Medical Marijuana and You
Medical marijuana is increasingly becoming the treatment of choice for many chronic back pain patients. Conventional treatment therapies such as over the counter non-steroidal anti-inflammatory medications – NSAIDS – (such as ibuprofen, naproxen sodium, or aspirin) can be helpful but can cause side effects such as stomach upset, nausea, gastric bleeding, and ulcers. Prescription medications like other NSAIDS (like Celebrex) or opiates (like Vicodin or Norco) can be effective at treating pain but can also cause many adverse and unacceptable side effects. The addictive potential of opiates is very concerning to patients who struggle with chronic pain and need relief; it is this concern that leads patients to consider using medical marijuana, a very effective treatment for chronic back pain.
Medical marijuana laws are designed to ease pain for migraine sufferers and other people with conditions that leave them in chronic pain. Now they are also causing headaches for employers.
Luke Vezey, a Colorado Springs man with a medical marijuana card state law requires to light up legally, was fired from his job for failing a drug test.
Vezey, who suffers from chronic stomach pain, told Colorado's KKTV Thursday: “What I do is strictly for my stomach. I do it out of work, I've never come in under the influence.”
He worked as a guard at a private-jail facility which has a zero-tolerance drugs policy he says he was aware of when he was asked to take a random drug test. He failed the test, was placed on leave, and then received a certified letter firing him.
Vezey has hired a lawyer to fight the decision, but Colorado Springs lawyer Kevin Donavon (who is not involved with the case) says the law is confusing.
“There is no prescription, marijuana prescription. It's a recommendation by the doctor and if you have that recommendation that allows you immunity from prosecution,” Donavan said. But nothing in the law prevents a user from losing his o her job after a positive drug test. Vezey's former employer declined to comment, citing privacy reasons.
Last month, New Jersey became the 14th state to make marijuana legal for medicinal purposes, and an additional 12 states have pending legislation – meaning more and more employers will find themselves considering adding a Marijuana FAQ to the employee handbook. Only Rhode Island specifically protects workers from being fired for their medical use of the drug.
Taken on doctor's recommendation or not, pot use remains illegal under the federal Controlled Substances Act. But in October the Department of Justice announced that federal agents will target users and distributors only when they violate both federal and state laws.
Where does that leave employers? It's all uncertain legal ground.
Consider California, where in 2008 the state Supreme Court ruled 5-2 in favor of computer data storage company RagingWire Telecommunications (No. 1700 on Inc's 2009 5000), which fired a systems engineer–a disabled veteran who lit up to ease his chronic back pain–for failing a drug test.
The court said that Proposition 215, which allows use of marijuana for medical purposes with a doctor's recommendation, does not protect workers for being fired for violating federal drug laws before, during, or after work hours.
What's more, an employer who knowingly hires a medical marijuana user is “arguably complicit in an activity that's illegal under federal law.”
Montana also has upheld an employer that fired a worker who failed company drug tests, but each state law is different and the issues haven't been fully tested in the courts. In Montana's FAQ for medical marijuana users, the answer to “What should I tell my employer if I am subject to a drug test?” is “The law is silent on this issue.”
Then there's Michigan, where the law says a registered user can't be “subject to arrest, prosecution or penalty in any manner or denied any right or privilege including… disciplinary action by a business.” But another part of the law says “nothing in this act shall be construed to require an employer to accommodate the ingestion of marijuana in any workplace or any employee working while under the influence of marijuana.”
It gets even hazier when you consider the Americans With Disabilities Act, under which an employee fired for using pot for health reasons could in theory pursue a lawsuit claiming discrimination. Is pot-use, for example, a reasonable accommodation you need to grant an employee in chronic pain? Or, if an employer has a zero-tolerance policy for drug use, would creating an exception for medical marijuana users create another kind of legal exposure? And what about employees who operate heavy industrial equipment or have other job responsibilities where workplace safety standards come into play?
