Marijuana smoke is the only danger to one’s health that I’ve come across. The best way to avoid this harmful side effect is to eat magic brownies.
Have you ever thought about what your actually doing while smoking? You are lighting plant matter and paper on fire. Then you hold the fire close to you and stick it right in front of your face. You are also inhaling solid and liquid particulates and a list of harmful gasses from the paper and plant as you bask in the smoke cloud.
Marijuana smoke poses the same health risks as tobacco smoke, a forest fire, any smoke.
First hand marijuana smoke has been found to cause damage to the respiratory system. It can cause things like bronchitis and respiratory infections. Second hand smoke exposure can be harmful to the blood vessels.
The marijuana smoke contains chemicals that can lead to cancer but no long term research has been done yet.
I went to a family reunion this weekend. We always go a day early so we have time to spend with my Great Aunt. One of my cousins is a drama queen. This time she was milking for sympathy because she was diagnosed with chronic migraines. She had her first in April and was diagnosed shortly afterword. We had a short dialogue about her first migraine, her doctor, and medicine. Most everything made me think, wait what? I told her it takes patience, cooperation with her doctor and faith in her medical team. She reminded me that she actually has a life, a kid, a job, still in her 20s and I don’t have any of those things.
I staring at this girl in amazement. I couldn’t find a shred of sympathy or compassion. That made me question myself. I know what its like to be blinded by the pain and my migraines last for several days. I know her pain. I remember how hard it was when it first started in my 20s. I thought I should feel sympathy, logically it is the correct emotional response, but I didn’t. I pitted her lack of understanding and was disgusted by her attitude.
I figured it out. She wanted compassion from me while trying to one me up and hurt my feelings. She wasn’t asking me about migraines or coping at all. She told a story about her last ER visit, she stared at me. My last ER story was 10x better, I could have also pointed out why she was treated so horribly. I didn’t say anything. Her last doctor appointment. I didn’t say a thing. Her job. Silence. She was aggravated. Yup, this was definitely a pissing contest. She was baiting me and showing off. I was pissed.
I believe that these pissing contests are toxic. I don’t like it when someone tells me I have it worse off or someone has it worse off then me or at least its not cancer. We shouldn’t get stuck on who has it better or worse off. We shouldn’t compare suffering. When we do we loose chances. We can learn from each other, confide in each other, be friends or mentors. We can’t be those things if we are stuck in a pissing match.
I was watching the senate live a while ago and it hit me today, those senators don’t know why its illegal. The lobbyists were requesting permission to do research on medical marijuana. The lobbyists argument was that the drug was not harmful. The senator agreed the drug was not harmful but could not approve because marijuana is a #1 scheduled drug. The senators and lobbyists got into a discussion about why marijuana would be deemed as dangerous as heroin. The lobbyists were told to come back once they knew why marijuana is scheduled #1 and can prove that it is less dangerous then heroin. The senator closed up the discussion saying that the legalization of marijuana at the federal level will be impossible until it is reevaluated and put in a more appropriate rank. What makes a schedule #1? Substances that have no medical use and are deemed a high risk for abuse. Substances scheduled 2-4 require a prescription and schedule 5 substances must be used solely for medical use.
- 1906, the Pure Foods and Drug Act required that all food and drugs containing marijuana had to have it on the label.
- 1930, Mexican Revolutionary War: with immigrants coming over, the use increased.
- 1930, Federal Bureau of Narcotics was established, drugs began to be scheduled
- 1936, the movie “Reefer Madness.” showed the “dangers” of recreational pot. The public went nuts.
- 1950, federal minimal sentences for possession and use established.
Took medical marijuana almost 50 years to go from a schedule 5 to a schedule 1. It wasn’t until the year 2000 that some states decriminalized marijuana.
In 1930 the increase in use also meant increase in sales. Mexicans were most likely the ones growing and selling the recreational marijuana as a legitimate business. Making marijuana a schedule 1 took away their financial means. Senator, marijuana is a schedule 1 because the congress/senate showed their prejudice against Mexicans. Taking away their legitimate business made them criminals overnight. Mexicans still have that stigma attached to them. Like Trump said, “We have some bad humbras and we have to get them out.” Racism has produced some of the stupidest laws our country has passed.
