Yesterday I had just left the doctor's office and I was headed to our van. No disabled spots had been available, so I parked on the far end of the lot to give me more backup room for my big rig.
I was walking down the long breezeway with my walker, doing my wild man walk.
A woman walked up and gave me her card. Happens all the time, what can I say.
"Do you smoke?"
"Uh...no." I didn't tell her about the Swisher Sweets I use to smoke with Dan up on the forest roads in our college days.
She gave me a card that says: "Medical Cannabis Community OMMP Resource Center". It also has a website: www.nationalgreenfriends.com.
She proceeded to tell me the virtues of medical marijuana, that it would really help me, but that doctors would not tell me that.
I think medical marijuana is fine for people in pain. Bad pain can destroy your disposition. If a little pot helps, where's the harm.
Marijuana for me? I wondered if she thought it would help with my wild man walk? Even if I were at home with no where to go I would be afraid to use it because when I had to walk somewhere, like the bathroom, I might be too stoned to safely get there.
Plus, the woman has not seen what one beer does to me.
Anyway, it made me laugh.
Living and laughing with a disability - cerebral palsy; ordinary life, extraordinary circumstances.
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