Friday, June 8, 2012

Smoke More Pot, Play More Music.

The older one gets, the longer the general cocktail party patter becomes about one's health or lack thereof. 

I would like to take this moment to address my young and able-bodied friends and family - I am SO not shitting you when I tell you to not take even one moment of your youth for granted.  That "perky" might be used to describe any of your body parts whatsoever is a time period that goes by SO fast that it is startling in hindsight.  And to have a body that works pretty much the way it was meant to, is a gift. 

Don't fuck it up.

My knees were already on their way out by the time I was 20 from playing sports and by 21, I had ruptured a disc in my back and now, at this point, my body is pretty much just straight up giving me the finger. 

About 35 years ago, I was high and listening to my beloved Supertramp, specifically the bass-line to "Even in the Quietest Moments", in headphones.  Really loud.  I realized at that time that I had totally forgotten about the stupid sciatica pain while I was concentrating on the music.  So, for me - I find it a useful tool and have used marijuana and music (listening or playing) for both stress and pain management since that time. 

I am fortunate to live in a state where medicinal marijuana is legal.  Unfortunately they are now trying to make it as difficult as possible - but that is a story for another time.  Fortunately (I guess) my brokenness does qualify me for a "green card" so I still use this method, lo these many years later.

Obviously there are pills involved as well.  I'm not insane (legally). 

As I now travel the maze of medical personnel, I am having to remember to do or say things to avoid the looks of grave concern on their faces.  It's mostly my blood pressure.  It really is okay - unless I am in a doctor's office.  I now make a record of my blood pressure for a few days before the appointment to hand in. Medical homework.

I was having a discussion with a friend today and said that I had done an experiment the night before my last doc appointment. Earlier that evening I had come home from the adorable preschool presentation of one of my tiniest bffs, so I got stoned (Bob Dylan said we must) and played my guitar for a half an hour or so and then took my blood pressure.  It was extra low. 

"What do you take from this?", my friend asked.

"Mostly that I should smoke more pot and play more music", I replied.