I'm quite sure this is not any valid therapy. But I consider it therapy. Life is therapy, and this is my life.
Our alteration is marijuana.
On Wednesday night while walking thru the sea of tarps and bodies to get to the portapotties there was almost enough floating smoke to get high.
On Thursday night some camping neighbors and friends from Canada provided some.
On Friday night a niece provided some.
On Saturday night, One of our group walked up to several groups of young people asking for some and received enough for one joint. Then had to ask another person for rolling papers.
As a stroke survivor I can't just let the pleasant experiences occur. I have to expend vast amounts of cognition to recognize reality and the differences that have been altered.
On Sunday night while dancing to Xavier Rudd I got separated from the others and thus missed out on the joint being passed around.
Research findings on marijuana here;
http://www.oc1dean.blogspot.com/2012/07/medical-marijuana-clearing-away-smoke.html
I bet you never get your doctor to agree to this stroke protocol.
I however will demand I get some after my next stroke and damn the medical establishment for standing in the way.
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