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bake at 420 until nicely toasted
Damn...hard week.
2 days ago my 2nd best friend on the planet (and also my dentist)checked out of planet Earth. Fucking cancer took him in his late 40s, only a couple years older than me. I love and miss this man greatly. He was a dear friend to me, as well as being the best damn dentist I ever had. One badass dude. He was a veteran that served his country and was a huge patriot. He was a guy who really loved helping people as a dentist, he had a huge heart, and made every person he met feel like the most special person on the planet. He was a husband of 20+ years, and a father of 3. He loved nature, music, and food and just all of life.
He and I loved to go fishing together, shooting, we launched model rockets with his kids, and loved to light off ridiculous fireworks displays.
Once I found out he was sick (sneaky so n so didn't say anything at first) I immediately offered assistance in the form of medical marijuana. Though we had been solid buddies for years, he never knew me as a pot smoker or grower, and we never smoked together.
He was down with it. He didn't want to smoke, in an effort to avoid the carcinogens, but tried vaping...just didn't work that well for him. Then I offered him tincture, chocolate truffles, and the infused honey. He tried them all and liked them (in fact he and I had a hilarious time fishing one day after he ate a truffle and got niiiiicely relaxedified) but mostly he preferred the honey. He liked to stir it into a cup of hot green tea with a little milk, and it would help him feel a good bit less shitty. By no way a miracle drug and fix-all for the internal hell he was facing, but it would sometime help him get some sleep when he was up at 3 AM feeling nauseous and stressed and in pain. It would help him feel like eating when he couldn't keep things down for a couple days and didn't feel like even drinking water. The weed honey also helped him reduce the amount of horrible narcotics he had to take until the very end.
I have no doubt that medical marijuana helps a lt of sick and suffering people. I have no doubt it helped my dear friend. i was honored to be able to help this man in his time of need. I think the laws have got to change, Even if they don't, I truly see my lot in life, helping people out as the culinary apothecary. I will give 2 fucks about these stupid laws, and do what I gotta do to help people in need.
Thank you, IC community (and formerly OG), my dear friend castout in particular for helping me learn a lot more about our special plant and how to grow it, process it, and make good tasting, very potent edibles, in addition to just showing me truly superhuman examples of love, compassion, and generosity. That combined with my own cooking skills have helped to truly refine my skills in the medical edibles department.
Much love, yall. Care for the sick and dying, ya never know when your card will be pulled, and we should all have somebody give a damn.
I'm just glad my buddy was surrounded by friends and loved ones, and knew he was truly loved at end.
Doc.....I miss ya buddy. we will get together again and go fishing, only then it'll only be beautiful days, they'll all be trophy fish biting all day long, and we won't miss one.
cc
2 days ago my 2nd best friend on the planet (and also my dentist)checked out of planet Earth. Fucking cancer took him in his late 40s, only a couple years older than me. I love and miss this man greatly. He was a dear friend to me, as well as being the best damn dentist I ever had. One badass dude. He was a veteran that served his country and was a huge patriot. He was a guy who really loved helping people as a dentist, he had a huge heart, and made every person he met feel like the most special person on the planet. He was a husband of 20+ years, and a father of 3. He loved nature, music, and food and just all of life.
He and I loved to go fishing together, shooting, we launched model rockets with his kids, and loved to light off ridiculous fireworks displays.
Once I found out he was sick (sneaky so n so didn't say anything at first) I immediately offered assistance in the form of medical marijuana. Though we had been solid buddies for years, he never knew me as a pot smoker or grower, and we never smoked together.
He was down with it. He didn't want to smoke, in an effort to avoid the carcinogens, but tried vaping...just didn't work that well for him. Then I offered him tincture, chocolate truffles, and the infused honey. He tried them all and liked them (in fact he and I had a hilarious time fishing one day after he ate a truffle and got niiiiicely relaxedified) but mostly he preferred the honey. He liked to stir it into a cup of hot green tea with a little milk, and it would help him feel a good bit less shitty. By no way a miracle drug and fix-all for the internal hell he was facing, but it would sometime help him get some sleep when he was up at 3 AM feeling nauseous and stressed and in pain. It would help him feel like eating when he couldn't keep things down for a couple days and didn't feel like even drinking water. The weed honey also helped him reduce the amount of horrible narcotics he had to take until the very end.
I have no doubt that medical marijuana helps a lt of sick and suffering people. I have no doubt it helped my dear friend. i was honored to be able to help this man in his time of need. I think the laws have got to change, Even if they don't, I truly see my lot in life, helping people out as the culinary apothecary. I will give 2 fucks about these stupid laws, and do what I gotta do to help people in need.
Thank you, IC community (and formerly OG), my dear friend castout in particular for helping me learn a lot more about our special plant and how to grow it, process it, and make good tasting, very potent edibles, in addition to just showing me truly superhuman examples of love, compassion, and generosity. That combined with my own cooking skills have helped to truly refine my skills in the medical edibles department.
Much love, yall. Care for the sick and dying, ya never know when your card will be pulled, and we should all have somebody give a damn.
I'm just glad my buddy was surrounded by friends and loved ones, and knew he was truly loved at end.
Doc.....I miss ya buddy. we will get together again and go fishing, only then it'll only be beautiful days, they'll all be trophy fish biting all day long, and we won't miss one.
cc
