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Seasons Greetings from LWLBD: How to Roll the Perfect Christmas Infused Joint!

Hey kids, Jeff here just wishing my few readers a safe and most important of all to dementia patients, mellow-AF holidays. In fact I noticed something odd/fun about this Christmas season that as an American surprised the hell out of me....for the first time since I was maybe 16 years old, Christmas season hasn't stressed me out to the point where I wanted to move to a foreign....planet or something before it was over....but this year, perhaps thanks to the dementia meaning crappy memory but here it is Christmas day and I don't feel like I am ready to go postal. So....cool.

But one of the other reasons for this is to post the first in what I hope is a series of instructional articles to teach the disabled how to be a stoner. Now that its legal in most places AND it is such a perfect and useful medicine for dementia, disabled folks are having to go into places like head shops and pot dispensaries for the first time and the last thing any adult wants to do is stand out as the no…

Important Cannabis Grow Update!

UPDATE: 2 - 3 Days Later....

I had plain old 300w CFLs going where the old purple LEDs were going and now replaced them with the far more efficient Mars Hydro 600w LED fan-less grow light. The plants looked so much better and happier than they have in a long time and they did it so fast I wanted to share it so heres the video of a few days later....



Original story...

Greetings Folks, Jeff here...I know my writing here of late has suffered, my only excuse is a degenerative brain disease chipping away at my ability to do this. But keep on is what I shoot for  and this update is pretty important for anyone growing indoors today.

I talking today about light, one of the four basic elements all cannabis needs. For a long time the home growers had home-made light rigs and the bigger ops all had metal-halide or high pressure sodium going...and then LEDs came along, promising greater brightness at lower electrical cost and lower generation of heat, all very desirable to the home-grower. Prob…

An easy, cheap clone rooter anyone can make

I was in a little fix the other day, one that anyone who has grown indoors is familiar with: the one plant in the whole bunch that wants to grow wild and hard to control. The rest of my plants are all of a similar size and shape; this CBD plant (20:1 CB Diesel) was growing long and lanky, not good for flower. Plus, since the others of its genetics I had died, I needed to make more and THAT boys and girls was the answer to the first problem, by taking clone cuttings from all of the longer top branches, upper-growth is slowed and side-to-side growth will occur.

However I have one main 6-seater of a hydro unit I use for such things and as luck would have it, mine was full of other clones ATM. I could have waited till the stuff in the clone rooter finished but the CBD plant was growing into the lights right NOW and needed to be dealt with.

So I leveraged that special "MacGyver" gene that all indoor growers seem to possess, looked about the room and with just scrap parts found o…

My Memory Hack to Help Maintain Independence

Here is a hack I came up with when I was first diagnosed with Lewy Body Dementia. I seem to have lost the article to representing here. Basically I was forgetting how to do certain things. Most times I knew but others I would face the object of my intentions and have no clue how to even get started.

This sucked and printing "Hey Dummy" post-its everywhere sucked worse so I came up with a hack where I could write down instructions on how to do this or that and my app would generate whats called a QR code or bar code with those instructions embedded. This code was then printed, trimmed and taped to the object in question.

Then next time I was in a fog I could just waive my smartphone at the device, it would pick up the QR code and display instructions on my screen:




I made a video outlining how it all works so you can do it yourself....try it, it really works!





A Tribute to one of the finest medical cannabis strains you have probably never had: The Exorcist!

Greetings kids; Jeff here with something a little lighter this morning. As you know I have cultivated and grown my own cannabis meds for some time now, making my own wax, hash, RSO and so on.

I have grown a nice number of strains over the years and as my time of growing is coming to a close for this lifetime, I feel compelled to write about one single strain that is simply the most amazing strain ever and you can breed your own with little trouble if you are of a mind to.

This strain was invented by a master grower in Michigan with the name Nick@Night. He has a company called Great Lakes ...nuts forgot the rest...Great Lakes Seed company but I thought the word medical was in there too. Anyhow this is one of the first strains I grew after my first pilot crop of clones from a local dispensary and I don't even think Nick knew what a winner he had; he has bred a ton of strains for different things.

