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rod williams

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As stated on the 10th of July, 04 I stroked, it is now May 13th, 06, almost 2 years, I am giving a condition report.

 

I smoked cigarettes for almost 50 years, the last cigarette I had was on the morning I stroked, 7/10/04, I remember standing on my front porch trying to roll a smoke, finally giving up and not happy about it because my hands were not working well. For years I smoked ready rolled tobacco, it contains a benzene to keep the tobacco burning and a glycerin to help keep it from drying out. By the time the consumer gets it, it is old and dry. Tobacco is the most addictive substance I have ever found, it is quite a Master and doesn't just ask but demands that we smoke. It is like those of us who were or are addicted does a system check every 2 seconds to see if our nicotine level is UP and do we need more. I tried to quit a few weeks before the stroke but after a few hours I would give in probably because my work as a locksmith is demanding and I could not deal with solving a major lock problem that a client was experiencing and ignoring the demand for nicotine.

 

Loading up on nicotine was the first thing I thought about when waking up, my brain would prepare for the intake, a quarter cup of coffee would do it, that's all I needed to get me started, I rarely drank more than a quarter cup of coffee and when I would drink more that that, my hands would have a difficult time keeping up with my brain, it was horrible. Jitters. Some days I would skip the coffee altogether and just go for the smoke. I started smoking a rolling tobacco in the later Eighties, it contained neither benzene or glycerin so if the pouch was not closed properly the tobacco would turn into dry dust and after taking a few puffs, laying the cigarette down, it would go out which I liked actually, it was still considered smoking but to me it was a healthier way to smoke I believed. I could re-light the cigarette later which saved me from rolling another.

 

In the Eighties a company from Holland imported a rolling tobacco by the name of Zig Zag and it came with a pack of Zig Zag rolling papers, 60 rolling papers came with the tobacco meaning for $1.50 I had 3 packs of cigarettes. When tobacco really became expensive, by that time Zig Zag was no longer being imported which was really sad but I was now smoking TOP tobacco. Actually TOP was not bad as tobacco goes, no additives, fairly natural and a 12 pack at COSTCO was around $14. and there were also 60 papers in each pack like Zig Zag. It was not quite as good as Zig Zag originals but decent. When ready rolled cigarettes were 3 to 5 bucks each I was only spending several bucks a week on my smoking habit and I smoked about 20 cigarettes a day which is a normal amount.

 

I still tried to quit, laying in bed at night wanting a cigarette naturally, I'd get up and go to the sink and cup a hand, put a little water in it and snort, this will clear your nostrils, it does not have a rebound or addictive effect as does the kind in the drug store, plastic squeeze bottle variety. Water is harmless and when snorted in a small quantity, it will go to work right away and clear the sinus' in just a few short minutes then I could breath better and fall to sleep only to want another smoke when I woke up.

 

After attempting to quit a few times and giving up I came to the realization that the only way I would succeed in quitting would be if someone put me in a padded cell for 2 months, until I kicked the physical addiction part.

 

A week later I was sitting on my porch, I felt a little funny in the head, swirly a bit, got a bit sleepy, thought it strange since I had recently got out of bed and it was still morning but decided to go back to bed and go to sleep since that's how I felt, figured that I'd either wake up or I wouldn't. I woke up 6 weeks later at Barrow Neurological Institute in the middle of the night, the room I was in was pitch black, I had to pee and I was thirsty but I did not want a cigarette. The bed that I was in had a nylon webbing over it and I could not get out.

 

I pushed a remote or maybe I did not push it, I do remember seeing a remote that was lit with one of the words on it was HELP and either I pushed it or I didn't, I thought I had.

 

No one was coming to my rescue and I could hear several others moan but could not see them. I thought that I was in my work van in the parking lot of a hospital, I climbed the sides of my webbed bed, I had to pee real bad, I climbed with my feet and my hands, I was completely off the bed in the air but still trapped. I started yelling Help as loud as I could and I yelled Emergency often or at least I think it was often, other than a few strange dreams this was the first real thing I had felt in 6 weeks.

 

Becoming more thirsty from yelling I decided to go back to sleep and wake up in the morning and get water then, yelling was making me more thirsty. I wadded my top sheet in a corner and peed on it. At least I no longer had to pee.

 

Some while later in the pitch dark an attendant opened up my bed, I remember apologizing to him about peeing on the sheets but that's about all.

 

Another discovery that I made in the daytime as I was learning who my family was again and learning to respond to them I found a patch on my chest, I felt a sort of energy going into my chest and I knew what it was because I had tried a nicotine patch some years earlier only to find myself smoking a cigarette while wearing a patch, what a rush that is. I recognized it as a patch, peeled it off and to this day I have not smoked a cigarette nor really wanted to. I still have several packs of my rolling tobacco in my work van and in my computer desk drawer close by, they don't bother me at all, they are no longer a threat to me, I don't even think about them.

 

My caregiver/soul mate of 36 years told me that while I was in the hospital kicking my addiction that I was extremely aggravated with a emphasis on aggravated. I don't remember a thing, I got my 7 weeks in a padded cell and I quit smoking.