Advocacy group Americans for Safe Access already has reported hundreds of complaints of discrimination by employers. ”It's a gray area to know what you can do,” Danielle Urban of employment law firm Fisher & Phillips told the National Law Journal. ”But I think it's still risky to just fire someone for using “
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I live next to a place where people buy marijuana with great frequency. And not in the way that your neighbor upstairs pushes a few dime bags here and there—this is a full-blown storefront, with free coffee and a TV and couches for people to lounge on. Carefully stapled bags, "prescription" printed on one side, are pushed out of a little window similar to the kind manned by bank tellers or postal clerks. The child-proof amber prescription bottles are the same kind that Cephalexin or Xanax comes in, but with ink-jet-printed labels reading ISH slapped on them, citing CA Health and Safety Code 11362.5-7. And that's because this is all, still, legal in the failing great state of California.
Prop 215, also known as the Compassionate Use Act, brought about the legalization of medicinal marijuana in California in 1996, making operations like my friendly neighborhood pot shop, the Long Beach Organics Collective (read the reviews!) possible. What were originally envisioned as collectives made up of the terminally ill or chronic pain sufferers coming together in peaceful, self-supporting agrarian enclaves, growing and sharing their marijuana amongst themselves, has blown up into big business in recent years. San Francisco, with a population of under a million, is home to just twenty-three tightly regulated dispensaries. The city of Los Angeles is home to at least 540 pot shops, a figure that is said to be larger than that of all the Starbucks in the City of Angels. (There are just slightly a bit more than 1700 Starbucks in the whole state.)
In LA, billboards and print ads offering cheap medical marijuana evaluations are a regular sight. Their aesthetic borrows heavily from The Chronic and Doggystyle era rap album art, mixed in with a token bit of medical iconography; cannabis leaves abound. Banished to the back pages of local alt-weeklies, just a page’s turn from the escort ads, the target audience doesn’t seem to be cancer patients, people with glaucoma or those suffering from spinal injuries.
My pot shop is just a few blocks north of downtown Long Beach, a neighborhood that fell on hard times before the Great Recession hit. Then the already empty retail spaces expanded storefront by storefront, leaving many blocks largely vacant. While opening a more traditional business in any of these spaces would require surviving the excruciatingly slow and arcane process known as obtaining a business license, opening a pot shop has been the easier route. They are not the target of federal raids that still can and do target places like the hookah bar down the block which was so shady that a heavy chain and padlock was kept across the doors even during their so-called “business” hours, as they openly sold marijuana inside—all while operating under a business license for selling beauty and hair care products, one of the easiest to obtain. The Obama administration has called the feds off of dispensaries that abide by California law, regardless of the all-trumping federal laws against marijuana.
Now the Long Beach City Council has passed an ordinance in the hope to curtail the ever-expanding number of dispensaries. It sets a buffer zone around schools for one thing; it also mandates that all marijuana sold be grown within the city's limits.
There are three schools within just a few blocks of my pot shop. The closest, just a half block away, is a pre-school, which seems to indicate the end of the establishment. Community activists have been highly vocal in their support of these proposed laws, citing crime, ugliness and sketchy people. To them, dispensaries are no better than your average casita.
That has not been my experience.
My thoughts on the local pot shop began with a bowl of water. José, the intimidating, tall and wide guy who sits watch over the doctor’s office-like waiting room, set it down outside the front door. “For the dogs,” he said, as I walked past with my own beagle, Sigmund, “so they can have a drink.” My pot shop wanted to be a good neighbor. This was just the first step in what has become a growing neighborhood charm offensive. As it occupies the sole retail space on the block, the LBOC is continually looking to insert itself into the community, hoping to become loved and indispensable to stoners and marijuana teetotalers alike.
A good friend who lives nearby in an apartment she owns, inside of which she often smokes medicinal-grade marijuana picked up from one of those old-fashioned (illegal) drug dealer types. She recalled her response to the LBOC opening by miming taking a drag off a joint then speaking in fits and starts around a fake cough: “Fuck, man. What about my property value?”
