Me and Mary Jane A pot newbie's clumsy foray into the world of medical marijuana
  • Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah

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    October 16th, 2009Mary JaneBack Story

    The next day I awoke with a new take on life.  I sprung out of bed feeling better than I had in ages.  I can’t be 100% sure, but there may very well have been an animated blue bird on my shoulder.  Or perhaps it was the residual effects of the easy mac (who knows, uncle_remus_disney_screenshotI’ve never done this before).  However, the main difference was not physical: it was emotional.  For the first time in a year and a half (aka 547 days; aka 78 bouts of incurable pain), I had hope.  Again, I don’t really know how to describe this.  The idea of hope.  The idea of a solution when you had resigned to a certain way of life.  I know that there are those out there that will relate.  Those with stories much more dramatic than mine.  But I’m sure that we will all agree — it feels good.  Really good.  And you don’t ever want to lose it again.  So where does one go with a pocket full of hope and an animated blue bird on their shoulder?  To the internet!

    I became obsessive about learning about medical marijuana.  I googled everything you can imagine.  Let me assure you I am no novice when it comes to the internet.  I can find any piece of information, you-tube video, or long lost high school friend in a matter of seconds.  But when it came to this search I found very little.  At least very little that I could apply.  There were plenty of white papers.  Tons of debate.  Lots of smokey fraternity pics.  But nothing that told me, is it really legal?  Where do I get it?  What are the steps I need to take?  Ugh, where is the pot practicality?

    Finally I found out that I needed to go to a doctor and get a prescription.  After that point I would be able to go to some sort of facility and they would give me the goods.  Ok, got it.  Well, I clearly wasn’t going to go to my primary care physician.  I am way too embarassed.  It’s kinda like admitting to your parents that you have sex.  Yes, it’s legal, yes it’s natural, but still way to embarassing, so it’s best left unsaid.

    In the midst of my internet search, my zip-a-dee-doo-dah feeling was starting to fade and…ugh, is that my headache again??

 

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