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Myrrh_Quetz
I’ve tried various CBD and THC things. From edibles to “Phoenix Tears”, and even CBD bath bombs.
I’ll be fully honest here. The best thing I had for pain and sleep was Ketamine. You might think I’m addicted or that sounds extreme but on the low dose I was on, it worked wonders. I would even go as far to say IT CURED MY PAIN. Sadly, though, with my city in a huge drug crisis that couldn’t keep me on it and it’s only covered if you’re palliative.
I basically eat any and everything I can. Still a fun side effect of my Cystic Fibrosis. Ever since I’ve been in remission I actually gained over 60 pounds. For the first time in 30 years of my life, I weigh 200 pounds.
Okay, so a bit of a story time. So, I was sick for a little while before I got diagnosed. When I first finally realized something was wrong, I had called my transplant team and asked if I could come in ASAP, and possibly get a CT(I know my body. I know when something is very wrong). And when I’ve had other things go wrong, calling my team and going through them helps me skip the hell that is Emergency.
Well, little did I know that my usual nurse got promoted to another province and our transplant program was now bare bones and just for check ups. The new Nurse, who I’ll her “Lowe”, was now my main point of contact. I called her up and informed her of the pain, the lumps, the constant vomiting, lack of sleep, and the loss of 45 pounds. I told her how important it was that I see them. She responds with “If you want to be seen in clinic, you’ll have to wait till your Aug 24th(I think. It was end of August for sure and the current date was start of July.
Anyways, a bunch of shit happens(if interested, read my blog posts. It’s a fucked up story) and I’m finally in hospital. I had like 95% Kidney and liver failure, lost 50 pounds, and my body had lymph nodes growing and ripping my Apart. I was told that me being alive in my state was nothing short of a miracle. While in hospital, waiting for my first dose of chemo(took two weeks to stabilize me before they could give me chemo). During those two weeks, I told every mother fucker who listened about how poorly my transplant team treated me.
A few days after my first chemo. Lowe walks into my room(I’m reverse isolation. She didn’t gown up or anything), walks across my room, sits in a chair and says “Now, Myrrh, do you know why I’m here?”
Let me point out. I HAVE NEVER MET THIS BITCH BEFORE. So I have no clue who she is. Finally. She starts talking and telling me who is she and why she’s there. She showed up at my room because my complaining about her and how she nearly killed me made its way to every department in the entire hospital. She only showed up to TELL me to stop telling people about that and then tried to blame it on me not being right in the head. I told her that if I wasn’t right in the head, then if this was to ever happen again, I would need her help to prevent it from getting this far. To which she says id “Myrrh, if you aren’t right in the head, you’ll have to take a step back and examine your life and determine you aren’t right in the head”
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN SHE JUST SOLVED MENTAL ILLNESS.
Anyways. She leaves and the next day at 7am, I am rudely awoken to a group of 6 people from the normal psych team. I believe it was 2 Psychiatrist, and 4 psychotherapists, or the other way around. I don’t remember the order. I ended up getting a 5 hour psych evaluation done because my shitty lung nurse was trying to save face.
After that I switched to Cancer Cares team and spoke to 1 of each. Talking with one really helped but she couldn’t prescribe me anything, the other one refused to prescribe me anything because I got screwed over at an Emerg 5 hours after my cancer diagnosis and have now been labeled an “extreme risk” and “a drug seeker”. Again. The blog posts reveal a lot about that shit. Thus the “man it up” talk