The strain I refer to is called The Exorcist, as Nick was in a 70s movie theme that se…

The Secret of a Happy Holiday with Dementia

I don't care who you are or what you think but the best, no the ONLY way for someone with dementia to survive a holiday like this is to maintain the ultimate chlll, every damned minute. For the two decades leading up to my LBD I did all of the cooking regardless of day but on Thanksgiving I threw down and made serious buffets and feasts. Now? Now I can't so I go with the lowest stress method I could find and it worked just fine....so todays thanksgiving  feast is brought to you by the letters M, I, C, R, O, W, A, V, and E.

Time Trippin....

At first I was not sure if I would post this or not but I think I need to. If you read the words at the top of the site, I profess to document dementia from the patients side and this is absolutely worth knowing.

I am right now in the throes of a down-cycle in its most classic format. If my words here are weird, its a weird place I am in. I have been in this place (deep fog, brain misfiring, that feeling of sparks in my head, pervasive confusion about everything from how to make a sandwich to how to wipe my own butt. I remember how to wipe someone elses butt though so I guess that should count for something.

I am writing this down because even though writing ANYTHING right now is an exercise in phenomenal mental anguish, I need to do this because whats most-affected right now is one of the worst/most powerful changes to your reality when you have dementia. The fact that the LBD allows me to "dip into dementia" and then write down the results, in those cases I have the bene…

Demented wisdom or wisely demented?

Life plays by a different set of rules when you have dementia. Those that either forget that or never grasp its truth are destined to forever take its consequences the hardest. Some of you out there know this, I can tell from your posts.
I realized this the other day when I was forced to accept that reading books is off my to-do list for the rest of my life. Aside from the direct bummer of losing something close to me, it pointed out a simple "truth" or bit of wisdom about daily life with dementia that might horrify normal folks but I betcha more than a few patients out there will be nodding..."yep"
For example, with the books: Reading was a big part of my life. With reading gone I now have a great deal more free time on my hands.
That may sound sarcastic and maybe initially it was but the bald truth is there seems to be some kind of cosmic balance at work, because with each loss of mental ability, I am also equally sure I could not do more right now no matter how…

What is on my bookshelf these days...

What's on my bookshelf? As of this morning, absolutely....nothing.

There are tent-pole events in the progression of dementia, points of significance where a non-trivial part of you is lost for good. Each of us attaches an importance to these events that is both unique and personal. For example if I awoke one day realizing I could no longer sing an opera, that would be a shruggable event at best because I never could before. It's like that old vaudeville joke about "Doctor! Doctor! Will I be able to play violin after the operation? Sure says the doc...Great! I never could before!" Boom-tish.

On the other hand when the loss represents an important and seemingly vital part of your life, the loss can bring grief no different than the loss of a beloved friend.

For me, that loss was the total and complete ability to read books and that hit me hard. Growing up in the wilds of the Ice Planet Hoth (aka rural Michigan) there were no other kids around, we barely had dirt roads…

I get to keep my credentials....my nerd credentials that is...

It is funny how times change...I was born in 1961 in the land of far, far away, AKA Kalamazoo, Michigan. Eisenhower severs diplomatic relations with Cuba, John F. Kennedy was sworn in as President of the United States and a chimpanzee named Ham had his ass shot into space, all in January of that year. An auspicious start to things, if you do enough drugs and look at them sideways.

