So ya know how people find out ya have cancer and they are sure they have the cure? We've got our first one. Mr. Lime was waiting for me anxiously to arrive home so he could give me the simple alternative to surgery involving the words "neck dissection" (and isn't that a fun word for the day, kiddies?) and follow-up ingestion of radioactive isotopes rendering me untouchable for a week or more. (I wonder if that comes with a complimentary goat-hair dress and some groovy temporary tattoos replicating leprous lesions so I can go about alerting passerby than I am "Unclean...unclean!!! Stay away! I'm unclean!")
Yes folks, with just a little cannabinoid oil I can be cancer free! According to this reputable source, it's derived from.....(looks around suspiciously)...marijuana! In case we're worried about the hallucinogenic effects we are to fear no more because the oil distills out all the nasty stuff and leaves us with the godly bits intended for our health and healing.
I kid you not. This was the recommendation given to us.
Here then is the subsequent conversation at Chez Lime.
Mr. Lime: I'm telling ya, this is it...we have to move to Seattle now. Forget the states where it's only medical marijuana that's allowed.
Isaac: We don't need to move I can hook ya up with all the pot you need. I know about 50 kids at school who sell it.
Calypso: Yeah, just down the block we can find four kids who sell it.
Me: Ok, you all are talking about moving to where pot is legal and everyone but me knows where to buy this stuff locally and yet I am the one regarded as the crazy hippie liberal. I can see my job is done here....
One thing I know for sure is we had a good laugh. And good laughs are good medicine.
*Cure may cause cravings for snack foods