dawn narcissist. The boundaries between Sophie and me are porous at best, and if I were to be totally honest, I'd say my identity is so entwined in hers that there's no getting out. Singing the blues, really.
when my baby doing bad, I turn sad.
Speaking of blues, Mary Moon suggested that I attend a house concert last night featuring a friend of hers, Spencer Bohren. It turned out that the house was literally in my neighborhood and about four doors away from the original house we rented when we first moved to Los Angeles eighteen years ago.
This man could sing and write and play and spin stories and spun me into a mesmerized state. I talked at length to his beautiful wife Marilyn, also a friend of Mary's and felt as if I'd known her forever. I also sat on a couch next to a legend -- Harry Tuft -- considered to be the godfather of folk music in the Rocky Mountain region and whose center was visited and revered by people like Bob Dylan and Joan Baez and the Mamas and the Papas and all manner of blues and folk musicians. Holy mackerel! He introduced himself to me and said it'd been a long day, that if he fell asleep I was to poke him awake, and when I told him that I wouldn't do that, he told me that he had narcolepsy and I very well should. Spencer dedicated the first song to Harry, a Bob Dylan tune, and Harry whispered in my ear that it'd be amazing, and it was. The whole night was amazing, a perfect cap to and for a week and a woman turned glad from bad.
If you want to listen to and buy Spencer's gorgeous music, go here.
So glad to hear about this. You're starting a job for real?ReplyDelete
Hallelujah friend. I mean seriously. When you are sad. I am sad. Rejoicing for sweet Sophie. And for you.ReplyDelete
That's fantastic about the job and the new medicine! So happy you're feeling happy! Can't wait to hear more...ReplyDelete
Yay! So glad.ReplyDelete
yes, i want to know the strain and everything about it. so happy for you and sofie. and the "cannabis information business"? pray tell! oxoxoxReplyDelete
Congrats on the job. Pretty cool job really, cannabis information business.ReplyDelete
Katie and I are bound together too. That's why I take is so personally when she attacks me. She was grumpy today. Scratches, bleeding, tears, she was upset too:) I wish I knew what to do to make her life better.
So glad for all of this. Sometimes, my prayers are simply: let me have one small good thing because sometimes that's all we need.ReplyDelete
Congratulations on the job! :-) That man sings with the experience of a life well-lived, and by that I mean, lived to the full. Thanks for the musical introduction.ReplyDelete
Greetings from London.
Allelujah! That sounds like a great job for you. And they are lucky to have you.ReplyDelete
And the feeling was mutual from the Bohrens about meeting you!ReplyDelete
As great a day as I am having, this made it even better.
Oh, Sophie! Hurray! Great job, Dr. Mama!
The ways in which this virtual place reaches into the non virtual world never cease to amaze me. How wonderful about Sophie, the job in cannabis research, the night of music with Mary Moon's friends, allelujahs all around.ReplyDelete
Wow, Elizabeth! So happy to hear all the good tidings!ReplyDelete
Yes please, I'd like to hear about the new strain of cannabis and can't wait to hear more about the new job!ReplyDelete
What a lovely night out for you, and new friends to add to the book of friends. How amazing that Mary gave you this and it was right down the street - there are no coincidences or as my friend would say..co-inky-dinks.
I'm so glad to hear this news. Please tell us more about your new job! Congratulations.ReplyDelete
Hallelujah! So very happy to hear about Sophie. And can't wait to hear about your news!ReplyDelete
Good things, indeed. I am relieved for you and Sophie, and hopeful. I look forward to hearing more and will definitely contact you when ready to move forward for Nigel. Thank you for being there, for being you.ReplyDelete
That was a beautiful post, Elizabeth.ReplyDelete
Bravo for the new job! That's awesome. I can't think of anyone better or more qualified to work in the cannabis information industry. And that concert looks like an AMAZING experience.ReplyDelete
I've been absent and missed your voice. Congratulations on your new job, hugs & love for the, um, severing, and although I saw today was not good, reading about Sophie's response & improvement on cannabis delighted me all weekend. xoxoReplyDelete