I think I was born a nerd...which was far from a cool thing in the '60s (or '70s or '80s or most of the '90s either) and in fact I had this poster on my wall during middle school that inquired "Are You A Nerd?" and proceeded to point out all the (distasteful) traits of the nerd. Looked like this if curious:



I think I was twelve or so at that point...and was the only kid on the block with: a home made arc furnace in the basement, home made electronic security system including a very James Bond style hidden safe that you could only open by adjusting a faceplate on an electrical socke…

I'll Be There

I heard a new, well...new to me, song a few days ago called Even Though I’m Leaving I Ain’t Going Nowhere. It tells the story of a father and son, throughout their lives, in three basic acts. In the first act, the son is a young boy, asking his father not to go back to his own room because there are monsters in his room and he needs his father’s protection. Of course it ends with the father telling the son that even when he’s not here, he’ll be “there”. Hence, the title of the song. In the second act, the son has joined the military and is about to ship out when he realizes he needs his father. Again, the father reassures him he’ll always be “there”. Then, in the third and final act, we find the son at his father’s bedside, realizing the father is almost gone and then realizing he will be all alone and can’t do it on his own. One last time, the father reassures the son that he’ll always be “there”.
I know, I know, it’s a bit formulaic and predictable but it’s a formula that has alway…

CBD: It's not just for breakfast anymore...

News Flash: Sciatica Sucks.
When it strikes the pain can feel like lightning shooting through your spine. No drug or analgesic prescribed by your doctor will help much, if at all. To cap it off, the way sciatica works, that shooting, burning, searing pain you feel which leaves you in a quivering ball on the floor is largely just in your head.

What is sciatica? The Short Course:
Sciatica is an amazingly fucked up condition that can strike you at any point in life, there is no predicting or preventing it, once you get your first sciatica attack, its just that: the first. This will repeat the rest of your life and once they start your only option is to ride them out until the painful end.

Why won't pain meds help?
The condition starts when some part of the spinal nervous system gets pinched, usually in or near the vertebra. Its not the pinch of the nerve that hurts though; you may not actually feel it much. Its what happens after that hurts. When the nerve is pinched off long enough…

Me and my blank mind

Unfortunately, I seem to have hit another bump in the road concerning my writing skills. And it's making me feel as though I'm letting both my family and the readers of my posts down. I set out to document, from the patient's point of view, what the day to day life living with Lewy Body Dementia is truly like, the good, the bad and the ugly, no matter how ugly it became. But I fear I can no longer live up to this ideal of documenting all facets of this life.

As of late, it seems as though there is nothing in my warped little brain wanting to fight it's way out. I find myself staring at the walls, thinking of absolutely nothing and having not an iota of an idea of what I had been thinking of. It happens while I'm trying to pay attention to something, I just gradually slide into my dream world without even realizing it, only to return to the real world quite surprised to learn I had ever been missing. Even when I'm mostly aware of my surroundings, I find that my m…

Hempy Buckets: A Safe and Simple Alternative for the Disabled Grower

Greetings Kids, Jeff here with a little life lesson...no matter what to do or how you are set up, if you have a degenerative disease, there will come a point where the more sophisticated and high-production methods become too much and you are faced with that or giving up growing entirely.  In point of fact, I am at this point myself...when I first started growing with the idea of growing while disabled in mind I studied as many different methods of growing as I could find, just to have as much fundamental knowledge as is possible. Hempy buckets are an older method of growing going back quite a ways...I looked at these a few years ago but could not figure out how to make them work with the rest of the system I had designed and was working so they just became interesting ideas.

Well now that I am struggling my good friend and grow mentor reminded me of these...I had to do some refresher work but realized these could be a good middle-ground between struggling with a bigger system and gi…

Living the life given you

Where has my life gone? The one that Karen and I had always planned for as we reached our "Golden Years". The one that included our going from college town to college town in 3-4 year intervals, Karen teaching (she loves to teach and is very good at it) at the local community college, college, or university-
learning all about the local history, making new friends, and just immersing ourselves into a new culture every few years. The one where, after a lifetime of caregiving for others, we could just turn our attentions to each other and enjoy our newfound freedom. The one where we could take long walks, hand in hand and share our deepest secrets and desires. The one where we could be involved in all of our granddaughter's extracurricular's to the point of her embarrassment and our unending pride. The one where we just... could...

I find myself mourning for that lost world on occasion. It saddens me that my granddaughter might need a ride home from school after academic…