in fact, morphine and alcohol are really the only two drugs that ever do anything for me… you can keep your pot farms, I am sooooo looking forward to morphine-laced beer becoming available to home brewers.
]]>Oh, lordy yes, Badtux! They haven’t figured out yet what triggers Charcot joint (named after the 19th-century French doc Jean-Martin Charcot, who first realized there was a pattern to how the limb, a foot in my case, went bad, or maybe after a gangster whose nickname was Sharko who later moved to France… uh, never mind…) but the upshot is pretty simple: the foot turns so that the sole points inward toward the body’s midline; then it shrivels up (uuuugly!); last of all, in my case at least, it gets infected with a wound that absolutely will not respond to even the most powerful antibiotics, so that if you want to live, you have to have it amputated. [Sigh!]
On the whole, post-amputation, I’ve had a pretty good experience: as the docs told me, I’ve felt better than if I’d tried to keep the foot by staying on those obscenely powerful med’s. And ever since that runner Pistorius murdered his girlfriend, I haven’t even had to explain the prosthesis that serves as the end of my right leg; network news sensationalism did that job for me. Once in a while, in summer, I get a notion that I wouldn’t sweat so profusely if I didn’t have to wear a rubber liner over my stump…
]]>Getting old sucks :(.
More on the morphine — I have pretty good pain tolerance normally. I broke one of my fingers while backpacking on a multi-day trip, I winced and shrugged and kept hiking and didn’t really realize it was broken until a few days later when I realized it was crooked (it’s still crooked, because by the time I got out of the wilderness it had pretty much set that way, I wasn’t interested in calling for a helicopter to extract me because my life was in no way in danger). Didn’t even take an ibuprofen. I think the deal with morphine is that it turns off my normal pain tolerance and replaces it with fuzz. Fuzz can’t tolerate pain the way plain old me can.
]]>Bryan, I too have never broken a (major) bone despite having bicycled actively for 25-30 years and crashed in all the usual ways. Someone who saw me fall in the time trials for the only race I ever tried out for tells me that I relax really well when I go down; it certainly doesn’t feel like relaxation, but I’ll take whatever injury prevention I can get.
]]>In short, I’m a prescribing doctor’s nightmare when it comes to drugs and their effects. Mostly I rely on Advil for pain, with the understanding that too much Advil will tear up my stomach, sigh. But when it gets past that point… well, medical marijuana is legal in my state and looks to me like the best of a bad lot.
]]>I let you know what kind of drugs they are handing out down here.
]]>Oh well. *shrug*
]]>The problem for containment is that the process has been published and the gene splicing is apparently not beyond most college labs. With all of the GM seeds most Ag programs probably cover the necessary techniques. The next ‘Breaking Bad’ will feature a botanist instead of a chemist.
Just legalize it, tax it, and move on. Prohibition didn’t work with alcohol won’t work with anything else.
]]>Yeah, I know they used gene splicing to get there, something not readily available to amateurs, but there are a lot of amateurs.
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