Story pick: A joint adventure
In light of the D.C. Council's approval Tuesday of a medical marijuana program, I dug up a piece by columnist-great Steve Lopez that ran in the Los Angeles Times in October. It’s not among his most poetic prose, but it does a great -- and funny -- job of taking us to a place many of us haven't ventured: the medical marijuana doctor.
With Lopez, we walk into the doctor's office for the first time, knowing we don’t have the most compelling case, nervous we’ll be rejected. We see a woman with a cane and wonder if we should limp. We question whether we should have listed our primary problem as migraines instead of back pain. We wonder whether it's too late to make the change.
The best part is when we finally get to see the doctor. Lopez writes:
I stood to show him where my back hurts. He asked me to bend down, and I demonstrated that I couldn't touch my toes, but I don't think he could see that. He hadn't moved from his seat.
I pointed again to my lower back and asked if there were a disc that low.
He said he knew nothing about back problems.
"I'm a gynecologist," he said.
Enjoy the column here.
| May 5, 2010; 8:07 AM ET
Categories: Story Picks | Tags: Cannabis, Drugs, Los Angeles Times, Medical cannabis, Steve Lopez, marijuana, medical marijuana
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