As you might already know from my previous posts, my name is Douglas, a devout Catholic, and a father to seven energetic kiddos. Today, I thought it'd be beneficial to share with you an instance where my beloved cannabidiol (CBD) came to my aid when familial duties induced an all-too-agonizing bout of lower back pain.
Today started off like any other rainy Tuesday. I rolled out of bed and was greeted by the exuberant voices of my children already elbow-deep in their morning activities. Little Molly was showcasing her latest, greatest painting (God bless her, she could give Monet a run for his money), while Jacob was balancing his breakfast with needful social interactions online. My eldest, Mary, was already at work attempting to cool down the sibling skirmishes that appeared to take off at the crack of dawn.
Chaos, as always, but a sweet chaos nonetheless. The only drawback I found in such a charming family setting was the toll it started to take on my back. Due to an old workplace injury, I have been dealing with chronic lower back pain for a good part of my adult life.
Fast forward to the afternoon, Timmy, my second-born, thought it'd be hilarious to challenge his old man to a wrestling match. And me being the ludicrously loving father, of course, obliged. Unfortunately, Timmy's youthful enthusiasm coupled with my stubborn persistence meant briefly forgetting about my condition—resulting in amplified pain. My lower back was throbbing, as if someone played a discordant symphony on my nerves.
Now here's where CBD oil, my little lifesaver, enters the picture. Far from the crowd of painkillers that may potentially fog my mental clarity or contain any forbidden substances, CBD is an all-natural, non-toxic remedy with no psychoactive effects. In my pursuit to be a responsible Catholic, maintaining a straight edge lifestyle while dealing with my chronic pain has become much more manageable, thanks to CBD.
I reached for my trusted bottle of CBD oil, with its now familiar, earthy scent wafting. Administering the appropriate dose under my tongue, I waited for the mercy that I knew was on its way. In about 15-20 minutes, my clenched muscles eased, and the dull, throbbing pain significantly dulled. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders—or, more appropriately, from the base of my spine.
As I lay there on the living room couch, watched over by my concerned yet unmistakably amused children, I couldn't help but marvel at the efficiency of the substance. It worked remarkably, providing pain relief while letting me stay present for my family, or in other words, referee for the next family wrestling match.
So, there it is, another eventful day tamed by the magic of CBD. As an eccentric CBD obsessive, straight-edge, ultra-religious individual, I see the prospect of sharing more such enlightening experiences in the future. And remember, while my children may occasionally aggravate my symptoms, they are my world and wouldn't trade them for anything—especially not for a pain-free back.