Controlled substances schedules
I read an interesting article today. Bert Sperling’s firm, Sperling’s Best Places (www.bestplaces.net), did a study about the worst places to live if you have migraines. Check out the study here http://www.bestplaces.net/docs/studies/migraines.aspx. The firms complete 110 cities not to live in are listed here http://www.bestplaces.net/docs/studies/migraines_list.aspx .
The Top 10 Hot Spots:
- Cincinnati, OH-KY-IN
- Madison, WI
- Little Rock-North Little Rock, AR
- Knoxville, TN
- St. Louis, MO-IL
- Nashville, TN
- Johnson City-Kingsport-Bristol, TN-VA
- Chattanooga, TN-GA
- Greenville-Spartanburg-Anderson, SC
- Canton-Massillon, OH
The Bottom 10 (the best places to live)
- New Haven-Bridgeport-Stamford, CT
- Boston-Worcester-Lawrence, CT
- McAllen-Edinburg-Mission, TX
- El Paso, TX
- New York, NY
- Salinas, CA
- Miami, FL
- Honolulu, HI
- Los Angeles, CA
- Fresno, CA
I tried peppermint essential oils by “Young Living Essential Oils.” My sister and her boyfriend are representatives and showed me how to use it two different ways. To diffuse the oil, when inhaled it calms the nerves, stress reliever, and helps you relax. The other is to apply the oil to the skin on your forehead, behind the ears, and back of the neck. Applying to the skin relaxes muscles, helps with pain, and relieves stress (your are still inhaling the fumes).
It was relaxing. It didn’t help with the pain. Relaxation techniques have never helped with the actual pain. I think if stress is a big trigger it would probably help. And being more relaxed can help cope. But, I found that being overwhelmed or exposed to the sent during an attack made the pain worse.
The moment the oil touched my skin I had the weirdest sensation. The pain was behind my eyes down the left side of my head. Also a stop on the top of my head and my nose was tingly. My sister had put the oil on her hands, started at forehead and moved back to my neck. All of my pain scurried to the top of my head like it was running away from the oil, after a while drifted to the left side of my head, and my face felt cold. It was weird. My sister says, “At least it did something.” I did not like how it felt. But she was right. It wasn’t what we had hoped for, but it was the first thing that my pain responded to. It was the first shimmer of hope we had the the pain would respond to any treatment. So, the oil puts up an interesting fight, but the pain wins.
My sister and her boyfriend told me that my experience must be very rare. No one had reported an experienced like mine. Most of the people I know use it for headache, they say it takes their pain away instantly. I don’t know anyone else who has tried it for migraines.
One of my fears has been that I would experience aphasia during a neurology appointment. It is the most frustrating thing that can happen in the doctor’s office. Here I am staring at my doctor unable to communicate. All I could do was cry. My mind completely blank. What was going on around me didn’t even feel real. After long pauses I could usually come up with a short response. But it may have been gibberish. My Mom said I looked awful and decided to come into the exam room with me, after a few questions the doctor asked if he could talk to Mom instead.
He ordered pain shots. To receive them the nurse needed my birthday. Yeah, I could only stare at her and cry. After an awkward pause Mom inquired if she is allowed answer for me. She is. Thankfully, I got my shots.
The doctor and nurses were all very supportive. The nurse caught on to what was happening pretty quickly and informed the doctor. The nurse told me to cry as much as I wanted. The doctor was patient with me, asked if we understood aphasia, and ordered the shots before we talked so they would be ready asap.
After I woke from a long sleep I felt awful about how the whole morning went down. I cried to my sister about how I didn’t go to the doctor for shots and I missed out on being able to really talk to the doctor. It made me feel like a drug seeker although no one treated me like one. I’ve never sought out drugs. That stigma stopped me from being able to seek treatment for years and now it makes me feel awful about myself every time I take or am given a pain medicine.
Aphasia is always frustrating. Getting attacked by it in the exam room was just as awful as I imagined it would be.