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So I suppose I first started smoking marijuana when I was a teenager way back in the 1970s experimentation and all that stuff. And it was a very pleasant effect, I must say. I stopped smoking when I got married, I didn't find it did anything untoward to me but there we go.

Anyway, about five six years ago I believe I decided to look into marijuana again and how it would affect my multiple sclerosis and also the THC oil as well. So, I did a lot of research and I spoke to a lot of people all over the world who had been using marijuana and THC oil to combat the effects of their multiple sclerosis.

The reasoning for this is that I do not like taking opioids as they turned me into a total zombie. And it seems that all of the big farmer stuff I get from the doctors, if there is a side effect on the packet, I usually get it. That's the problem. My body is so damn sensitive to everything.

That's why I went down the route of medical marijuana and THC -cbd oil I had heard from my MS nurse that marijuana, medical marijuana, was legal for people with illness in the UK. As the MS nurse had just come back from the conference and gave me the address of a website....

I looked at the website in slight disbelief thinking, "Oh my gosh! Medical marijuana legal in the United Kingdom and THC CBD oil. That literally blew my mind." And then I looked on the website and, well, it asked some simple questions and I followed the questions and gave my answers and whatnot.

I sent my records, my medical records, that is to the clinic and then I was given a consultation and after the consultation and after the reading of my medical records and everything, they then put me on THC, CBD oil. I sent my records, my medical records, that is to the clinic and then I was given a consultation over zoom and after the consultation and after the reading of my medical records and everything, they then put me on THC, CBD oil and the flower, which is marijuana oil and the flower, which is marijuana.

I get my medical marijuana and THC oil delivered. It's a good system and I do recommend that you get in contact with one of these clinics as they really do help and they really do know what they're on about. I use the Sapphire Clinic in the UK and they are very good, very caring and listen. Yes, I know you have to pay for the consultations, but it is really well worth it. They don't rush you and they take time to understand what you're talking about. So yes, I would say it is amazing, brilliant and it has changed my life for the better.

"Exactly. How did medical marijuana and THC oil help me

Well exactly where do I start? How many accidents did I have? Well the spasms are... 50% gone. And it was the spasms that caused me to break more bones in my body than you could believe. Before I was in the power chair, I used to use sticks and I used to get such severe spasms that my legs, well I'd kick things for no reason. It's like oh look there's a dust bin and bang I would just kick it Yes, you guessed it. I have broken every toe on My both feet my God. It's absolutely a nightmare.

The bruising the matter nails that came off Yes, so it is really bad news and Luckily, I haven't had those massive bad spasms anymore I've kicked doors door frames God knows what and it's bloody painful. That's for sure I've walked into door frames, I've concussed myself, God knows how many times when I've walked into things. Oh my God, I was like a walking accident waiting to happen.

The thing is you still think you can do everything even when you can't and when you try it always results in an accident with me. It's not very funny but it's true. But I have since realised that being safe, being careful is the best way. Anyway, I'm getting off the subject that I was on about. So the CBD oil and the flour helped me with my spasms, helped me with my pain, they helped me just be me, they helped me relax, they helped me sleep, they make my life happier. I would say that I am more aware.

I don't suffer the off my head side effects as I've been smoking it for nearly what, five years now. So it doesn't affect me like that. So yes, it is very strange, but it really does work. It really does get rid of a lot of the pain. And then you don't have to suffer all the constipation and all the other side effects that tablets may have on you like it did me.

Switching to medical marijuana and THC oil was the best thing that I have ever done in my life and yes I know that some people might think oh dear it's a drug and it leads to other things. Well I can assure you it does not lead to other things it is not a gateway drug for me I use it specifically medically I don't even drink alcohol and I don't smoke tobacco So, the bottom line is, it just depends on who you are and how you feel about things, to be fair. Me, I thought, well, I've got to try this because I was going downhill at a rate of knots. That is unreal.

Progressive MS is not a nice thing, and I have this histamine reaction thing which causes me even more problems with my vagus nerve, and then there's my autonomic dysfunction. You know, all these things, it's just mad, and then I have heart issues. So, yeah, the THC CBD is helping me, and personally for me it works. It might not work for other people, but there we go. That's my living truth. And I think really it's up to the person, but you should always seek medical help first before you go down that route and do some research.

some useful links below to help maybe on your journey

curaleaf clinic

ms society

Cannabis and multiple sclerosis

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Here I am again—nobly fused to my chair like some relic of British stubbornness—gazing out of the window at the national weather forecast: wet, with a 100% chance of more wet. If grey skies were a national currency, we’d be laughing all the way to the food bank. Outside, the world carries on with its usual grim determination. Cars hum by on the main road, all in a hurry to get absolutely nowhere worth going. The local train wheezes around the loop like it’s got a purpose—bless it. And then the HSTs roar over the viaduct like they’re auditioning for a midlife crisis on wheels. What are they even rushing for? Everything’s still going to be crap when they get there. And the sheep—oh, the sheep. Standing around in the rain, bleating into the void like drunk students at a philosophy open mic. Not a brain cell between them, just damp wool and existential confusion. Honestly, if reincarnation's real, I must've pissed off someone important. Over all this melodrama, my music plays softly. Well, not so much softly as "pointlessly," because I've already got my own built-in horror soundtrack—tinnitus. That sweet, sweet screech that says “good morning” before I even open my eyes. Sometimes it hums, sometimes it screams, sometimes it sounds like someone’s microwaving a wasp inside my skull. Delightful. I remember when it first began—driving along the A39, minding my own business, when bam, reality decided to turn into a low-budget horror film. Been over ten years now. Ten years of having my own private noise machine jammed into my head. Wouldn't recommend it. As if that wasn’t already enough to make life feel like a practical joke, I’ve got MS too. The balance is shot. The fingers don’t work. The keyboard’s just a decorative item now. I dictate everything into my phone like I’m issuing commands to a particularly thick servant. Flashback time—around 25 years ago, I’m doing the washing up, pretending to be normal. Suddenly I notice the dishwater’s gone red. Thought the tomatoes had gotten out of hand—turns out, I’d stabbed myself in the hand. Didn’t feel a thing. Just stood there wondering if I’d invented blood-flavoured Fairy Liquid. That was just the start. Since then, I’ve had more accidents than a drunk toddler on roller skates. Broke both shoulders falling over. Multiple scars, most of them self-inflicted through sheer bloody-mindedness. Fell off a ladder, got back on it, fell off again. You’d think at some point I’d learn. But no—this is Britain. We don’t quit, we just keep making the same mistakes with added sarcasm. So now, I’ve accepted that my life is part soap opera, part public safety announcement. My body's turned into a rogue machine, and my brain’s mostly fog and loud noises. I don’t fear death—it’s not exactly hiding. Shows up every morning, waving from the corner like an overly familiar neighbour. And still, I sit here. Watching the rain, listening to the sheep, absorbing the relentless mediocrity of everything. It’s not tragic, it’s not heroic—it’s just... Tuesday. Sucks to be me? Oh, absolutely. But hey—if you can’t laugh at your own spectacular misfortune, what’s the point?

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