 

By the way I also learned that chemically nicotine constricts the blood vessels which is exactly the opposite reaction of what a anti seizure drug such as Dilantin does. Dilantin as the name implies dilates our blood vessels which means more blood, more oxygen to our vital organs, brain, kidney, liver and etc. Unfortunately Dilantin also has a list of dangerous side effects that are deadly. Medical research has shown that the hemp plant, medical marijuana has the effect of dilating our vessels and I don't know what the long term side effects are, I have been smoking it for 39 years. When I woke in the hospital I weighed 99 pounds and was told that I must eat, that was critical for me. One of the nasty side effects of Dilantin is that it takes away our sense of taste and smell, okay, my food was yucky, I could tell if it was hot or cold but that was about it. Dilantin also causes constipation and I was. Medical Pot increases the appetite and makes food taste yummy. It is a felony in my state even though the majority of the state's voters approved it 2 years in a row. Is that fascist or what?

 

When I was laying on the operating table having been brought in by ambulance with sirens blaring, I have no memory whatsoever, I have to take what I am told, the staff wanted my medical history which of course is natural, they were cutting me open, check out my hospital pic here. I was born in Dayton Ohio in 1942, I had no previous medical history except 30 years earlier I had gone to our family doctor with a hemorrhoid, that was it.

 

I have never been a person to take pills, not vitamin, not aspirin, nothing was what I took with a few exceptions over the years usually from a dentist giving me various kinds including those for pain and some antibiotics. At this writing I cannot remember the last time I was sick with a flu or cold, I have never had a flu shot, I don't doubt that I could catch something and croak suddenly, I just haven't yet.

 

I am recovered 100 percent, I can physically run, I can balance myself on either foot for a good steady minute, I can drive, I can work full time although I'd rather not.

 

I eat one good meal a day in the evening, around 5 p.m., I have done this for the past 27 years, I am an atheist, I think that being a species of animal is a trip, what we humans do can be so stupid. I have written all this, I am tired, forgive me on editing, I said what I wanted to say, I'll edit later. Thank you, the human brain can do what we ask of it, think positive.

 

Rod

 

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ROD,

 

 

SO GLAD TO SEE YOU BLOGGING!!! YOU ARE RIGHT, IT IS FASCIST. LEAVE IT TO CALIFORNIA TO SELL IT LEGALLY ON THEIR COURTHOUSE STEPS. I DON'T CARE FOR IT MYSELF, BUT I UNDERSTAND IT HAS MANY MEDICINAL QUALITIES FOR A VARIETY OF ILLNESSES. ALSO, IT'S A NATURAL GROWING PLANT.

 

 

 

 

IN ADDITION, PEOPLE SMOKE IT ANYWAY. WHY DON'T THE FASCISTS JUST TAX IT LIKE CIGARETTES AND/OR LET THE FDA CALL IT A "DRUG" AND THEN THE PARMACEUTICAL COMPANIES CAN GET RICH OFF OF IT LIKE THEY DO EVERY OTHER "APPROVED" DRUG?

 

 

I'LL TELL YA WHY, BECAUSE IT HAS GOTTEN A NEGATIVE CONNOTATION OVER THE YEARS AS MIND ALTERING AND ***JUST WHAT IS ALCOHOL? WHY IS IT LEGAL AT EVERY CORNER STORE AND IT'S BY ***FAR*** THE WORST DRUG OUT THERE. ??????? TOUCHY SUBJECT HERE BECAUSE YOU HOLD A PUBLICLY UNPOPUALR STANCE.

 

 

 

HOWEVER, MANY WHO TURN THEIR NOSES UP TO YOUR POINT OF VIEW PROBABLY HAVE A MARTINI IN THEIR HANDS AS THEY TAKE THEIR DAILY VALUIM.

 

 

 

TAX IT, PACKAGE, AND IT WILL BE THE ONE DRUG THAT WILL NEVER HAVE TO BE MARKETED.

 

 

LOVE YA,

 

KIM

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Thank you Kim, that was well put. Here is a link to a medical marijuana page showing some of the uses of pot.

 

http://student.elon.edu/jguske/chemistry/a...andamide_1.html

 

My first experience with pot was in 1967, that's 39 years I have been using marijuana. java script:emoticon(':big_grin:',%20'smid_10')

 

Every species of animal on this planet including the human has a drug of choice, while growing up I went towards alcohol and tobacco for a variety of reasons, one, that was my parents drug of choice, they both smoked and drank plus both were advertised on television (after it was invented), radio, billboards and whatnot. So I drank, in fact in my high school years I did not have the nerve to ask a female to dance unless I had a beer from a stolen stash, in fact I could not dance until I had a drink. Then I had fun, a great time until I woke up the next day. Ouch. Hangovers are not cool.

