Hey everyone! I know it’s been a while. I haven’t had much to say. I have been held hostage by finances and other pressures, and I finally decided on Saturday that I needed to get out of the house and do something with my life, so I went into Denver for Saturday and Sunday.
I met up with some friends (big shoutout to Hash Borgir and company), and I even got to move a bed with my truck, one of the reasons I got it. It was cool, but I was exhausted afterwards. Thankfully, there were dabs. Lots of dabs.
I stayed the night in a Hilton Hotel in Downtown. It was right next to a street that they turned into a strip mall. I thought that was really cool. The people and the food were excellent. I found my bartender to be very friendly, and so were the other patrons.
After dinner, I watched a movie that I have never heard of before called Apocalypse LA (I think.) It was about some friends that were in LA at the time that a meteor struck the world in various places. The interesting part, it turned some people into zombies, complete with biting and everything. It wasn’t scary at all, though.
I woke up in the morning really early, for the first time in a long time, and went and got breakfast! I normally make it up just in time for lunch! After breakfast, I drove the 1 1/2 hours back to Colorado Springs, played a round of Extinction (A video game from Call of Duty Ghosts), and then headed to The Dab Lounge — my favorite spot that I visited while on vacation in New Year’s, and a place I plan to frequent more often. I had a few more dabs off their huge rigs, and played more video games, and socialized.
I am sad that I used cannabis from the perspective of trying to quit, but I am not sad that I got out of the house and did something, even going to a dab lounge. I want the vomiting syndrome to go away, but there is no guarantee that it is caused by the cannabis. It could be gastroparesis acting alone.
Of course, many of you like to blame the weed. I can understand it, but I encourage you to consider that maybe I am just sick. I am missing a couple organs and my intestines have been rearranged. I have also broken about 20 bones, if you count re-brakes. I am no stranger to suffering, and cannabis gives me the energy and pain killing that I need to function mostly normal, as long as I am not throwing up. But again, it is not conclusive that the cannabis is causing this.
I keep going to my doctors and they don’t have much for me. I only get seen for mental health once every 2-3 months. I see my one-on-one counselor about once every two months, and I check in bi-weekly with a nurse for a shot of Risperidone, which is a common medication for schizophrenia; although I am hoping Lucy will also be able to help with that. I know my dog Trigger did. Unfortunately, the wife kept both dogs in the divorce. It’s sad. I know.
Well, I am not sure what else to say. This blog came flowing out of me. It feels good to write again. Maybe with some new adventures, I am back. In the meantime, I will just be soaking up Colorado. It’s been a hard transition, but this place is beautiful, and the culture is way more chill than anywhere else I have been, including California. Come by and check it out sometime. You won’t regret it.
Wagen, over and out.
PS. Saturday was 4/22. Get it. 4/20, too. Yeah. It’s magical…