Take a Powder
Here is an excerpt from a Letter to the Editor in my local paper this morning:
“As a person who requires medicinal marijuana in order to live a productive life, I am completely outraged with the government here in Maine!” The photo accompanying this story shows a man sucking a bong, and the caption says: “Perry Parks, 67, of North Carolina, says marijuana helps him with pain from arthritis and degenerative disk disease.”
Now I’m no expert but I do have some experience in this arena. First of all, I too have been diagnosed with arthritis in my hip, a result of twenty years of running. I went to several doctors; the first suggested I get a new hip and the second said I should eat more salmon. (Obviously I went the salmon route.) Neither one said I should smoke pot.
Which is not to infer that I have not smoked pot because I have, quite liberally in my day, for a variety of reasons: rock concert, great food, boring party, bad marriage, stupid people, special effects action film, playing Risk, and living in Salt Lake City, to name but a few.
Notice, handling my arthritis pain is not on that list. When my hip hurts, I do take a drug: Advil or Tylenol or Advil and Tylenol or aspirin or Aleve or if it’s really bad, some leftover painkillers from a root canal years ago that I never used and keep for emergencies.
So let’s just call a spade a spade, shall we? Pot gets you high and makes you relax, so I guess that makes you feel better. But the guy from North Carolina who says he needs it to lead a productive life? Oh, please.