Fair Tyme

Years ago my wife came up with fair bingo and it has sort of evolved to a very odd place. This morning we had the draft where we selected this year's squares and then we each made our own cards.

This is my favorite time of year. My wife and I celebrated our 12th anniversary over the weekend, football returns Thursday and the Sandwich Fair begins on Wednesday.

The fair has become a tradition for our family, which is funny because we used to knock it. Last year, I lost our kid at the fair. We both had to go to the bathroom and she didn't realize that the restroom had more than one exit. Of course she exited on the side she didn't enter. That was scary. A Good Samaritan came to her aid and took her to the DeKalb police and we eventually heard our names called over the loud speaker. Talk about feeling like a failure.

It's been three days since my dispensary purchase. I'm still not sure about using marijuana for chronic pain. I don't have an issue with the electronic stimulator or dry needling because those treatments doesn't mess with my body's chemistry. In fact, when I was in the hospital a nurse and my wife had to talk me into taking hydrocodone. I even quit a 3,200 mg daily dose of Gabapentin over a year ago because I didn't want to rely on a drug for the rest of my life. I think the reason I'm hesitant is because yeah, it distracts from the pain, but I also no longer feel in control once I'm stoned. Before our daughter existed, partying was O.K., but now the responsibility of being in charge of her life gives me anxiety. Also, I have an irrational fear the world is on the verge of war at all times. I just checked the Doomsday Clock and it's 11:58. MAGA!

I know as soon as I'm done lighting up that the nuclear warheads are going to start falling from the sky. Instead of going outside to die in the initial blast and quickly being obliterated, I won't be thinking straight. I'll be so confused that I'll probably find a fallout shelter, survive the blast and die alone miserably and slowly in the wastelands at the hands of some raider or Deathclaw. Tragic. I'm that paranoid and that's why I should stick with the indica and not the sativa. See, I've learned something. For real though, I want to go out like Sarah Connor in Terminator 2: Judgement Day holding onto that fence outside the playground during her vision of the end of man and the rise of my kind, the robots.