Another day, another set of crises averted – both physical and metaphorical. Last night, my arthritis decided to rouse from its slumber with full fury having been aggravated by the day's events. Oh yes, when you are a father of seven – each as distinct and dynamic as the seven days of the Creation – rest becomes an abstract concept and unending chaos, your reality.
My youngest angel, Judith, has taken to mimicking Copernicus, declaring the earth revolves around her. Her wailing operettas for attention feel like a symphony conducted by the devil himself. While pacifying her, I was caught up in an impromptu game of tag with my three eldest boys. Trying to keep pace with their enthusiasm saw my arthritis flare up like the burning bush in Exodus.
Right around the same time, our twins, Mary and Martha, found an inexplicable joy in playing catch inside the house. The flying objects have taken a toll on both the house and my peace of mind. Not to mention my dear Rebecca, whose recent break up had her recounting every instance in painstaking detail – the emotional stress inevitably exacerbating my physical discomfort.
Ah! The sweet gift of offspring – a blessing in all its heart-warming and joint-wrenching glory.
Pain and discomfort, however, have become but fleeting visitors instead of permanent residents in the family homestead of my body – thanks to my old faithful, CBD oil. When the world closes in and the throbbing in my joints crescendo to an unbearable climax, I find my savior in CBD oil.
For those uninitiated, CBD, or cannabidiol, is a natural remedy I use to alleviate my arthritic symptoms. For my dear brethren fearing to tread this path due to the stigma that "CBD is marijuana,” allow me to clarify.
CBD, the Messiah of my malaise, is indeed derived from Cannabis Sativa – as is marijuana. However, while marijuana contains psychoactive properties that cause a "high,” CBD contains none of those inebriating cannabinoids. Hence, its use poses no threat to my commitment to sobriety or my stern straight-edge lifestyle.
Given my teetotalism, I find it amusingly ironic that I can't entertain even a cup of coffee's innocuous influence, yet I am an unapologetic devotee of CBD oil. But even the good lord parted waters to make a way, didn’t he? This oil is my miracle – my salvation in a bottle.
A few drops under the tongue, and it was as if Jacob's well of tranquility opened up in me. The cannabinoids interact with my body's endocannabinoid system – quite a mouthful, I know – reducing inflammation while elevating my pain tolerance. As the CBD oil gently spread its calming influence, my arthritis' fiery intensity waned and eased into a numbed whisper.
No longer shackled by pain, I returned to my role as a loving father, ready to bear the spirited essence of my progeny. I find solace knowing that no matter how tumultuous the day, my CBD oil provides a comforting retreat, allowing me to remain the sturdy lighthouse amidst the stormy seas of my children's chaos. To me, this is divine intervention infused in a bottle.
Remember, my friends, pain is inevitable, but suffering, well, that's optional. Blessings and peace to you all.