I am in severe pain, three days a week. I was referred to Patients Out Of Time, by Dr. Frank Lucido, out of California, and that organization is based out of Virginia.

They wanted me to get a note, from my ophthalmologist, saying that he'd prescribe me cannabis, if it were legal. Seeing that I proved, by taking tests thirteen, and, thirteen and one-half years later, that cannabis corrects my double-vision, I thought that it would be no problem.

The first time that I called, I talked to his wife (because the receptionist was ill), and couldn't talk to him, but, she said that she didn't think that he would do it. So, I get a call back from his receptionist, and, she said two things.

"If it were up to me, I'd say, 'Grow it!'"
and
"Dr. Moayery is totally against pot."

My first child is due in a month. If I'm not in severe pain, I'm recovering from the severe pain. What am I supposed to tell my child? I will be in utterly severe pain, when I can't even spend the little extra alms, given to me by concerned senior citizens.

My advice to anyone who wakes up out of a coma, stay in it. Later on in life, you may be smashed by a Navy guy (a thousand miles from his home in Georgia), live in pain for the rest of your life, confuse your head with millions of thoughts per second (most of them to defeat the samurai warrior (slashing at your thigh), the technology student (clamping down your foot in an industrial clamp), the fence-posts that you step on (with your left-foot), the occasional reminder not to breath too deeply, constantly hanging your non-throwing arm (like you've just tried to throw a 85-MPH hard slider, after not throwing for months), and, being disturbed by every touch on your left-side (because, then, the whole side hurts)), and then the rest.

I can't even get my story out. I've contacted so many people. I've made doctors appointments, particularly to inform them that cannabis does what they can't, and, written so many people, so many times.

The day after I had written a local representative, for a Virginia decriminalization-bill, I wrote him, again. This time, I ended with "Someone important will see what Cannabis could mean to them, if something as horrible, as what happened to me, happens to them." The next day, Obama's half-brother was arrested. Now, that's not as horrible, but, it may have possibly hit home, with Obama, through his father.

My daughter's name will be Saige Marie. I'm already looking forward to showing her how to do research, using PubMed ( PubMed Home ). imp: