Ok. I did something illegal. but other than my written word (which is subject to questioning since I have MS and in enough pain to be out of my mind literally) there is no evidence in my house.

I smoked pot in my late teens/early 20's. We had fun, laughed and ate food.

So for medicinal purposes, I had a friend in a legal place bake up a batch of brownies and send them. Biggest dilemma was how much to eat and when. Full stomach? How long for digestion?

First time was full stomach. small amount. nothing.

Next time, late at night, went to sleep. Got up in early AM, wobbly legs. Morning after, felt pretty good.

Then tried a bigger brownie just before dinner. Ate dinner. 1 1/2 later, uh oh. Not good at all.

Instead of relaxing, everything was wrong. I was stiff as a board. Could not put sentences together. DH helped me to bed, I could not move other than one hand! I wanted to call the paramedics but it was an herb, I knew it would go away and really, how embarrassing that a 56 year old lady ate a brownie laced with MJ.

Next morning, no problem and back to normal.

Next attempt, my friend sent me a joint. I took one hit. Still had negative results. All the unpleasant reactions. Felt the buzz factor, could not concentrate, stiff body, lack of coherent thoughts.

And my lungs were really unhappy with me. My breath smelled like pot for hours despite brushing my teeth. I could feel the lung tissue saying, "don't ever do that again!"

I was looking for the high I remembered as a young-un. I had no fear of MJ. I was even a bit excited for the high.

This is not a rant AGAINST MMJ. I think it should be legal not only for medical use but for all people. As a choice. I have met mean drunks but stoners were just laid back and mellow.

I wrote this negative post to see if anyone else had my same response to the drug.

I know there are different strengths. This may have been too strong but the high was unmistakable.

And yes, I am a rebel.