ltecato
Well-Known Member
When I was teenager, back when Carter was president, I had a very serious kind of cancer. The treatment was megadoses of cobalt radiation to the head and neck. One day during this treatment I looked at myself in the mirror and fainted at the sight of all those burns. The radiation basically turns off your sense of taste, so eating anything at all is about as fun as chewing cardboard. I had nausea and near-constant dry heaves, which in turn gave me stomach cramps so bad that at times I'd be rolling around on the floor screaming in pain.
If I was in a hospital when I got a nausea attack, they'd give me a shot of medicine that would usually stop the vomiting, but it also had terrifying side effects. I don't know exactly what it was, but based on the symptoms I had and the medicines available at the time, I've determined that it was probably in the same class of anti-psychotic meds like Thorazine, Compazine and Haldol. These are drugs with known serious side effects, including some that can be permanent. Some of the symptoms mimic Parkinson's disease.
Once I left the hospital, the only prescription nausea meds I could get were suppositories. Why suppositories? Because if you're vomiting all the time, pills won't stay down long enough to help. But medicine melting in your asshole takes a long time to get into the blood, longer than pills, in my experience, and a helluva lot longer than an injection.
I was so glad when neighbor kids, well, juvenile delinquents to be honest, would share their reefer with me. I could go from puking and miserable to almost feeling normal in about 15 seconds. On top of that, it encouraged me to eat a little more, and at that time I was so skinny I looked like I'd been lost in the desert for 40 days.
I started toking before I went in for radiation treatment, and it was a huge help in coping with the nasty smell/taste of ozone that would cause me to gag as soon as the cobalt rays hit my head region. It was also nice to get a little buzz on before some of the routine procedures that were not terribly painful but still uncomfortable, like having nasty stuff vacuumed out of my ears.
At the time, patients had damn few options for nausea control. Nowadays, thank God, the legal anti-nausea meds have gotten better, plus the Feds finally grew a conscience and decided to allow Marinol. It's still a pill, but at least you don't get the bad side effects that happened to me.
Another thing, I researched and found out that the glaucoma meds as late as the '80s or '90s had a long list of bad side effects. I learned from my neighbor that his glaucoma meds would screw up his vision for hours after he took a dose. I seem to remember something about headaches and nausea as well.
To me, it really shows how screwed up the federal drug policies are. They force patients to become criminals if they want to try MMJ rather than use the "legitimate meds" that often didn't work or could cause serious problems as side effects. Stupid, just plain stupid.
If I was in a hospital when I got a nausea attack, they'd give me a shot of medicine that would usually stop the vomiting, but it also had terrifying side effects. I don't know exactly what it was, but based on the symptoms I had and the medicines available at the time, I've determined that it was probably in the same class of anti-psychotic meds like Thorazine, Compazine and Haldol. These are drugs with known serious side effects, including some that can be permanent. Some of the symptoms mimic Parkinson's disease.
Once I left the hospital, the only prescription nausea meds I could get were suppositories. Why suppositories? Because if you're vomiting all the time, pills won't stay down long enough to help. But medicine melting in your asshole takes a long time to get into the blood, longer than pills, in my experience, and a helluva lot longer than an injection.
I was so glad when neighbor kids, well, juvenile delinquents to be honest, would share their reefer with me. I could go from puking and miserable to almost feeling normal in about 15 seconds. On top of that, it encouraged me to eat a little more, and at that time I was so skinny I looked like I'd been lost in the desert for 40 days.
I started toking before I went in for radiation treatment, and it was a huge help in coping with the nasty smell/taste of ozone that would cause me to gag as soon as the cobalt rays hit my head region. It was also nice to get a little buzz on before some of the routine procedures that were not terribly painful but still uncomfortable, like having nasty stuff vacuumed out of my ears.
At the time, patients had damn few options for nausea control. Nowadays, thank God, the legal anti-nausea meds have gotten better, plus the Feds finally grew a conscience and decided to allow Marinol. It's still a pill, but at least you don't get the bad side effects that happened to me.
Another thing, I researched and found out that the glaucoma meds as late as the '80s or '90s had a long list of bad side effects. I learned from my neighbor that his glaucoma meds would screw up his vision for hours after he took a dose. I seem to remember something about headaches and nausea as well.
To me, it really shows how screwed up the federal drug policies are. They force patients to become criminals if they want to try MMJ rather than use the "legitimate meds" that often didn't work or could cause serious problems as side effects. Stupid, just plain stupid.
