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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 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…