And in a sense, yes. One of two things are highly likely to happen if you stand out front of the LBOC for any extended period of time: a patient will offer to sell you the weed he just procured at the dispensary, or someone will ask if you have a club card and if you can buy for them. I often recognize my high school-aged self in the faces of the shotgun-riding passengers sitting in cars parked in the 30-minute spot out front—it’s a green zone! That must have been the face I put on while someone over 21 went into the gas station to buy me beers. I’ve watched teenaged skater kids rip into the stapled-shut bags—police procedural rules bar cops from unsealing stabled prescriptions—more than eager to get at their purchase. Once one pulled out a huge bud right on the street corner, holding it up against the sky to examine the color of its hairs, the pockets of THC crystals.
But then there’s a philosophy student from Cal State University Long Beach, with a grey-flecked ponytail, that I see regularly. He walks incredibly stiffly, uses a cane. To pet my dog, Sigmund jump up and put his paws on the man’s waist; he is unable to bend over. He found himself on suicide watch after making a bad choice during a doctor's visit; he said that if a proposed treatment wasn’t going to help, he just wanted it to all end.
And there’s a grandmother with a motorized scooter who comes with her pre-teen grandson. She motors past the younger and not-visibly-suffering patients to pick up a quarter of her strain of choice.
Phase two of the charm offensive blew way past the doggie water bowl. One early weekday morning, I saw a flock of blue t-shirts milling around out front, trash bags in hand. The back of each shirt was silkscreened with a white cannabis leaf, with the words CLEAN UP CREW running beneath. The blue-shirted legal stoners made their way through the neighborhood, picking up trash with the help of latex gloves. Others swept up dead leaves and debris—surely including a fair number of hastily torn "Prescription" bags—from the sidewalk.
They clean up every weekend now, with at least a dozen people making up a given Saturday or Sunday’s crew. The volunteers are familiar faces from weekdays at the dispensary—the same twentysomething-heavy crowd, but with quite a few more female volunteers to balance out the bros. And they don’t do some half-assed cleaning job. This is far from being a spotless neighborhood, the grass and sidewalks littered with an array of trash and leftover food—chicken bones and stripped cobs of corn impaled on sticks, sold by street vendors, along with various fast food packaging and wrappers. On weekends now, the sidewalks are spotless, the landscaping free of clinging bits of trash, no dregs of meals half ground into the sidewalk.
There’s definitely a Mafioso feeling to the whole thing—as if the residents in the neighborhood are “being taken care of.” It’s not like we’ve all been gifted iPods that fell of the back of some truck, but with all of the political debate going on, the charm offensive does make it feel like I’m unwittingly giving something back, if only my own attitude, for these cleaner streets, for the dog water and also for the dog bag dispenser they later installed outside. I use the bags—they’re the biodegradable kind, the ones that won’t clog up landfills like the cheap plastic sandwich bags I used to buy for picking up after my dog.
The charm offensive is not entirely working. A stroller-pushing mother unleashed a fierce tirade on a pair of street cleaners the other Sunday. Even as they were picking up trash, she pointed them out to her husband as if they were breaking car windows or stencil-bombing people’s front doors: “Look baby, there’s two of them now,” she said.
Then, yelling across the street, not pausing as she pushed he daughter forward: “Now you’re fucking out here picking shit up off the street?” she yelled.
The Mafioso thing is definitely getting to some more than others.
I became the best of neighbors to the LBOC completely by chance way too early recently when my trusty beagle sidekick and I foiled a robbery attempt. Out for a morning walk, not even half-awake myself, Sigmund and I passed by someone walking up the sidewalk around the corner from the front of the dispensary. I vaguely remember saying hello, which is totally out of character for me, especially when resignedly taking the dog out anytime before 6:00 a.m. This makes me think that Sigmund howled at the man—and his beagle howl is raw and loud, a painful sound to hear. On my way back, I saw the same guy messing with the metal gate covering the LBOC's glass doors. He was trying to dismantle the cameras, as it turned out. José told me all of this the next day. He said that as they were playing back the security tape, just when the would-be burglar was trying to take the camera down, the footage showed Sigmund and I walking past, and the burglar took off.
