This morning, after two and a half hours of Ashtanga yoga, I sat at my desk taking in just how stiff and sore my shoulders were. It was that deep pain that’s not the result of injury, but rather of an intense challenge to the muscle group’s range of motion and endurance. Chance would have it (as it does) that I found my way to the fridge (again), armed with that unrelenting expectation that something new and exciting might be stumbled upon. Pure determination, if you must know because the pain I endured just to pull the fridge door open made the foray appear considerably less worthwhile. What reignited the concept of worthwhile, however, was my spotting of the topical cannabis oil in the fridge door.

Kingston, one of our six huskies, had an unusually large, not to mention unsightly, tumour in his ear a short while ago, so on advice from a friend, we made a topical blend of cannabis oil and coconut oil to treat it. We had, admittedly, only applied it sporadically, but strangely, if not a little grotesquely, a few weeks later we found the tumour on the floor, it was an alien-looking biomass of spherical pink nodules. Now the extenuating circumstances here are that we had often found blood on the floor, which we knew was coming from the King, so we did know that he was scratching at it, and the likelihood was that he would eventually have landed a claw with enough purchase to rip the thing out. So, obviously,  this is not so much a vindication of the efficacy of cannabis oil, as much as a fascinating coincidence.

Not having tried cannabis oil for muscle pain, I relished the idea of oil that I could massage into my shoulders because arnica gel is utterly useless for massage. I’d already been rubbing my trusty goto into my shoulders; a number of times today, and the outlook was becoming quite bleak until that serendipitous encounter with the fridge. About fifteen minutes after a very gratifying self-administered shoulder massage, and for the first time today, I’ve been able to lift my elbows above my head without feeling like some shadowy assailant has unexpectedly stabbed me in the shoulder from behind.

I’ve just returned from the kitchen, read fridge, with the little tub of cannabis oil and an upturn in the corner of my mouth, after an earlier attention-shift to the comparatively benign twinge at the side of my left knee. It’s been about five minutes since I’ve rubbed the solidified oil into my knee and already the most piercing sensations are dissipating. In fairness, and as a comparison, my shoulders aren’t completely painless; there is the occasional jolt of pain, but the relentlessness and the severity aspects of the pain have abated considerably.

To precis my opinion, and my answer to “Does Topical Cannabis Oil Work for Muscle Pain?”: Yes, unequivocally.