So, as I queried yesterday, if it is such a magical medicine to me why don’t I hunker down and get that card? There is a system at play for this exact issue!
Seems that system is flawed. There are plenty of reasons and excuses, but I will not be pondering those. This is the plight I have been placed in.
I have been thinking and griping about a medical card for a while. You see, deceptive as that name might be Medicinal Marijuana does not work like your average medicine. I have been prescribed many, all with side effects to trump Pot’s, but none of them required a subscription fee. A fee for the medicine and pill, sure! Those prices might be criminal, but at least if I put money or an insurance card down I am getting what I need. I just go to a doctor, get a prescription, and go to a pharmacist.
Should it turn out that all those medications being flung at you after only a 5 minute squawking session with the professionals do little to nothing, but pot works for you? Great! The doctor, shrink, or crazy guy in the bushes will say. Can’t help you though! They aren’t qualified to give the RECOMMENDATION.
That is the key thing there. You do not get a PRESCRIPTION for medical marijuana. A special strange doctor you have to hunt for (normally found online if problematic) and who can charge any number of prices has to be found. Then they can give you a recommendation.
Hold on now! Where do you live? That also affects the price. Where I live, Nevada, I was getting quotes from everywhere from $100 to $500. JUST for the card. This involves going to a number of different people (Doctors, law office, blah blah) and a number of steps each who can vary their price. Not even for life either, that card is good for ONE YEAR and then you have to pay again. As well with the Nevada card, apparently, you can’t go and buy it in California. Given I have family, was born, and grew up in California the first half of my life.. I often go there. As I can’t take my god damned life saving medicine over the border of the states without risking legal action, I’d need to buy it there. The process for Nevada’s is said to take months.
So I looked into the California card. It turns out all the dispensaries here say they will accept them! It is able to be used in both Nevada and California, and even better, it is only $40 plus $20 for a physical card with a picture of my face on it. Even BETTER after a quick phone interview and filling out one form, and one fee, I had my medical marijuana license!
After all these years, all this time treated like a criminal ands forced to wait in alleys for sketchy dealers because I couldn’t afford the Cannabis Costco Card we call a Medical System, I finally had it. I was finally considered a medical user.
So I finally go to a dispensary and.. Well.. Hold on now, APPARENTLY all of a sudden I need a California ID or Passport for this to work. Something my research had not uncovered and I had not been informed of until two seconds before I was done with the doctor on the phone. I found out by being denied.
My digital copy in hand and the hopes that FINALLY I would get just a BIT of a fucking break when it came to this god damn sink hole of a medication I am on…
No.
That paper I have pictured up there? $60 of useless ink. $60 I could have spent buying it recreationally so that the stress of tis madness does not put me into another episode where something, who knows what, swells. (It was the bicep and shin, for those curious.)
There is a special kind of bitterness that develops when you wait an hour in line outside the dispensary for the house special (which gets eat up in an hour or less for the insane price) and to have medical patient after medical patient who was there after you get called up.. When you SHOULD be considered this.,
Especially after I learned even if I did get my passport. Since it isn’t a California address.. Sorry.
Even if those doctors suggest it could save your life. Even if the doctor himself is amazed at what it has done with it. EVEN IF YOU PAID FOR THE DAMN THING ALREADY.
Though luck, cripple. Go get in line with the recreational users and pay the recreational price. Let us march and call out the medicinal ones, the group you should be in, one by one. As the special gets taken one by one. As the government taxes you twice for the thing you wholeheartedly thank for keeping you on this miserable mortal coil.
All the dispensaries say they understood… But there was nothing they can do.
Whoever is running this system, the disability system, puttying those empty conditions in my job waivers claiming I can’t be fired for my disability, and basically anything that is supposed to be set up to keep our population functioning and healthy… I hope you are pleased.