Day Zero Plus Fifty-seven - Gas and Grass

Jeff was plagued with gas today.  He wonders whether it was because some of his meds have been stopped.  Tomorrow afternoon he will begin the cleansing for Monday’s procedures.  Hopefully, he won’t suffer too much from that process.

This is a first.  While on our evening walk, a neighbor saw Jeff’s mask and gloves and said, “I see you’re sick.  I’ve been thinking of what I can do for you.  Can you use any grass?”  At first I thought he was referring to our lawn which our next-door neighbors are helping us keep mowed.  Or maybe he meant the new patch of grass over the water line that was replaced this spring.  That strip of grass is looking stressed in this excessive heat.  Then it dawned on me that he meant medicinal grass.  Jeff still hadn’t caught on.  So neighbor “R” said, “marijuana.  You don’t have to worry about any Mexicans being killed in its processing.  And it’s organic.”  We kind of got the impression it was home-grown stuff.  We thanked him very politely and told him that Jeff could have had marijuana prescribed during his hospital stay in March.  Now, wasn’t that nice of our neighbor?  Jeff thinks that he must be pretty hip because marijuana was offered to him.