Right then, day two of my self-imposed, for-no-particular-reason, blogging marathon.
So, I was trying to decide what to do today; a bit of photography, some sort of fiction, a spot of musical composition, or how about some poetry..?
Then I realised I have some updated news on a previous post, one which generated some very helpful advice and kind words of support for my wife, the superhero.
As I told you in that earlier post, Rhonda has fibromyalgia, which she has been treating with a prescription drug called Cymbalta for nearly ten years. As with all medication, it has its pros and cons, including some nasty side effects and natural immunity, depending on the individual patient, but the choices are limited when treating this under-explored and little-understood condition so until recently she had stuck to the devil she knew, upping her dose slightly to compensate for an increase in her pain levels midway through last year.
Then the inevitable happened.
The continuous long term use of the same medication finally reached saturation point at the end of 2016; Rhonda became hypersensitive to cymbalta and decided that she was going to take herself off it. So you can imagine (except you probably can’t) how much fun her Christmas was, but as I’ve come to expect from Spoon Woman, she took it all in her stride.
Over the ten day holiday period, (when I was off work, but Rhonda had to work several shifts at the chip shop) my amazing wife put up with the unpleasant withdrawal symptoms, the dizziness and nausea, plus the sudden increase in pain as the medication left her system completely, until she was finally free of the treatment that had become a trauma. Then began the search for a replacement, for something Rhonda could use to control the symptoms of fibro, without the harmful side effects of pharmaceutical drugs.
Surprisingly, we found the solution in our local branch of high street health food emporium, Holland and Barrett; a £20 bottle of CBD oil. Often mistakenly described as “cannabis oil”, CBD oil is the non-psychoactive substance found in many strains of plants in the hemp family and has no recreational properties whatsoever and is completely legal in the UK.
There have been plenty of studies carried out which suggest CBD could have near-miraculous therapeutic powers but my lack experience with fibro hadn’t prompted me to think of it earlier. Rhonda, however, has researched her condition extensively and was already aware of the possibilities inherent in this natural supplement, so we sought it out.
After having partial success with a “crystalline isolate” that we ordered online (a very concentrated form of CBD, extracted and crystallized synthetically) we stumbled upon the real McCoy in the aforementioned retailer, supplied in handy dropper bottles, whilst on a family shopping expedition.
The dosage Rhonda decided on was three drops, twice a day, which she began taking the day we brought it home, which was when she discovered the one downside; the taste. The most memorable description so far was; “Like licking old motor oil off a dog turd”
But the results, well they were something else.
Within a week of first taking half a dozen drops of this relatively cheap food supplement oil per day, Rhonda told me she already felt better than she had before Christmas. Two weeks later and she was feeling better than she ever had, in the whole time she’d been taking cymbalta, the “official” treatment.
Now, a mere two months since my superhero wife weaned herself off her own personal kryptonite, Rhonda looks happier and less tired, smiles and laughs more often and tells me that she has “some days when I actually feel GOOD” and that in itself is miraculous as far as I’m concerned.
So if you’re a secret superhero and you are wondering if CBD oil is worth a try, take it from Spoon Woman, it’s worth it.