So, some of you may know that I am in nursing school in my final semester and that during this time I have to spend schooltime doing nursing care in a clinical setting (hospital) called... naturally... Clinicals!
On My second clinical day of the week I cared for a man who was totally wasting away from complications of throat cancer. The poor man was skin and bones and unable to eat anything from the pain. We tend to take for granted all the things that we have. Even the most mundane and natural things that we have like the ability to eat a good meal... This guy obviously hadn't had that pleasure in quite some time and it was heartbreaking to see what his illness had done both to him and his family. Even more devestating is the fact that I have had the joy of using a medicine that could take this man's pain away and even put a little fat on this man's frame which would further allieviate the painful bed sores that his condition predisposes him to.
It is so fucked up that I live in a state that can't see the benefit of a plant that could help the world in so many ways. It would certainly help this man's world, but, alas, it is condemned and avoided at all costs. In the segments of lecture where we discuss substance abuse, I sat there in utter disbelief hearing the weed fear-mongering that I, as a future nurse, am being groomed to peddle even though I have full and intimate knowledge of it as a beautiful thing.
Well, I will just let the whole sloppy shitfest go once I step out of that hospital door. I'll go home, smoke up, and figure how I can keep my life going happily with me my woman and my brain spinach. Sorry to take so much of y'alls time but I just had to vent.
Peace,
Hackel
On My second clinical day of the week I cared for a man who was totally wasting away from complications of throat cancer. The poor man was skin and bones and unable to eat anything from the pain. We tend to take for granted all the things that we have. Even the most mundane and natural things that we have like the ability to eat a good meal... This guy obviously hadn't had that pleasure in quite some time and it was heartbreaking to see what his illness had done both to him and his family. Even more devestating is the fact that I have had the joy of using a medicine that could take this man's pain away and even put a little fat on this man's frame which would further allieviate the painful bed sores that his condition predisposes him to.
It is so fucked up that I live in a state that can't see the benefit of a plant that could help the world in so many ways. It would certainly help this man's world, but, alas, it is condemned and avoided at all costs. In the segments of lecture where we discuss substance abuse, I sat there in utter disbelief hearing the weed fear-mongering that I, as a future nurse, am being groomed to peddle even though I have full and intimate knowledge of it as a beautiful thing.
Well, I will just let the whole sloppy shitfest go once I step out of that hospital door. I'll go home, smoke up, and figure how I can keep my life going happily with me my woman and my brain spinach. Sorry to take so much of y'alls time but I just had to vent.
Peace,
Hackel