Me and Mary Jane A pot newbie's clumsy foray into the world of medical marijuana
  • The back story – I think I might be dying

    October 4th, 2009Mary JaneBack Story

    marijuanaclipartsmallOk, so before I get started, we need to go into a little about me, what got me here, and my reluctant relationship with mary jane. I have endometriosis and interstitial cystitis. No need to go into all the details. (If you are really interested you can click on the words above. You know that because they are underlined and this isn’t the first time you’ve used the internet. Gentlemen: beware of those links! There are some women issues involved!) How this relates to this story is they make me insanely nauseous and give me headachepounding headaches on a daily basis. Not “I had a little too much to drink” headaches or “Oh wow this boat sure is rocky” nausea. Uncontrollable lock myself in the room, curl up in a ball, hurl myself out the window sick. I wish I had an analogy that everyone could appreciate, like Carol Burnett equating child birth to pulling you lower lip over your head. But I don’t. Maybe one will come to me, but for now just take my word that it made me feel my life was not worth living. Sorry to be such a downer.

    So, I’m in pain…and what do you do when you are in pain? You go to the doctor. I actually went to 8. In 6 months. I told each of them about my situation and they all had the same reaction. Now this one I do have a way for you to doctors2relate to. Please turn to the left and look at your closest wall. What do you see? Nothing? Yup, that’s what each doctor gave me. Nothing. Oh wait, that’s not true. One doctor told me it was either a brain tumor or I was being too emotional. I don’t remember being emotional before he told me it was a brain tumor, but my head was pounding so I could have been wrong. But as far as solutions go, I got nothing. So I had to find my own.

    Now this isn’t a blog to bash doctors, or western medicine, or people who wear white jackets after labor day. It’s just to tell my story.

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