Here is an email I sent to my much younger brother and his wife. I've not edited it at all to keep it real.
Dear kids (d&d),
At 5:30 this morning while drinking my tea and watching the news, for no reason I started doing my adrenaline rush feeling I would pass out thing. Still going on at 8:30 I called the dr who told me to go to the er, take an ambulance or call your husband at work and have him drive you. This will be a waste of time, I thought...but i got in the car and drove myself there. They decided I am having panic attacks. So after leaving the er, I came home, ate lunch, put on my hippie scarf and earrings, and with my brand new medical pot papers drove down Broadway (pot shopping Mecca of Denver), and purchased my first legal pot and pot edibles. Then, I drove to the head shop I had passed and bought a lovely little water pipe (silvery white with a touch of blue swirling) because mj is very irritating to my delicate lungs. I almost bought a long, flowing hippie shirt to wear while smoking my mj (for ambience), but decided not to get one unless I become an actual pot head, like everyone else in there. This is what happens to normal people when drs take ones Xanax away. The pot shop was a very strange experience. I was the only customer. I pushed a door bell in the foyer by a little window with bars and a man opened the little window door (much like on the wizard of Oz). Then they checked my papers and id, much like customs I assume. After being cleared, he pushed a buzzer and let me in (this was a medicinal dispensary only). But Kyle my mj technician was very helpful and gave me two free joints ( good customer service. I like that in my dispensaries). That's how it's done.
Sent from my iPad
(Spring-ish 2014)
Dear kids (d&d),
At 5:30 this morning while drinking my tea and watching the news, for no reason I started doing my adrenaline rush feeling I would pass out thing. Still going on at 8:30 I called the dr who told me to go to the er, take an ambulance or call your husband at work and have him drive you. This will be a waste of time, I thought...but i got in the car and drove myself there. They decided I am having panic attacks. So after leaving the er, I came home, ate lunch, put on my hippie scarf and earrings, and with my brand new medical pot papers drove down Broadway (pot shopping Mecca of Denver), and purchased my first legal pot and pot edibles. Then, I drove to the head shop I had passed and bought a lovely little water pipe (silvery white with a touch of blue swirling) because mj is very irritating to my delicate lungs. I almost bought a long, flowing hippie shirt to wear while smoking my mj (for ambience), but decided not to get one unless I become an actual pot head, like everyone else in there. This is what happens to normal people when drs take ones Xanax away. The pot shop was a very strange experience. I was the only customer. I pushed a door bell in the foyer by a little window with bars and a man opened the little window door (much like on the wizard of Oz). Then they checked my papers and id, much like customs I assume. After being cleared, he pushed a buzzer and let me in (this was a medicinal dispensary only). But Kyle my mj technician was very helpful and gave me two free joints ( good customer service. I like that in my dispensaries). That's how it's done.
Sent from my iPad
I title this: Granny Goes Pot Shopping
Does it work? If I take it before bed (5-10 mg-I'm a lightweight) and wake up in the night, I go right back to sleep without a panic attack. However, I have pot hangover the next day. Smoking it, even with a water pipe, burns my lungs so much I start to have a panic attack and think I need yet another ambulance. Also, eating a gummy bear makes me feel like I'm having one of my bad brain fog days, which I hate, so I don't care to reproduce it on purpose with cannabis. It's not everything I dreamed it would be and speaking of dreaming, it produces some pretty funky, strange dreams. Just what I need, more of those!
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