Chronic Pain from Hell

[Medical Marijuana]

I came across this touching article. I know pain well too.

Self-medication for the treatment of addiction or chronic pain is often reported. In a graphic encounter, Ms. Christian and her husband discover that the suffering from spinal injuries can, in some cases, be ameliorated.

I'm a 57-year-old woman disabled through chronic pain. My husband and I live with identical injuries in our necks and lumbar spines, and as a result, Chronic Pain from Hell.

My husband and I were just discussing marijuana again, a subject near and dear to both of our hearts. Recently we just existed for over a week with NO marijuana. As we use it for Chronic Pain, a week and a half is an eternity to people like us.

We've both noticed there's a pattern for us. We start trying to talk ourselves into the fact that it's okay to be out of pot, that we'll be fine. Maybe we'll even give it up and save money. But it's all that we use for pain relief. We start sniping a little at each other. In the past, we would substitute alcohol. Alcohol may cut us off from the pain momentarily, but we will be at each other's throats in a matter of hours, there's just no question. And that exacerbates stress, and stress begets more pain through clenching of bodies in response to the stress.

I've decided that the properties of marijuana have not been touted nearly enough, because how do you put such things into words? I'm a writer, but words to describe the feeling of having marijuana under our roof when we live in so much pain just have not been invented yet. That's how strongly we feel about it. But let me feebly attempt to try.

Pot is the best muscle relaxer known to man. Everything relaxes. With agony like ours (nerve/spine pain), the perfect antidote for clenching your body clearly is marijuana. I watch my husband's facial muscles relax. He becomes a completely different person, someone I love to be around. I see him want to stretch his muscles, where prior to smoking marijuana, just ain't happening. He's lucky to shuffle across the room to some new position. I see his smile re-appear after long droughts of pot.

He gets involved with people and things he used to care about. He gets creative, I mean REALLY creative. His lyrics could rival Bob Dylan, he's THAT good. His food could blow Emeril's away. And his photography...never seen any better. Our minds are expanded to such a degree and that gives us a good day. We constantly smile, though we're still in the midst of pain. Just to feel human for ANY length of time is a blessing I just can't quite describe. Sometimes you'll notice you haven't had any pain for say, like, an hour. You scream "hallelujah" as if it's a National holiday. It's that noticeable.

Time away from our pain killer of choice is cause for much depression, and not because we're in withdrawal from marijuana's effects. It's because we start clenching our bodies again against every wave of pain. Our muscles get frozen in nasty positions. We are again UNABLE TO SLEEP. And IF you are lucky enough to sleep without the aid of pot, the fact that your neck remains in any position for too long means you're screwed when you do wake up. You know the two worse times of the day are when you wake up and when you go to bed. Both are agony.

So you go into mini-hock because the Feds tell you that what you choose for pain is illegal. Where is the research on that? And you can't buy that new bed you need desperately for relief, because your pain medicine (marijuana) is so expensive, you have to choose. And maybe IF you had medical insurance besides Medicare you would have to give in to the conventional and harmful medications of choice, narcotics, but in your heart, you know that your particular brain chemistry responds well and BEST to pot. But no one believes your story. You start to envision yourself in a lunasylum. Because you know your pain is so real it's SURREAL, yet your medication is illegal. But you need your medication, or suicide is sure to follow. (I know the three S's of Chronic Pain: sleeplessness, sorrow and suffering. I now add suicide, unless an intervention is made.

And you live like second-class citizens because the powers that be don't bother to get to know herb. Well, I'm here to shout about it.

The truth about marijuana is this: It DOES allow a person who withdraws from life through pain to live a daily existence with some dignity (quality of life, HELL; I'd settle for existence at this point). It allows the person dying from auto-immune disorders and body-decaying cancer to at least enjoy their last days eating the foods they once loved with an appetite produced by you-guessed-it, smoking marijuana.

It brings out long-suppressed creativity. Creativity once stunted maybe by coming from dysfunctional families who expressed NOTHING. Creativity stuffed further down by the shame of coming from these hideous places by picking up any animate object that momentarily changed who you were (but that was at least SOMEthing to feel - anything different from who you truly were). I started to empathize with people who cut themselves to release the emotional pain. And what a relief that could be. Marijuana has served as a sort of truth serum for me. It has allowed me to relax to the point of being me. And not hiding behind masks. And that's a lot.

All I wish is for someone to hear me, someone who can direct us to pain relief once and for all. Someone who can direct me to the person with the most influence RE: legalizing medical marijuana. I will continue to write my senators and congresswomen.
Maybe I can make a difference.

by Jana Christian

[PFlynn]

Real good read.

[Native1]

i hear ya,2 lowewr disks herreated,mostly love to sleep,hate to wake up.pot helps me relax,and move if only for a bit.i fell off a wharf ,and worked for a year before being hit in the back by a lobster banding table full of lobsters.that really did the trick ,and now im out of work,due to cronic pain.found my dear daughter has ben selling my pills,i need .i feel your pain and suffering.just my 2 cents ,good luck in your life,may the gr89 spitit be with you.ps if u feel the need to think of somethiong remember the poem called ''footprints'',cause when u feel alone you never really are.

[shaggie-420]

wonderful read you can tell shes a writer. was as iff the word were coming out of my own mouth great post

[evanescence]

Great article-and very true. I've been getting bad headaches lately, and as soon as I light up, the pain goes away instantly.