Despite being reminded every few months, I forget (thankfully) just what a wallop pneumonia packs. It’s like being tackled by Von Miller while keeled over with the flu. The days are long, the nights achingly longer. At least I get to spend them at home.
Based on my track record, I can expect return bouts in 2013. I seem to have a pneumonia-shaped hole in my rebuilt immune system. Next time I might try medical marijuana. It would be among the mildest of the few dozen drugs I’ve taken in recent years.
I’ve been on prescriptions that have killed famous people. I’ve had derivatives of mustard gas and liquid platinum repeatedly injected into me by nurses in masks and protective gear. What’s a little Delta-9-Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC)?
I’ve never tried the stuff but I voted to legalize marijuana in my state because the War on Drugs has been a trillion-dollar fiasco! Both the War on Drugs and the War on Cancer were declared by President Nixon in 1971. Both have been more influenced by politics than pharmacology. Both have been failures.
I’ll do more research before I decide to toke or chew, but the legal or social implications don’t have to be part of the equation.