Today at work I was interviewing the latest victim of America's labor epidemic, i.e. another work comp injury. The mechanism of injury was somewhat less than dramatic -- this individual "stood up" and somehow managed to incur a debilitating back injury. Fine... happens all the time. What I really found to be sterling was his medication history, which went exactly like this:
"Do you take any prescribed medications?"
"No. I mean... except for marijuana."
"You mean... you have a medical marijuana card?"
"Yeah."
"What are you taking the marijuana for?"
"Like... for pain and stress and appetite and... stuff."
"WHAT IS THE MEDICAL CONDITION YOUR DOCTOR PRESCRIBED THE MARIJUANA FOR?"
"Oh... like, for.... appetite and sleep and stuff. I don't know."
"So you basically got a marijuana card so you could smoke pot."
"Yeah, pretty much."
"That's fantastic."
While this kid is obviously on the fast-track to life on a couch with taco sauce on his jeans, I'm much more disappointed in the "doctor" who is supplying his prescriptions. The therapeutic role of marajuana is another discussion entirely, but prescribing to a kid for obviously non-medical conditions is pretty despicable. Maybe some day this can be federally funded too, so we can all chip in for Happy's weekend blunt...
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