Is There No Such Thing As An Serious Conversation Concerning The Use Of Medical Marijuana??

I have been Combing the Internet trying to find a Real discussion, having to do with the "Actual' Use of Medical Marijuana!  I seem to be able to find a plethora of sites with idiotic bantering of/about "Yeah Man...My Bud Rocks DUDE!", and even the occasional brain picker concerning the neurotransmitter receptors, neurotransmitter factors, neuropeptides and hormones receptors, but a "real conversation" about the everyday, Real life World application of Medical Marijuana to a Real Life has pretty much so far eluded me!

"Why Would You Eat That?" Conditioning? IDK?

I recently was overcome with the urge to purchase a chub of "Liverwurst" as I was browsing through the Deli section at my local Mart.  Quickly pounced on by (family) observers, I was besotted with questions (?); What is that? Why would you eat it?  To wit I could only respond, uhm, well, I don't know?

When I was a child, my Dad prepared, served and ate some really mysterious things.  He was raised on a Farm in North Dakota, where apparently on cold winter nights, deep in the snow, anything is edible... consequently, My Dad felt compelled to BBQ, Pickle, Jerk, Dry, or Encase just about any form of meat!  I guess it was a Hobby of sorts, weird, but interesting eating...when your hungry, you will eat some strange things too...

We had Rattlesnake, Possum, Bear, Ostrich and Alligator as well as any number of more usual things like Deer, Moose, Elk, Boar, Rabbit, Quail and hell I guess the list is too long...but you get the picture!
But whenever he coveted something, he had a way of "sneaking" it off to his room and we would be of course BARELY the wiser most of the time, only getting "wind" of it once in awhile, like an empty package or container!  This of course made it all the more desirable to us, the ones NOT getting any of it!

One of these strange things my Dad Hoarded and wouldn't give up was his Liverwurst, or Braunschweiger, this of course has set me up for life to occasionally and without reason suddenly desire to purchase and consume some unknown and strange meat sandwich... I don't WANT to find out what is in it... just pass the mustard and leave me alone... at least I'm not hunting Rattlers!  Well,..... lately...  "0

Living In Constant Pain Sucks!

It is like a nightmare you cannot wake up from!  My pain NEVER leaves me!  Ever!  24 hours a day, every minute, second, is just a matter of degree!  What level is the pain?  Is it down at the level low enough (2-3) that I can try to preoccupy my mind to cover it?  Or, is it jacked up so high that each move I make has to be calculated as to what degree of agony I am going to suffer in repercussion of moving?  I have to decide if whatever I am about to do, "is it worth it?", if I am going to go cook something, walking to the kitchen is the equivalent of ripping off a band-aid with each step!  Now, I still have to open the refrigerator, pull something out, lift the pan onto the stove, each time weighing the odds as to how much pain I can take!

No drugs stop the pain, a few will dull it, but the cost of LIFE for that MINOR relief is too high!  I do not want to be a zombie!  I keep a few bottles of things around just in case, but don't want to go out that way!  Cannabis does at least helps me to live on the level where it is bearable most of the time, without all the "other" side effects!  I have enough trouble dealing with my "condition" without adding the dizziness, vomiting, lethargy, digestive problems and so on and so forth that I have to deal with from the Pharmacopia offered by the MD!

Sitting down, laying down, no matter what position I am in I am still in pain!  I have a bizarre condition that any movement can and often leads me to even more severe spasms with twisting, pulsating pain and it is so intense I am literally left screaming in agony!  I choose to live and push forward, but often wonder how close to the edge I can go...

They STOLE My POT Man!! Is There A MMJ POLICE?l?

So, I guess this is just the hazard of being at the mercy of regulations that keep me from providing my own plants?  If I could grow my own little measly few (3-4) plants I would not have to "farm out" my medical recommendation to someone else to grow for me, and now of course they would not just be keeping it!  What can I do?  I sure can't physically go over there and confront them!!  So, after buying plants/seeds for the "group", special soil, nutrients and so on in the $$hundreds of dollars, the entire season is now over, I have no hope of recouping, I now have zero (0) medication because they got mad (?)!  Won't even take my calls...

I am thinking now, I should have considered that Morphine Implant....

Another Reefer Madness Tactic "High At Work!" We Are All Going To Die Now!! Public Safety Is At Risk!!

And then we are going to eat your babies, rape your dogs and burrow under your house while you sleep!
GTFOH!
Really?  I could ROFL just thinking about the people hanging from the rafters, laughing hysterically, eyes flicking wildly as they try to serve our breakfast, ring a sale or stamp our tickets!  Maybe the cop that stops me will just want to try my stash!
City council meetings would be a lot more fun! :)

I Am Offended By That Thing That Blinks At Me Incessantly...

Why and how is it that now my "Machine" can demand my attention?  "Clean" is all the letters next to the blinking light proclaim, but in my mind it might as well be saying,

"Get off yo lazy azz and clean up something around here, why you always got to let everything go? You need to be paying more attention to the house and less attention to all that blah, blah, blah..."!

This is the price I pay for a premium coffee machine?  Now it has an attitude?  I see why BigBucks coffee houses make it, because people do not want to deal with this whole buy it, grind it, do what with those grounds?, ewww that pot looks GROSS!, and now a frkn "Clean ME" demand button too?

Or, like my baby sister would have dealt with it, "It dosen't work anymore so I threw it out", now would make pefectly good sense to me! :)

Off I go to dig out the white vinegar....

"I feel Bad That I Haven't Kept Contact, But I Just Can't Stand To See The Suffering!"

This is paraphrasing the conversation I was earjacking while waiting my turn in line at a local warehouse store recently.  I admit the roar in my ears was a little to cause some loss of the exact wordage, but that is the gist of it none the less!!

Also why I have no friends...

Well, okay so my loud, obnoxious and overbearing personality may have a little to do with it too...
But, to prattle on...

I came up with this "ditty", and you can quoute me,  that I was just DYING to shout out:

"I realize that my pain and suffering is causing you emotional discomfort, and although I am sorry for this, I will not cease to exist so that YOU are more comfortable!!"

HHUURRRUUUMMMMMPPPHHHH!!  :(