I didn’t know if God was punishing me. I had taken off work in the middle of the day to walk my dog Hemp, because it was a friday and I needed a dose of sunshine. I was walking him down Fountain Ave, when 3 dogs started running at us. There was a crack in the gate and one by one they poured onto the sidewalk. Now, Fountain is an extremely narrow and very, very busy street, so what was I going to do? Run away so the dogs could each find their death running into traffic? I began yelling as loud as I could “Your dogs are getting out! Help! Your dogs!! YOUR DOGS!!” All 3 were circling me trying to get to my dog who I was barricading with my body. There were two bull dogs and a bull dog-pit mix. Finally after a good 30 seconds of dodging the owners came out and got 2 of the 3. But this pit-bulldog mix was perfectly squared up to Hemp ready to take a bite out of his neck. *Now I want to make it clear I have no hatred/anger for any dog or any dog breed!!! NONE!!! But, I need you to understand the severity of the bite impact / PSI* The dog lunged and I jumped in the middle. Everyone says that people who put their hands in the way of a dog fight are stupid? But It was my hands or Hemp’s neck and my motherly impulses took over.
The dog grabbed onto my hand and it wouldn’t let go. The owners began screaming, not to stop the dog, but out of sheer horror, they were obviously oblivious that their dog was capable of this. It didn’t let go for about 10 seconds. Finally when it did I was in shock! I actually remained in shock for the proceeding 6 hours. The owner drove me home and I told him he was buying me a manicure (he did). He also paid for all of my medical costs, and despite his irresponsibility in that circumstance, seemed to be a good guy. My mom ended up taking me first to a clinic, but the bite was too deep and we were off to the Emergency room. And this was where our hemp journey began. The pain started to set in when I got a bed at the ER, about 6 hours after the bite. I finally felt safe and that’s when my body went out of shock and let itself feel pain again. For this, they gave me morphine. So much morphine. The nurses were concerned as to why I kept asking for more morphine, but the thing was, the drugs were not helping the pain? The more morphine I took the more cloudy my head became, yet the not pain was not going away?
When I got home I iced my hand and consumed about 100mgs of CBD. No pain. The next day I continued to dose very high at about 75mgs with breakfast and 75mgs with dinner. And despite the fact that my hand seemed to be trying to explode it was so swollen, as shown in the picture below, there was no pain (as long as I didn’t accidentally knock it). I continued this process throughout my recovery and I tell you, I never felt any pain at all! On top of that, the hand specialist I was sent to that Monday (3 days after the incident) told me I wasn’t going to be able to use my right hand for months at least. By that Friday I was doing yoga again. And I had even managed to type up a blog Thursday that was posted on Friday!
When I saw the doctor the next week he was absolutely amazed, the whole staff was. They started telling me that they were beginning to recommend CBD to their patients after looking through all the incoming research around it’s medicinal properties and uses. This is at Cedars Sinai, one of the top hospitals in the World!
How was the CBD able to help me so much? Cannabinoids stimulate our endogenous opioid pathways. So not only is it blocking my pain perception, but it’s actually healing me as well. Cannabinoids tweak the endocannabinoid system to control runaway inflammation. You see, we have more cannabinoid receptors than any other type of receptors in the entire body. These are the receptors that control inflammation and keep the body at homeostasis by regulating and synergizing all the systems of the body, making sure they are all running in a balanced way. Cannabinoids have the ability to activate immune cells, therefore regulating the immune response by acting as antiinflammatory agents.
I saved Hemp’s neck and hemp (cbd) saved my right hand. I should probably use some again to help the scarring – but the thing is I like my scar. You see, when I was in highschool our family dog, Petunia, was being attacked by raccoons and, even though I was closest to the fight, I had been too scared to fight off the raccoons. My mom ran down and saved the day, thank goodness. After that I understood myself to be a coward when the moment called for my courage. Yet this incident showed me a new story about who I was. I wasn’t that scared 16 year old anymore. I was ready to put my body on the line for those I love most in this world.
That story I told myself about God punishing me? That was absolutely wrong. This dog bite was a wonderful thing to happen to me. Not only do I now understand so many of our customers who I talk to about their problems with prescription pain medication and how this is not only making them sicker and not healing them (unlike plant medicine), but it doesn’t even really help with the pain (and chronic pain is a burden nobody should have to bear). Additionally, I learned about who I am and have learned to start thinking of myself not as a scared 16 year old, but as a woman. This forced me to think of myself with dignity and respect, and that is something worth fighting for.
An Article By Evie Louise
Evie Louise is a recent psychology graduate from New York University. She is a certified in International Cannabinoid Clinical Therapy. Evie sees all forms of the cannabis sativa plant as the future of psychiatry, and hopes to use it in her therapy practice as a full spectrum approach to mental health and wellness.