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Treating Yourself, Issue 17 - 2009 - 31 and pelvic problems, I went to

another Gynecologist who offered to do a “total hysterectomy and adhesion removal.” I was sent to outpatient surgery, but ended up in the hospital for a number of days because the surgery was intense.

I continued on through 1997 still having abdominal pain, and still on pain medication. In 1998 he referred me to a “pain clinic”.

1998 – After coming down with an unknown illness with a high fever, my internist admitted me to the hospital where the next day I had a CVA/Stroke. The pain clinic I had been seeing had me on oxycontin and hydrocodone, along with Neu-rontin and was located in the same hospital where I was admitted.

However, somehow, when I was released 10 days later and was about to receive my medication to go home on, there was a mix up in the doctor’s names on the prescrip-tions and I was investigated for

“doctor shopping” and released from their pain clinic. I was cleared of any wrongdoing but the damage had already been done.

My internist continued to prescribe

my pain medication until 2003. Of note, I had stopped the oxycontin and Neurontin as they where real-ly hard on my depression. The Neurologist that had taken my case in the hospital “fired” me for being “too ill for him to treat.”

2003 – I am forced into a pain clin-ic again. Incidentally, this clinclin-ic turned out to be the largest legal narcotic writer in Kentucky. I was given oxycontin, morphine, large amounts of hydrocodone or oxy-codone. The doctor attempted a

“plexis block” of my abdomen at which time one or both of my Kid-neys were punctured. I bled for 12 hours, but “I was okay, and it was nothing to worry about” — as per the doctor. Then came the methadone. I was frazzled all the time. I was a “legal” drug addict that almost burned down the house more than once. I tried to continue on and eventually quit taking everything except hydrocodone and an occasional soma. But in 2006, I was given a

“drug test” which showed that I was smoking Marijuana and guess what...? They refused to fill any more narcotics except the

methadone. At that point, I gave it back to them and told them they could keep it. I “fired” them.

I then went back to my internist, who agreed to prescribe my hydrocodone. But between 2003 and 2008 I was turned down by many other pain clinics.

Then, in December of 2008, the decision was made that my internist could no longer fill my medications because of a PDS at the last pain clinic. He then

“fired” me.

Of note, during the period of 2001 from 2008, I had lost my first grandchild to a stillbirth, cared for and lost my father in 2001 and continued to live with my Mother and care for her until she was so ill that I was forced to put her in a nursing home in 2007. My Mother died on November 24, 2008. Previous to that, I had lost my best friend “Sally,” my dog that had always been beside me through it all since 1993. My heart has been irreversibly broken. So with all of this loss on my mind, and then losing my only doctor of fifteen years, I have really been tested. I credit prayer and family and my “cannabis” for my sur-vival. There were so many times I just wanted to call it quits. But there was always some “need” for me to be here.

Back in 2003 I had started researching online about “medical marijuana.” I knew I used it, and I knew I needed it, but I had just thought I was a “pot smoker.” I had never credited it with saving my life until after my Dad died in 2001. You see, he had called me about three months prior to his death and asked me if I could get him some. Because of my igno-rance about the medical benefits of marijuana, my Father died without the medication that could have reduced his misery. My Mother was diagnosed with HBP and

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Alzheimer’s, which possibly could have been helped with marijuana, although I was too afraid of the

“elder abuse” laws to try it. I feel guilty about that too. I might have had a healthier Mother for a few more years.

I have never had a police record. I only have a glass of wine a couple of times a year. I have even man-aged to stay out of the psychiatric hospital, although there were a few times I would have probably bene-fited from it.

And now, the doctor that I thought would always be there for me has left me in the cold, without even a personal phone call from him. The letter was signed by office staff.

I do not hold any grudges against this doctor. He did what he had to do to save his livelihood. Although I do not know what the “pertinent details” of the situation where, I am assuming the DEA of KY was somehow involved.

In Kentucky it is called KASPER.

“KASPER” in and of itself has become a syndrome in Kentucky.

What I cannot understand is why, when KY is so known for its oxy-contin abuse and deaths, should it be illegal for me to smoke Cannabis, in my own home, espe-cially since I do have such a

med-ical record (I have never passed a drug screening test due only to Marijuana).

It reminds me of a “genocidal drama”... Give out all the narcotics that you can, which will downsize the population, and at the same time they can punish the people who are marijuana users and

“force” them into forfeiting their marijuana, and using the “pharma-ceutical death drugs.”

There is no such thing as a mari-juana-friendly doctor in Kentucky.

They are all scared to death.

I must say that if I had not been using marijuana for the last fifteen years or more, I sincerely believe that I would have died by now. I was even told by one doctor that I was “living on borrowed time.”

What kind of Government conspir-acy would do such a thing as to make a “plant” illegal?

The truth is out there, just follow the money!

The state of Kentucky is for all practical purposes bankrupt. Vio-lence and homelessness are contin-ually on the rise. It is not marijua-na that has caused this. Statistical-ly, Kentucky, especially certain counties, is not a healthy place to live. And the members of my

fam-ily who do not use marijuana have had greater health problems than me in a number of cases.

Our Mayor calls it “possibly city”.

For most of us it is nearly impossi-ble to live here. Lack of education and health care are abominable. If you are one of the lucky ones who make more money than you need and/or have the benefits of a major manufacturing company or other entity, then you may survive a little longer and a little better.

But most true Kentuckians have been laborers and farmers all of their lives. Their needs are never fully met, and the laws that prohib-it marijuana are just another way to “keep us in our place.”

It is a shame that we cannot grow marijuana and/or hemp on our own property, legally. So in all real-ity, we never truly own anything, including our own bodies and minds.

Marijuana and Hemp prohibition is just one of many dire problems which our country is facing today.

But if we could “free these plants,”

that were put on Earth by God, to be used accordingly, then maybe, just maybe, it would be a sign of us being able to take back our coun-try’s freedoms for all people.

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