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Painkillers

1/23/2018

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Anyone who has had a bike accident which required them to go to the ER, will be asked about their pain level. In my case, as I sit dizzily on the bikeway trying to get my bearings, my hunky lifeguards arrive cheerily bearing first aid, and offer me - wait for it...
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Fentanyl.

Fentanyl?! That seems a bit of a stretch. I haven't broken my back. I need an addiction like I need another broken arm. My wailing obviates the need for a siren as the ambulance speeds over bumpy streets to the ER (I turn down the offer). There, I’m told Fentanyl is all EMTs are allowed to give me. Not morphine (50% less potent, but also less dangerous), not Ibuprofen, not Tylenol - not even an aspirin (not that that would have helped much).

Clearly, there's money in opioids, and it's turned the entire medical profession into pushers - even the lifeguards! There's money in prescribing opioids, and there's even more money in getting people off them. A whole industry in fact, of rehabs (when the 12-step programs were always meant to be free). But guess where else there's money?
Medical marijuana. And I'm in California.

​OK, it's not the same, but a couple of days after leaving the ER, (with a prescription of Oxy I never asked for), I opt for a more holistic approach. I go online, talk to to a doctor, and get a prescription for medical marijuana.

A veteran of New York's Blue Laws, I'm unschooled in the ways of cannabis, and quickly encounter a learning curve. Active ingredients, I’m told, can generally be divided into CBD (no associated high) and THC (join Weight Watchers now). CBD is used as a mild painkiller, often for people with arthritis, and also as a sleep aid. Since the pain from my broken arm has been keeping me awake at night, CBD sounds like a good idea.

I find a dispensary nearby. 
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The waiting room is small and subdued with subtle lighting, and a receptionist in dreadlocks. But it is distinguished from any waiting room I've ever been in by the pungent stink of muscular, well tended cannabis. The receptionist takes my ID and I peek through the teak slats behind him. It looks like a deli. It looks like a candy store. 
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It looks like the Herbology class at Hogwarts.
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“Budtenders” stand patiently behind the counter. The atmosphere is quiet and professional. One person at a time is allowed into the dispensary. Alas I am not one of them; my New York ID invalidates my California prescription.

Before I can ponder what to do next, The receptionist tells me that it is possible to order for delivery. He gives me the number of his sales rep: “Tell him you are a friend of Sonny who's a friend of James, Sarah’s boyfriend, who...” This “Rep” is sounding more and more like a dealer. Do I really want to go down this road?

But it turns out I don't need to. A quick call to a friend as I am leaving, reveals I never needed a prescription to begin with. In California, recreational pot is just as legal as medical! Will wonders never cease? Next stop: MedMen.
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There's a 10-minute wait outside the place, and ID is checked, but except for the familiar odor when you get inside, there is a 180 degree difference between this and the dispensary. Designed to look like an Apple Store...
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There is a central island with iPads showing photographs and Peterman-like drawings of plants, accompanied by text detailing the strains, the origins of harvest, percentages of CBD to THC. There are also flat, covered dishes with magnifying glasses built in, and spring-loaded latches so you can sniff the product.
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Assorted marijuana products line the walls: bubble bath balls, dropper bottles, vaping pens, sublinguals, chocolate-covered cannabis-infused blueberries (5 mg THC per bite), weed for rolling. Wandering salespeople are knowledgeable and available to help - and business is booming: the noise level rivals Macy's on Christmas Eve (before Amazon). By the time I leave, the line stretches around the corner.
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I wonder what's going to happen to those little dispensaries when word gets out about this place? 

I emerge with 2 salvs for my sore shoulder (one with THC), and a bubble bath ball. Oddly, these come in both CBD as well as THC versions (seniors bring your Life Alert pendant with you into the tub). Oh, and a bottle of drops for sleeping. 

The sleeping drops are lovely, the salvs only go so far. Broken bones are too much of a challenge for marijuana it seems, and I wind up resorting to Ibuprofen, Tylenol, and the strategic application of cold packs. 

I am lucky my pain is manageable with just these. I pass no judgement on anyone who needs more powerful pain relief. There are meds for that. 

But to my knowledge, no pain killer has ever been invented for the pain of a broken heart.  As I'm leaving MedMen, I spy this.
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Like the lover who dumped me but lives nearby, this is a sight I know I'm going to have to get used to every time I leave the house. Especially back in New York where bike lanes are increasingly ubiquitous. The first protected crosstown lanes are going up right near me. I was the one who recorded the ride to illustrate the need for them.

I still believe in cycling, and I will always love it. I will always admire the riders: working cyclists, commuters, day-trippers and racers. They are road warriors extraordinaire. But in three years, I've visited three different ERs. The best I can do now is to continue to advocate for cyclists, help keep them safe, and on the road - out of the ER and off painkillers.
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Sheila
1/23/2018 03:25:56 pm

This is so interesting! Information we all should have! Thanks Mel for maintaining your journalism in the face of adversity.

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Mary Collins
1/23/2018 03:45:02 pm

Dear Mel,

I am so sorry about your broken arm and your broken heart! No fair. No way. Our bodies are letting us down but eventually, you will find another lover. That's your nature. Love and kisses on that shoulder,
Mary

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karen
1/23/2018 05:58:11 pm

Beautifully written

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Francine
1/23/2018 11:08:03 pm

Aww..This was so sad to read. But, wonderfully written! I hope you continue writing about bicycling(or any topic) Here in St.Louis bike lanes keep appearing-but I dare not ride a bike. People barely pay attention while driving their car.

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Alice Gordon
1/24/2018 02:26:47 am

Darling Mel! This is wonderfully written, not just for the language and the wit you claim is absent (c.f., Weight Watchers; Hogwarts, etc.), but for the self-knowledge and presence of mind you show, always with a light touch. Hope you are feeling better!

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Pamela
1/24/2018 10:15:53 am

Hi Doll: Brava! Another example of your marvelous inner strength as you reflect on and write about your struggle "to bike or not to bike" while in emotional and physical pain. Takes a lot of guts girl!

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Reed
4/20/2018 06:36:45 am

To ride...or not to ride. After my cycling mishaps that yielded broken bones/replacement parts I understand your reaction, so eloquently and vividly expressed by you above. But, not riding is a very sad situation, indeed.

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8/17/2019 01:54:07 am

I am glad now that they have legalized it which has cause a great ease in the curing insomnia and anxiety. They had to do that before because the government didn't allow people to consume CBD because it is always termed as a drug.

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