Over a year later, I am amending my blog- NOT because cancer came back because it hasn't. Actually, I am a year older and a year dumber, and I forget how I went about starting a new blog. So I am adding to the new one. It's kind of hard to start it up again, as I think I was funnier before. I think cancer makes you funny. I suppose it is better to be non-cancerous and non-funny, but it makes writing a blog harder. Hopefully, though, it was blog-writing, rather than cancer, that made me funny. Well maybe if you are reding this, and who will, because if you followed my blog a year ago- all 22 of you, plus you know who in Oakland that just reads it and doesn't sign up to follow it- you should smoke some weed before you read this and it will be a little bit funnier.
Speaking of weed, that is something I do want to write about. I am now living in California, where medical marijuana is legal. Well, sort of legal. I was never a big weed smoker in the day. Flying monkeys and all. Sort of wish I did like it more back then, as I am kind of a fan of doing illegal things that are not harmful to others. And being too dumb to learn how to be a hacker and embezzle from big businesses, my illegal activities at the time were limited to not stopping at red lights in the middle of the night and high end prostitution. Both equally harmless.
So when I first came to San Diego, I was still taking some breast cancer meds- and they caused some nausea and pain- I immediately signed up for a medical marijuana card. Because I could,OK?
This is what it entailed: I went to a doctor and filled out a form, listing my diagnoses and medications, and then met with a doctor who took my blood pressure, talked for a while, paid $50 bucks and got a recommendation for medical marijuana use. It was retty clear I needed to have some sort of a medical condition, which I totally kind of had. I am pretty sure if I said, "I am fine, I just want to get high," She would have booted me out of the office. By the way if I happen to post some words missing letters, it is the fault of my laptop, not me. This computer does not like vowels and tries to avoid printing them unless I m quite vigilant. See what I mean?