Update on the face. I went to the referring weed doctor. It was strange location and somewhat seedy (and weedy- smelling). There were about seven people waiting to be seen and lots of forms to fill out. I brought my medical records, but they wanted a repeat; probably to make sure it was really me. The people around me were a mixed lot. A woman who looked like she needed drugs. An older man dressed up as if it were a job interview and a guy with a back pack that read his Kindle. The doctors seemed professional, kinda casual, but above board (at least wearing ties). The guy I saw had diplomas all over the wall and had graduated with my naturopath. He told me about some different vitamins to try to promote anti inflammation and had a referral to a specialist in trigeminal neuralgia. He said that most patients need two years of documented pain and treatments, but that my allergies to drugs tried would qualify me. Okay.....that part I didn't quite buy, because I've refused to take the typical pain meds, but he said he understood my reluctance to do opiates.
I asked about where I could get the "stuff" and he said he wasn't allowed to discuss it, that somebody else would give me referrals. I return to the waiting room and a new guy calls me in to talk about logistics.
New guy, Brandon, sat me down and said that he had my presciption. Special tamperproof, heat resistant weird paper. Two of them in fact; one to keep with me at all times and one to keep with the weed. He asked if I had minors or guns in the house. I told him I had guns and that I didn't have kids. He asked if I carried a weapon and I told him I did if I was riding alone. He said I need to be sure never to carry my weapon while transporting my medicine and at home, the medicine needed to be kept separate from my weapon. I guess I won't ride a horse when I purchase drugs... That also seems reasonable because I've never kept my gun with my Tylenol. He asked if I understood that I shouldn't sell my medicine to minors. This needs to be asked? I suppose so.
He then told me that there were over 800 dispensararies in the Seattle area with 3-4 opening weekly. So how do I go to a good one, I ask. He very seriously said that if it was in a bad part of town and seemed shady or if the person said they had stuff to get me really high, it probably wasn't an ideal place. Oh, darn. I was gearing up to ride a horse and bring my gun and hope to get some really good stuff to sell to minors. So much for my Pony Express Drug Delivery idea. We did discuss edibles and subliminal tinctures as my form of meds. There is also a topical cream, so that might work, too. I am so hoping that they have the right combo to take the edge off these face twinges.
On a positive note, I received five shots in order to volunteer with Trusty at Camp Korey. My arm hurt like hell for the last few days, but we'll be spreading joys to special kids soon. We're scheduled for seven weeks this summer, twice a week for an hour of general cuteness and joy. I also had a blood draw to be sure I had Mumps and Chicken pox and rule out TB.
I thought it best to do all these tests prior to picking up my new medicine. I will not be selling it to any kids at camp, I can assure you.
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