Even before the City Council passed the "locally grown" part of its initiative, the LBOC had moved into the empty office space next door. They quickly put up walls, added new doors and may have already started growing a crop right here on my block. The front of the grow operation space has large plate-glass windows looking out on the street. They hope to decorate them with rotating art installations. None of this may matter, in light of the school-zone buffer laws. But they seem to think that if they can make the neighborhood love them enough, all the laws might just go away.
Willy Blackmore lives in Long Beach, where he works for a PR firm and also writes sometimes.
Photograph by Katherine Hitt, under a Creative Commons license.
Medical Marijuana Vs. Your City
While many medical marijuana clients sit on the sidelines, and the cities try and figure out how they are going to address the medical cannabis clubs. Our local Prop 215 community remains in large part, living in fear.”will they close my local collective?”
I want to remind everyone that “hemp” is what our Original constitution was written on in 1776, by our fore fathers who made it Illegal to not grow hemp or what the gov't named it in the early 1900's Marijuana, and this was done to put an evil to the Plant given to us by God might I remind you that is who our nation was founded under! I do belive this because in scripture it says ” All things bearing seeds I give to you” I have not a clue what verse it is but I have been in church for years and I very specifically remeber this. and George Washington himself said “I wouldn't miss Harvest on my Plantation for the world” speaking specifically of “hemp” or “Marijuana” the US INC. term for the “drug” and I have driven Very stoned may of times I payed way more attention then I would have been if I was Drunk on Alcohol. Never a death caused by marijuana but many by the cruel illecit drug Alcohol but I see not men condeming this because The Corporation owners want us to be an angry at the world peoples, they do not want States to have there rights, they want War and they want extremist so they can Call them terrorist, and have a reason for the international banks to make more money, and continue their control and try to install their “New world Order” and “One Government world” I'D die for my freedom an pray to the lord to save this once great nation, if I were you but then again freedom of religion is yours and i will not push it on you yet i will forgive all of you who do wrong, for it is not my place to judge!
Igpajo: Wal-Mart has a policy against illegal drug use. The legality in this case is in question. This is a sick person whose health care you may now end up paying for. That cool with you? I think Wal-Mart's health provider should pick up the tab. Employees are free to use drugs prescribed by their doctor at their place of employment as long as they do not impair performance.
Kevin Kenny: So now Wal-Mart has taken over as the judicial system in this country as well? It's their job to prosecute people who disobey the law? Really? This in addition to Wal-Mart's ability to override a doctor's view of what's best for their patient and govern employee morals outside of work? I think Wal-Mart should be illegal!
As Mark said, this person was not fired for being intoxicated or behaving badly on the job. I don't think drug tests should only be allowed with due cause and I do not consider a knee injury due cause. No evidence he was acting stoned here.
Note: I am a former medical marijuana user who is not using at present. I told every doctor I had (quite a few) that I used and not one ever advised me to quit.
Filed under Uncategorized | Tags: cannabis clubs, collectives, living in fear, medical marijuana, prop 215, sidelines | Comment (0)Medical Marijuana and Depression
Clinical depression is a very serious illness. People with this condition have long-term, often debilitating feelings of sadness and low self-esteem. There can be suicidal thoughts. Depression makes ordinary tasks such as going to work, cooking, cleaning, even personal hygiene, very difficult.
Once the symptoms have been evaluated by a doctor, prescription medications are routinely prescribed. There are many types of anti-depressant medications: tricyclic antidepressants, MAOs(monoamine oxidase inhibitors), SSRIs (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors), SNRIs (serotonin-norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors) and a few others.
