My name is Oro Cas and I am a chronic pain sufferer. A fifty foot fall in my 20’s, a lightning strike at 40, and 30 years of driving tractor-trailer have taken a toll on my body and nerves. As of my last spine series, I have 3 dead discs, 2 ruptured discs, osteoarthritis, rheumatoid arthritis, and degenerative disc disorder. Needless to say, I am a patient at a pain clinic where over the past two years I have gone from 10mg of Oxycontin once a day to 20mg twice a day.
I’m getting close to a time where there will have to be some major decisions made. Decisions that I dread. Do I have surgery with the hope of better mobility and pain relief? The opinions from two neurosurgeons were no help. One said call me when you’re ready for surgery, the other said you have a 50-50 chance. Surgery could make things better, but it could also make things worse.
My other decision is the best way to manage my pain. Do I continue with the ever increasing dosage of my pain medication, becoming a couch zombie, or do I try and find something that will work in conjunction with my pain medication, so I can level off my dosage.
I’m too young to resign myself to life in my recliner, so I went on the hunt. The first thing I did was get signed up in my state’s medical cannabis program. Cannabis is a great supplement to my Oxycontin. With the myriad of today’s science in the production of Cannabis, I can pick the strain best suited for my needs. The only problem … It’s cost prohibitive. To be truly effective on a continual basis I would have to spend on average of $600 a month.
So while I use medicinal cannabis as often as possible, I’m also on the hunt for products that alleviate my pain and muscle spasms, and is maybe something I can pass on to others that are sailing with me on the chronic pain boat.
After much searching and researching, I happened to see the name of an old friend on Linkedin. After catching up, we got to the point in the conversation where I mention having to curtail many of my outdoor activities due to my spinal problems. My friend tells me about a product that has given him great results with his own back pain and turns me on to his website.
I like what I saw when I looked into the product, and today I received my first shipment, so I’m inviting you to travel along with me. Maybe something I find might help someone else in their journey for relief from chronic pain. So, as I record my results, I’ll be sharing them here. REDOX is Here!
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I found the following piece of literature in a 1959 National Geographic magazine that I own. It is part of a huge collection that I purchased from an estate.
This writing can also be found inscribed on “The Old Drum Memorial” in Warrensburg Missouri and was written in 1870.
A Tribute To The Dog
A speech made by the late Senator Vest of Missouri in the trial of a man at Warrensburg, who had wantonly shot a dog belonging to a neighbor. Mr. Vest represented the plantiff, who demanded $200. damages.
As a result of the following speech, the jury, after two minutes of deliberation awarded the plantiff $500.
Gentlemen of the jury: The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and good name, may become traitors to their faith.
The money a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A mans reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud above our head.
The ONE absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his DOG.
“Gentlemen of the jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side.
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a Prince.
When all other friends desert he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
Courtesy of “The Daily Star- Journal” Warrensburg MO dated 1870
Yesterday was the “Best day ever… so far for good reason but I need to start from the beginning.
Three days ago I met up with a couple that I was buying a small table from. The sale originated on FB Marketplace while I was searching for book shelves along with anything else that would help us get our “Storage Store” up and running.
We met in the parking lot of a local business and proceeded with the deal on the table along with some friendly conversation about buying and selling and then it happened. The question I get asked quite frequently which is “Do you use cannabis?”
Of course my answer is always yes to that question since I am a card carrying medical cannabis user.
From there the conversation was all about our personal experiences with the new cannabis laws and the state run dispensaries when suddenly the gentleman asked me if I was getting my meds delivered to my front door.
I knew there was a way to get delivery if you lived in or close to one of the big cities but since we live in the far western tip of Maryland I always figured there was no way to get this service.
It turns out I should have checked into the possibilities back then because there really is a way to get your cannabis delivered if you live anywhere in Maryland except the Eastern Shore and some parts of southern Maryland.
So today I am sitting here waiting for a confirmation call or text letting me know my order is on its way to my front door. O HAPPY DAY!!!
It is time for everyone to embrace cannabis for the medicine that it really is and the fact that I can have it delivered to my door is proof we are headed in the right direction.
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Does cannabis live up to its mythological reputation as an intense aphrodisiac from the depths of Lilith’s womb?
This story is the first of many that I will be publishing here that have to do with the old west and gold mining around the 49er era. They are all unique in the fact that, even though they are printed here in their original form, no credit can be given to the original authors due to the source where they were found.
I was living in an active gold camp along the Stanislaus River outside of Columbia California in 2013 when I found these stories in a book in a store. When I ask the price of the book I was told since it was a 2nd printing from 1897 it wasn’t for sale but I was invited to read it and copy some of the contents.
I spent a lot of time at the store every week when I made my usual trip to town for supplies. Since most of the stories are fairly short I was able to copy almost the entire book and I believe it is time to share them in a different format for everyone to enjoy.
Now on to the first story on the list.
“Found A Nugget Digging A Grave”
|In a manner very reminiscent of the old western movie “Paint Your Wagon” – this great find was made when digging a grave. This is an exciting story connected with the finding of the Oliver Martin nugget, one of the largest ever found in California, which sold for $22,700, after it had earned $10,000 from exhibition in various parts of the country (the value would make the weight very nearly 1100 ounces of gold).
Although a young man, Oliver Martin was little better than a tramp. He spent his time in doing odd jobs and drinking whiskey around the mining camps of Yuba, Tuolumne, El Dorado and Calaveras counties. He didn’t even own a pan, much less a rocker or long torn. One of his close companions was John Fowler, who was equally shiftless and dissipated.
One night in November, 1854, the two were on their way from Benton’s bar over the Grizzly Mountains to Camp Corona, the spot made famous in literature by Bret Harte. The fall rains had begun, and the streams were running high. On the night of the 7th, almost stupid with drink, the two sought refuge in a deserted miner’s hut.
During the night a heavy rain, peculiar to the mountain ranges, set in. The water fell in torrents, and came pouring down the precipitous mountain sides. The narrow canyon where Martin and Fowler lay asleep and drunk was soon filled with the rushing waters, which threatened to sweep away the old shack of a building in which they were resting. They were awakened by the water pouring into the cabin, and sought to escape by climbing the steep sides of the canon.
Both men were swept back into the flood and were carried down the stream in the darkness. Martin was washed into a clump of live oaks, and managed to lodge, clinging to the branches until morning, but his friend Fowler was not so lucky and had drowned.
The next day, November 8th, toward noon, when the waters had subsided, Martin secured a pick and shovel, and started to bury his dead companion. He selected a sandy spot at the base of the cliff, and had not dug down two feet when he came upon the nugget.
He made several tests before he could convince himself that it was really gold. The chunk was bigger than a bull’s head, and far too heavy for Martin to carry by himself. He hurried to Camp Corona to secure help. He had some difficulty in persuading anyone to go with him. At last one of the miners consented, but carefully made the statement that he was going to help bury Fowler, and not to carry nuggets, as he, like others in the camp, placed no confidence in Martin’s story.
The chunk weighed eighty pounds and required the combined efforts of Oliver and his assistant to get it to the camp. Before starting back to camp, both men staked claims, Martin, of course, claiming the spot where he had unearthed the big nugget.
As soon as the news of the great find spread, miners flocked in by hundreds, but although the stream was carefully prospected for miles, nothing of any great value was found. Martin considered that his find and the peculiar circumstances attending it was an act of Providence, and he never touched intoxicants thereafter.
With the money he got from the sale of his nugget he went to mining in a business-like manner. Later he was attracted to Yucatan, where he made over half a million in quartz mining. He died in New Orleans a few years ago, leaving a fortune of over a million dollars.