Date: November 07, 2018 09:08PM
Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles!
Medical cannabis is legal in my State, and since I have a significant number of body parts that creak and ache, I tried it for a while.
I refuse to smoke anything (and I think weed tastes nasty anyway,) and the oils, while effective at causing some degree of sedation, were not impressive. The edibles have potential. My daughter, who knows a thing or two about cannabis, warned me when I bought a "peppermint patty" at the weed store,to cut it into quarters and take a while to consume them.
I got absorbed in something I was doing on the computer, forgot daughter's instructions, and popped the entire thing into my mouth. The strong pepperminty flavor absolutely masked any hint of that weedy taste. When I tried to get up from my desk, I couldn't budge.
My daughter says that this state is referred to as being "couch-locked." She thought it was hilarious. After a while, I was able to get up and move around.
Overall, I was not especially impressed with the pain relief I got from the weed, plus when your doctors know that you are using it (even legally) they may pester you half to death with urine checks even if you go in for, say, a sinus infection. I got very tired of that. I made a point of telling them that I had let my card expire.
Now, I use opioids (yes, I use the correct word now, as much as I would prefer to say "opiates.") and my rule there is, "Not a pill goes down the throat unless the notebook gets a note." So I always know what I've taken and when I took it. I got an impromptu urine test once, to be sure that I wasn't abusing the painkillers, and I was actually offended. Once, in two or three years, I took a pill six minutes ahead of schedule. Other than that, my conscience is clear.
I don't consider myself "addicted." If I didn't hurt, I wouldn't take the stuff at all, and my notebook reflects this. I am grateful for the pain relief that allows me to remain functional.