 

The year was 1967 I was living in New Orleans, moved there from Los Angeles in the summer of 1962, I was with a friend, Tommy who had just returned from San Francisco, he had long hair, not many males in New Orleans had long hair, that was happening in California in a place called Haight-Ashbury but it was starting to spread. We were in the French Quarter one evening walking around when a guy driving a VW Bug pulled up next to us and asked directions to Bourbon Street, Rue Bourbon eh?

 

We were two blocks from Bourbon, we were on Decatur near Jax Brewery on the Mississippi. We gave him directions and he says, thanks and threw a matchbox at us then drove off. Opening the matchbox we could see some stems, seeds and dried leafy material and neither one of us was certain as to what it was. Even though Tommy Delaune had been in San Francisco earlier in the Summer, (Summer of Love) he didn't know what Pot looked like and neither did I. Tommy was 15, I was in my early 20s.

 

 

We, you, I and the rest of the world reside on a planet, it is primarily a piece of space debris that is spinning through space and orbiting a very large and a very hot object, we named it the Sun. Each time the space compost (earth) orbits the sun, the funny little human decided that we could tell our age by how many times we have travelled around it. Funny, eh? Each person who has orbited the sun, let's say 6 times, is 6 years old and belongs along with all other humans who are the same number. Ridiculous you say, Indeed.

 

So we made up this age thing, someday it will be figured out by some great mathematician or such and humans will get on a better track, until then good luck, we need all of the help we can get and then some.

 

 

Our true age is determined by DNA, there is a tag on the end of each strand and when we reach these programmable tags on the end of our DNA, we stop replicating, we are ready for the meat grinder, so to speak.

 

Hey Kimmer, jumping off subject a wee bit more here, what did you think of my picture that I put in my Card file? I think that it is awesome, a friend took a who bunch for the many times he visited, that was my most favorite. Prior to the stroke which I will add, it was a great family experience, it was good for Jasmine, she found out how strong she could be, she also learned how to fix things and it was good for me because I got to sleep for 6 weeks and lose my addiction for nicotine. We all benefitted and the children got to see a miracle.

 

In the picture, my last previous haircut was in May of 1969 and I figure I had heard the songs from the Musical "Hair" so many times, the line: "you don't have to cut it, it stops by itself" because mine went slightly below shoulders and stopped growing, I always wondered if it ever were cut, would it grow again. I now know the answer to that, yes, it is once again down to my shoulders. They not only cut my hair off but my beard, mustache and they clipped my eyebrows which had both grew into nice little points, they either looked like wings or the points of spears, depending on what I was saying.

 

Anyway the photo is nice, I have autographed, wallet size available, receive a price break with a order of 10 or more. java script:emoticon(':bop:',%20'smid_13')

 

Notice the metal staples, just think, if they had put my face back on crooked, I'd smile funny. Dr. Robert Spetzler used aneurysm clips that were trademarked by him. He was the attending neurosurgeon.

 

When I finally woke up I weighed in at 99 pounds from my admitting weight of 131. I weighed myself at COSTCO this past week, 130.6 but that was dressed of course, at least I hope so. : + )

 

I visit Neuro Rehab to visit with my old aides, those who helped me before and after I woke up in the hospital. I have this strange attachment to them for some reason, they like me to visit, they call me their poster boy. One day I was going to visit and saw Dr. Spetzler crossing the street with a friend and I hopped over to him on one foot then switched feet to hop on and thanked him for the aneurysm clips. He is the doctor who when asked said that yes, I could quit taking my medication which was Dilantin, this was in mid December of 04, the stroke was in July. Being constipated for that long was not a great lot of fun, I am as regular as clockwork, all natural. I eat healthy, lot of brown rice, various beans, greens, carrots, potato.

 

Back on subject, sorry:

 

Dilantin's job is to dilate the blood vessels, the larger blood vessel the less likely chance of a constricted area that would clot. The pill does that but at a great cost which I think we have discussed.

 

The 'high' in medical marijuana is the feeling that your blood vessels are dilated and more oxygen is reaching your brain. Duh. It's a great feeling and it is true. Anytime you want to constrict your blood vessels, smoke a cigarette, anytime you want to dilated them, smoke a joint or at least eat a brownie.

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In the near 40 years that I have been smoking a plant substance that dilates my blood vessels naturally, I developed no real medical history other than the occasional cold or flu, I cannot remember the last time I had either, it has been years and I have never had a flu shot.

 

Pot is something that is preferably shared with friends, in fact take a group of 40 plus people who regularly meet and smoke, they all stay pretty much healthier from the sharing and passing around DNA molecules to each other, making a great mix, both bodies and antibodies, like sitting around the camp fire passing a cup, no back washing please. But this is good, when villages did it as a ritualistic practice, they all became immune to the same things, they in essence worked together as a group rather than each individual alone to fend for themselves. Passing the joint is the last ritual that exists that is even close to a religion.

 

Today my brain is back to normal, I am healthy, I can run, I know that the brain is a very powerful mechanism, that we in essence are programable beings, we can program ourselves, rewire our own brain, I did it, we are all doing it, I just prefer natural over manufactured. Take care, Rod

 

 

 

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