From Steroid Moon to Cannabis Bloom: My High-Speed Life Update
The 1987 Gateway: Meeting Steve & The Jazz Cabbage
It all started back in 1987 when I met Steve. He didn’t just bring romance into my life; he brought the “devil’s lettuce.” Back then, we weren’t “patients”—we were just high. Sometimes I’d get so couch-locked my muscles felt like mashed potatoes, but mostly we just hung out at the park or went fishing. There’s nothing quite like a high-altitude stare-down with a bass to make you forget your worries. Eventually, “adulting” took over; I had kids and put the pipe down for a few decades.
The “Moon Face” Meltdown: When Modern Meds Went Rogue
Fast forward to a few years ago. Between osteoarthritis, fibromyalgia, and a laundry list of other health issues, I was basically a walking pharmacy. As an identical twin, my sister and I have never been at 100% health-wise, but the “pro” doctors really outdid themselves this time. I ended up in the ER with a case of Moon Face so round you couldn’t see my ears from the front. Thanks to a steroid overdose and massive edema, I looked nine months pregnant and my skin hurt just to touch. I wasn’t just sick; I was a human water balloon.
Professor Steve’s Weed 101: The Terpene Transformation
That’s when Steve stepped back in with a masterclass. He broke down the “alphabet soup” of cannabinoids—CBD, CBG, Sativa, and Indica—and explained how terpenes (the natural aromatic oils that give strains their unique scent and effects) actually help my specific ailments. I went from being a “victim” of my meds to a cannabis connoisseur.
The Curated Collection: My Pharmacy in a Jar
Now, I don’t just “smoke weed”—I manage a botanical inventory tailored to my body’s daily drama:
The Migraine Slayers (Daytime): Jack Herer and White Widow. These are packed with Terpinolene and Pinene, which act like a “zesty Force push” for my brain, keeping me alert without the jitters.
The Afternoon Chill: Gelato. With a mix of Limonene and Caryophyllene, it’s a nice relaxing day in a jar—perfect for when I want to feel good but still remember where I put my keys.
The Whole-Body Hug (Evening): Granddaddy Purple. This one is high in Myrcene, which provides that heavy sedation I need to actually sleep despite the spondylosis.
The All-Time Favorite: Blueberry Muffins. It tastes exactly like a bakery on the exhale, and the terpenes hit all my “trouble spots” at once.
The Twin Factor: Double the Trouble, Half the Certainty
Being an identical twin means we share everything—the same face, the same DNA, and unfortunately, the same “lemon” health rating. We’ve been a matched set of medical mysteries since birth, but when it came to the “cloud,” I realized our bodies are like two different radios tuned to the same station. I’m trying to convince her that if my spondylosis can be tamed by a plant that tastes like a bakery, her health might finally hit that 100% mark too
The Verdict: Trading Pills for the Cloud
I’m off most of those nasty meds now. I still check my terpenes like a hawk because nobody has time for “jittery” side effects when you’re already juggling fibromyalgia. My pain and headaches are now under control thanks to… well, you know the names: Cannabis, marijuana, ganja, the cloud and Seedsman.
love you baby seedling 
I also took a screenshot from the terp-list 
. Bless ya both.
, just doing it 
, got All the wood shop stuff done 
I hope.