I have written and made a few references about marijuana in my posts. I know it’s a hot topic these days, especially after it was legalized in Washington and Colorado. People have varying opinions, and I am not one that enjoys stirring shit up. The truth is though, for me, it’s the only break I get from pain. It helps me better than any pill my doctor gives me.
I don’t spend my day in my jammie’s getting stoned. It’s usually in the evenings before bedtime. Like drinking a cup of chamomile tea. Ah.
I keep it a secret from most people, because I hate the stigma of being a pot head. My husband is fine with it, and is in agreement with me. That people should be able to purchase it legally, and especially for medical usage. Sure, there are pro’s and con’s. Yes, it can be abused. But so can Dr. Pepper. My daughter is addicted to that shit something awful. It’s not a necessity, but I suppose you could say I use it like some women would use a glass of wine. To just be able to relax, laugh a little, and forget that I feel like a petrified turd. Without the headache and hangover.
There is humor in the idea of me having to hide in my closet with a can of air freshener. It’s very hard to come by, especially for a suburban 38-year-old women. I know one person who I trust. The transaction is very hush hush and planned out meticulously.
It would be so much easier to just go buy a bottle of chardonnay.
After reading the article below, I realized I am not the only one.