I am seventy-years-old and using marijuana.

I just turned seventy-years-old and I am using marijuana.

I can’t say I never used marijuana before, because I am seventy-years old.

I grew up in the sixties, and everyone was using marijuana. At least everyone I knew was using marijuana. My brother had me rolling marijuana cigarettes when I was just ten years old, so he could have a party. My parents were out of town, and he planned a party with about twenty people. He was twenty-one and they thought he would be a good babysitter. Boy, were they wrong? I was in a serious car accident when I was in my fifties and broke my leg in several different places. They thought they would need to amputate when I got a serious infection, but it didn’t happen. I was left using a walker and it never really healed well, and I have chronic pain in my leg. The doctors wanted to give me painkillers, but my husband said no. He wanted me to try medical marijuana for the pain. He had read a lot about the effectiveness of medical marijuana helping people with chronic pain. He thought I could get more comfort from medical marijuana than from the painkillers. We found a doctor that would write the prescription, and went to visit him. He did an exam and said my husband was right. I am still using a cane and a walker, but the pain has subsided quite a bit, thanks to medical marijuana. My doctor still says it is the body healing itself, and I’m not arguing, but when I miss my medical marijuana a day or two, I am in real pain.


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