I really don't get the big deal the kappie kommando makes about good ol' Mary Jane. I had my first experience at the ripe old age of 14 when I found myself in a car where Himself (he wasn't Himself yet, just a skinny 16 year old) and friends were making a hot box and I took to it like a fish to water. I became incredibly adept at hiding my constant high from parents and teachers - ok, except my ex-step father, he was a Joburg Hell's Angel in his day and could spot a stoner at 20 paces but he never gave me up to the authorities that be ie. my mother. My little spliff before school every morning became the best thing that ever happened to me, it got me through endless hours of Mrs Bosman's droolingly boring Business Economics classes and for that I will be forever grateful. I was just always so bored at school. Nothing ever got my creative juices flowing - nothing! Himself-to-be and I became total rebels without a clue and were voted least likely to succeed. Many happy days bunking school, smoking a spliff and lazing around the pool listening to Cheech & Chong's 'Up in Smoke' records... ah, what bliss! I don't regret one single moment.
Just for the record: all the people that say weed leads to hard drugs - bullshit!! I have never taken anything stronger in my life except for prescription meds that I had to have...
Anyway, flash forward a few years, after being expelled 3 times (2nd, 3rd and 4th best things that ever happened to me) getting married and becoming a contributing member of society against all odds, I found out I was preggers. I think you can still see the smoke from the brakes I put on and that was over 21 years ago. I never once missed my weed, didn't crave it, nothing - so much for it being addictive then....
3 years ago I had a brain tumour removed and let me tell you something, for the first time in over 2 decades I would've given my eye-teeth for some good medical marijuana but NO! Clearly it's far better to manage pain with copious amounts of morphine and codeine based pain killers! Go on - fuck up your liver and kill your brain cells - here's another handful of prescription drugs darling. I became a glassy eyed drooling sack of shit, stuck on my sofa and barely able to string a coherent thought together. Eight months ago I'd had enough and against my doc's wishes I went cold turkey. I'm not going to lie, it was HELL. I became a monster. I wanted to scratch my skin off my own arms. The pain became worse, almost unbearable. But I did it, on my own! No rehab - the reason explained in the link I added below to a post I wrote back then...
I still have an almost constant headache (I've named the fucker Magda) but I refuse to get that monkey called codeine on my back again. So I'm sucking it the fuck up sista's!
The point of all this is that I really think that medical marijuana should be legalised in this backwoods we find ourselves living in, it's clearly less harmful than all the chemicals my poor insides were subjected to and I'm strongly considering becoming a stoner again at the age of 40. I'll call myself Tannie Tieties, wear long dresses and a hat, start smoking only cigars and wait & see how long it takes my family to notice I'm stoned! *cackle*
Till next time,
GeeGee xxx
To read about my battle with codeine tackled with copious amounts of black humour click HERE
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