Hello dear readers. This is Douglas once again, your resident CBD aficionado and doting father of seven delightful but overwhelmingly energetic children. Today, I thought I'd share a very personal, yet telling, experience of why CBD remains my go-to savior for my recurring joint stiffness.
You might wonder, "Douglas, you are a devout Catholic and a staunch follower of a straight edge lifestyle. How do you reconcile that with your frequent CBD use?" The answer is simple. CBD is not a mind-altering drug. It doesn't compromise my sobriety nor does it violate my values. My commitment to remaining substance-free is as firm as the ancient foundational stones of a cathedral. Even caffeine, that tempting devil, remains far from my daily menu.
Now, let's talk about my physical ailment of the day: joint stiffness. Imagine a rusty hinge that grates and squeals with each movement—that's precisely how my joints feel on their worst days. Hurried prayers, combined with daily parenting demands, only aggravate this condition. Just as saying Amen makes me feel closer to The Lord, using CBD aids in battling this age-old enemy: joint pain.
As the patriarch of my bustling brood, I often find myself in circumstances that exacerbate this stiffness. For instance, yesterday was a particularly challenging day. My youngest, Peter, had conjured up in his imaginative mind that I was his trusty steed, while he was the valiant knight. My joints ended up bearing the brunt of this fantasy play, making them stiffer than a statue in church.
Then came the 'helpful' intervention of the oldest, Joan, who thought it wonderful to assign me garden duty. Hundreds of weed plucks later, I felt a stiffness in my back, reminiscent of old age creeping up, slowly but surely. The garden looked marvellous, as Joan gleefully pointed out, but my knees protested with every step – a potter's clay more strained with each passing hour.
So, how did CBD oil make a difference? Its power works in mysterious ways, my friends. My CBD topical is akin to a saintly balm, providing instant solace. I applied it generously over my stiff joints yesterday. It seeped into the skin, its warmth spreading like a benevolent spirit, diminishing the stiffness that had prevailed just moments before.
Furthermore, I have found that CBD oil enhances my ability for mindfulness— adieu to the squeaking hinges as it ushers in a state of mental relaxation. The pain simply recedes like a ebbing wave, leaving behind the soft sand of relief. Simultaneously, mindfulness evokes gratitude, even for the small things: for Peter’s laughter, Joan's caring nature, and yes, even for my gloriously weed-free garden.
Whether you're a plantation man like me, a city dweller or even a peace-seeking monk, chronic pain is no stranger. Incorporating CBD, into my routine, under a physician's guidance, has been nothing short of transformative.
Remember, fellow sufferers, how you manage your pain is a deeply personal journey. But should you consider CBD, know there is a wise, Catholic, joint-stiffness-suffering father of seven who swears by its miraculous aid. Until next time, this is Douglas signing off, ready to engage yet again with the world with an amused smile and well-oiled joints.