I just got off the phone with a delightful older lady in Nevada. She had called our Washington DC office and they referred her to me. I had hardly said “Hello, this is Russ” before she launched into her sputtering tirade. ”I live in Nevada,” she explained, “and I just made the drive to Carson City to get my medical marijuana card. You know I had to spend over $300 to get this card that says I can have pharmaceutical marijuana…”
“Well, it’s not phar…” I tried to interject, but she was rolling.
“…and then I ask the guy where I’m supposed to pick up some of this pharmaceutical marijuana and he tells me I can’t get any, that I have to grow my own from a plant!” she exclaimed. Yes, I agree, while I’m wondering “what did the DC office think I could do about this?” She continues, “How can they call it pharmaceutical marijuana if you don’t have some place to pick it up?!? He says I’m supposed to just go find a plant, like I know anybody that has marijuana plants! Now I’m out over $300 for a card that does me no good because I don’t know how I’m supposed to get this pharmaceutical marijuana!”
Eventually I broke in and told her I sympathized, but, uh, how can I help you? ”That’s the big problem in many medical marijuana states,” I said soothingly, “you’re allowed to use medical marijuana if some should fall out of the sky into your pipe. But you can’t buy it or sell it or even buy seeds for it.”
“So what do I do?”
In Massachusetts, we tell them to call their state representatives and consider moving to Rhode Island. Share on FriendFeed
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