So. My husband is in the throes of diabetes. He's had it for 16 years, and was forced into retirement last June. His kidneys are failing, and he's in constant pain. He's pretty tough, and he doesn't complain much, and when he does, he's certainly entitled to. We were talking about pain one night, and landed on marijuana. We agreed that perhaps he should try some for pain management.....as an experiment. If it worked, he would approach his doctor about prescription marijuana. But, no point in opening that can of worms until we knew if it would help.
Now, I have a boat load of nephews. Occasionally, I've detected the sweet smell of MaryJane wafting in the wake of a couple of them. So, I volunteered to get it from one of them. I sent a text to my nephew, explaining what we needed, and asked if he could help. He said sure, how much do you want, and when do you want it. We only wanted $20 worth, enough to to figure it out, one way or another.
A few days, and many texts later, my nephew and I agreed to meet for the exchange. My nephew lives in St. Paul, but he directed me to a place about a mile from our house in Minneapolis. Weird, I thought, but ok. Maybe this is where his dealer lives. He said he would be in this particular alley, so I get there, and it is right behind a fire station, AND across the street from a public school, AND it wasn't my nephew I had been texting - it was my teenage son's friend with the same name as my nephew. So I'm committing all KINDS of felonies. The worst part? He didn't have papers!
Make sure you know who you're texting. And no matter how sketchy a situation you find yourself in, don't panic! Just keep moving.
Oh, and the marijuana did help with the pain, but my husband found it difficult to focus on the book he was writing at the time, so it was a one-time transaction. I enjoyed sharing this tale with my actual nephew via text.
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