Down The Rabbit Hole: Could Medical Marijuana Help?
|I took this photo of the Alice In Wonderland's Tea Party in plant sculpture yesterday at Fredrick Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park with my husband and grand-daughter.|
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When I was 12 years old, the summer before I started 7th grade at Harrison Park Junior High in Grand Rapids, my mom gave me two books to read: Go Ask Alice by Anonymous and That Was Then, This is Now by SE Hinton. Both were life-impacting books for me. At that tender age, I vowed to myself that I would never get into drugs.
As an adult, I do not like ever not being in control of myself. I also hate a foggy, unclear brain. So, I never really got into drinking or drugs. I won't say that I don't know what it is to be out of my head; Kelley and I tried mushrooms one time when we were camping. His roommate had sold him some. Mushrooms are from nature, right? Well, while that is a very interesting story I have told very few people; it's not one we ever visited again. I also know what a hangover is like. I'm definitely a light-weight and after my three maximum drinks in an evening, I will be laid low for the entire next day if I have more, so I don't do that.
As I've stated in prior blogs, I was VERY opposed to taking Cymbalta, one of the three approved FDA pharmaceuticals for Fibromyalgia. I finally gave in when I was so beside myself with pain, brain fog, and no strength or energy this past December. From there, I was on it for 4 months (30mg), 2 months (60mg), 1 month (30mg) and then I stopped- cold. (Which I should have actually done every other day for a month, etc. to taper down.) I'm now two weeks into Cymbalta withdrawal and still feeling badly (mostly from withdrawal side-effects). However, the pain is there. Currently, the left side of my body from foot to left eyeball is aching so much I'm nauseous. When I wake up, my arms and legs feel as though their connective tissue has turned into wood. It's slow going and painful to get them functioning for the day.
This weekend, feeling beyond what I could handle with my breathing, stretching, aerobic, and meditation strategies, I began to research medical marijuana in the state of Michigan. I had a response from a reader of my blog Feeling Like #$%&*! replied that he was able to ditch Cymbalta (and other like pharmaceuticals) by using transdermal patches for medical marijuana. I did bring this up to my pain doctor, but I could tell he wasn't willing to look into it after his comment that "there's not enough research". However, after doing some of my own, I decided to get a Michigan Medical Marijuana Card to use if I couldn't handle things fully on my own after the withdrawal passed.