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EDITOR’S NOTE: In this real-life story, novelist Catherine Finger shares the relief she found on her healing journey with the help of CBD.
I show horses. And I am old. Ish. Old-ish. Let’s put it this way: if 59 is the new middle age, then I’m right in the middle of middle age. All of this to say that CBD oil has become this girl’s best friend.
Truth be told, I am one of those people easily led to try new things—once you’ve earned my respect. I am a writer, a Midwesterner, and a Catholic—and thus a card-carrying skeptic. The owners of the two local health food stores I frequent have earned my utmost respect and receptivity to product suggestions over time. The one by suggesting I try a box of chocolate covered sea salt coconut macaroons—the other via a gluten and dairy free chicken pot pie I now serve to company on special occasions. So, when I limped into both stores on different occasions in mad pursuit of pain management solutions for my ever-worsening arthritis—they already had my attention.
The first time I asked for their help with arthritis pain was in preparation for a weeklong equine event. I wanted to be able to ride as long and well as possible and was inquiring after the strongest combination of Curamin and whatever else they might recommend. My store owner friend in northern Illinois asked me if I’d tried CBD oil for my pain. This was two years ago, and the product had just become available. I was hesitant—but I trusted her, and so she sent me home with a bottle of 25 mg strength CBD oil. I went along with her suggestion on dosage, more or less. More, actually. Her suggestion was 5 drops under the tongue once a day for a week and then slowly upping the amount as needed. My decision was to go with 5 drops for the first dosage, 6 drops the next day, 10 drops the day after that, and well, you get the idea.
The great news is—I did experience reduced inflammation and joint pain. The not so great news is I cannot honestly tell you much about the dosage as I pretty much just went by pain level as my dosage indicator. More pain equaled more drops, less pain equaled less. It worked for me, and my horse and I excelled. As we grew stronger in our events, we expanded our show schedule and at the end of our second year competing together, we were ready to face a two-and-a-half week-long competition. I was traveling quite a bit at the time and landed in my second favorite health food store for pain management advice in preparation for this big event.
This store owner (he of the sea salt macaroons fame) listened to my tales of pain and pushing through pain, and suggested I try a heartier dose of CBD oil—which oddly, had not actually occurred to me. So, I moved into the 750 mg arena—which I thought was crazy at the time—but man oh man, did I see results when I needed them most! Or rather, I felt the results. In a very short span of time, I had a greater range of motion and was able to ride longer with minimal pain as a result of the higher concentration CBD oil. Naturally I then graduated to the 1500 mg for the most intense days and nights of competition—with excellent results.
As I look down the barrel of a whole new year—the start of a new decade, really—my newfound higher concentrate CBD oil is already a part of my pain management and personal wellness profile for 2020. I travel with a small camper van, and there are two brand new little bottles of CBD oil already packed and ready for my next road trip. Sometimes an oil change is all a girl needs to keep on rolling down the highways of life.
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