The Denver Post:
Colorado's public policies regarding the use of medical marijuana are a complete mess — and as the medical director of a busy adolescent substance abuse treatment program in Denver, I get to contend with this mess every day.
Take, for example, the 19-year-old whom I have treated for severe addiction for several months. He recently showed up in my clinic with a medical marijuana license. How did he get it? Easy, he said. He paid $300 for a brief visit with another doctor to discuss his “depression.” The doctor took a cursory medical history that certainly didn't involve contacting me.
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Is marijuana responsible for John Patrick Bedell's suicidal
assault on the Pentagon? Yes,
says Washington Post blogger Charles Lane, although
his theory of the plant's criminogenic effects is slightly more
sophisticated than Harry
Anslinger's. Instead of obtaining “effective treatment for his
obviously serious mental illness,” says Lane, Bedell sought help
for his insomnia from a California physician, who gave him a
recommendation for marijuana. “Bedell's loved ones' anguish at his
death,” Lane writes, “may be compounded now by the knowledge that,
at one important moment in his troubled life, a doctor gave him
help obtaining more marijuana—as opposed to real help.” Lane
believes this incident illustrates his point that “the legalization
of physician-recommended pot in California is a prescription for
disaster because it authorizes the 'treatment' of a wide range of
real maladies with a spurious 'medicine'…that might be
ineffective or actually harmful.” Although Lane thinks marijuana's
medicinal benefits are generally fictitious, he is willing to let
cancer and AIDS patients use it, as long as they're dying.
Furthermore, he wants to “debate legalizing marijuana as a
recreational drug.” In short, Lane is prepared to consider a legal
regime that would have allowed Bedell to obtain all the pot he
wanted (something he apparently managed to do anyway), as long as
no one called it a medicine.
Lane is right that a lot of recreational pot smoking is
masquerading as medical use in California, and he is also right to
suggest that general legalization would be better than the current
situation. But given his confidence that Bedell's maladjustment,
wacky beliefs, and violence were all symptoms of a disease that
psychiatrists know how to treat, I'm not sure how Lane can so
readily reject the idea that people are using marijuana as a
medicine when they use it to alleviate such quotidian psychological
problems as stress, anxiety, depression, and insomnia.
Psychiatrists do treat such problems with government-approved
pharmaceuticals, after all. Lane cites one psychiatrist who “knows
of no research to support the notion that marijuana is a safe and
effective remedy for chronic insomnia.” The psychiatrist agrees pot
“can be a sedative,” but adds, “You could say the same thing for
alcohol.” Well, yes, you could. And you would be right, unless
everyone who has ever taken a nightcap has been imagining its
effectiveness. Likewise, marijuana surely helps some people who
have trouble getting to sleep, which is the problem for which
Bedell sought medical assistance. If marijuana were treated like
alcohol, there would have been no reason for Bedell to seek a
doctor's recommendation entitling him to purchase it, but that
would not have changed the nature of the benefit he got from
it.
Lane suggests Bedell's California physician was negligent. But
it sounds like he gave Bedell what he wanted, and Bedell was
pleased by the results. I can see how that might offend those who
believe doctors should treat patients like children instead of
paying customers. Did marijuana use compound Bedell's problems or,
as he believed, relieve them? I don't know, but I am willing to
entertain the possibility that marijuana, like
psychiatrist-prescribed pharmaceuticals, can improve people's
ability to function as well as impair it. If Bedell had obtained
whatever “effective treatment” psychiatrists thought appropriate
but had nevertheless shot guards outside the Pentagon, would Lane
have blamed that prescription for the attack?
Californnia Medical Marijuana… Not all are so lucky!
As emotions over medical marijuana and the locations, and numbers of the dispensaries allowed heats up in every city across the state of California… There is still no greater place to live. In one afternoon a properly documented marijuana patients can visit a marijuana doctor, be evaluated, and with 30 min be on his or her way looking for their new favorite medical cannabis club. Of which there are more than a few to choose from.
