Saturday, September 15, 2012
"Drug Mule Fer Real" - Part IV
That's how my good friend Mary Beth brought a recent article in the Los Angeles Times to my attention yesterday in her inimitable North Carolina accent. We went back and forth on Facebook making jokes about coconut cake and cannabis, Sophie's seizures stopping and me finally relaxed. I wrote about medical marijuana and epilepsy years ago on this blog, wondering if I might have a sort of peace pipe circle with Sophie in the center receiving the smoke "second-hand." I've thought about making brownies or cookies or even venturing up to the local medical marijuana store (they dot every block in these parts) and buying some. But I've never done it -- and I personally haven't smoked the stuff in one hundred years, so I just don't know where to start.
I'm looking into this seriously, now, and let me tell you something: if medical marijuana stops Sophie's seizures or even eases them, I'll get high every single day for the rest of my life. I'll be a drug mule fer real.
Hold me to that. If you know anything about this or have suggestions, please email me and let me know.
Read the article HERE. Read this story HERE.