I had an appointment with my doctor yesterday.
Before I could see the doctor, I had to get my blood drawn by the nurse.
We engaged in small talk right before she was about to stick me with the needle. She noticed that I turned my head in the opposite direction from the needle.
"Are you scared of a needle, sir."
"No ma'am. Not scared at all."
"I was wondering why you turned your head away from the needle."
"It's something that I've always done. I never wanted to get used to the site of a needle going into my arm for ANYTHING. I could never be a junkie. Drugs have never been my thing."
"Well, not all drugs are bad. Take marijuana, for instance. It can be used for medical use."
I chuckled and rolled down the sleeve on my shirt. No need for me to engage in a conversation with her about marijuana. I know very little about it. I know what it's called...
purple haze (purp)
Bob (short for Bob Marley)
left handed cigarette
and my personal favorite...reefer (i actually use this term)
I've never tried it. I don't pass judgment on those who have tried it or still use it. I just never saw the need to try it. Maybe I was scared that I might like it. No thanks...I'll pass. But I know very few people who have not at least TRIED reefer in their lifetime.
And judging from the way she sounded today, the 60 something year old, white nurse STILL enjoys having a puff or two of her own reefer.