Hello everyone, this is Douglas, your faithful CBD enthusiast, coming to you with another tale of living a CBD-oriented life while tackling the unpredictability of parenthood. Today, I am eager to share my intricate journey of combating arthritic pain while being your beloved, well-beaten punching bag for seven jovial but exasperating little souls.
My children, God's greatest gifts, are a pure embodiment of high-energy dynamism, from naughty pranks to incessant chatter, leaving me completely drained by day's end. Unfortunately, this energetic world of mine also leads to an exacerbation of my arthritic condition, especially in my hands and knees.
Every morning is a battle in our house. From tying shoelaces to fixing uniforms, every small task appears like a marathon with arthritic hands. My dear Rebecca, the youngest of the lot, carries this incessant need for creating Barbie doll stories where my participation is non-negotiable. Playing along, my fingers contort into unthinkably torturous shapes to animate her dolls for hours, an act that leaves me throbbing in pain.
Similarly, my sporty boys, Joseph and Mark, rarely miss an opportunity to challenge me in a football match. Their confidence warms my heart but also thrashes my knees. Bit by bit, every sprint, tackle, and sudden turn worsens my arthritis, leaving me gasping in pain.
However, amidst the disarray and pain, there is one soothing constant – Cannabidiol or CBD, my now trusted companion on this arduous journey of parenthood. With its apparent anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving properties, CBD has proven to be an indispensable part of my daily regimen.
I continue my selection of a broad-spectrum, high-quality CBD oil, ensuring it has no traces of THC. I meticulously avoid any form of intoxicant, staying true to my steadfast commitment to sobriety and my Catholic faith.
My day starts and ends with a carefully measured dose of CBD oil. I apply it in the painful areas like a topical, allowing the cannabinoids to seep into the skin and work their magic by interacting with the endocannabinoid system present in our bodies. The oil, with its surprisingly pleasant nutty flavor, subtly reduces inflammation, promotes better sleep, and thus, improves my overall quality of life.
Beyond the physical ailments, my encounters with CBD have slipped into my solace-seeking moments. After an exhausting day of enjoyable agony, soaking in a hot bath laced with CBD bath salts under soft chapel music lightens my mood and eases my physical discomfort.
For me, CBD is not a miracle, nor a trend, it is instead a necessity. It helps manage my pain, lets me keep pace with my lively children, and live the fulfilling family life that I hold dear. Faith and CBD oil have become intertwined in my life, a synergy that allows me to be a present and participating father, minus the debilitating pain.
Remember, my dear readers, my journey and experiences with CBD are personal and may not mirror yours. Always consult a healthcare professional before integrating CBD into your regimen.
Until next time, this is Douglas, signing off, ready to embrace the chaos that my beautiful children will undoubtedly reign down tomorrow, with my handy CBD oil within arm's reach.