Marijuana Regulations- If You Don't Like My Honesty, Don't Make Me Use It

I have said this before, I am a PROUD OMMP card holder. I have had an experience that has not only left me shaking my head but asking, "Why isn't there REGULATION!?" I am going to tell you what happened to me. But first, a little about me.

I am a laid back, easy going person. I understand that things happen that are out of our control and I accept it. I seriously would rather run away than fight. I am not good at standing up for myself, however I will defend those that are helpless and ones I love. That said, here is my story...

I get my OMMP card for the first time last year (2011). This is all so new and exciting for me! I have never been able to PICK a strain to actually TREAT my pain before! Then I discover that I am able to get someone to grow for me! I ask around to see if anyone knows of a grower looking to take on a new patient. I hear this lady has growers and she can help me. So I sign on with her. The terms seem right, everything seems legit, then again I have no clue what I am doing! So during the summer I sign paperwork stating this woman will bring me my year of medicine in November 2012. I am told not only by her but by SEVERAL other people how happy I will be! I am beyond excited I was able to get in on such a good thing!

Ok, fast forward to the first week of November. I get a message to make sure to have gas money ready as we agreed upon when I signed the paperwork. I honestly had forgotten about that and was happy she reminded me. I was told to expect to meet up to get my medicine that weekend. She was leaving her town Friday. Cool, I think no problem I have all weekend to meet up and take care of this. No. Friday night I get a text she is in town. Ok, I talk to My Ex and let him know she is on her way. She gets lost. No issue. We talk her through on how to get here. During one call I hear her say someone needs to use our bathroom. Me being who I am (I was raised well after all) say it is no problem, of course they may use our bathroom. Then it dawns on me she has someone else with her! Uhhhhh.... She is bringing a stranger to my house! It is ok, My Ex is there and so are the dogs. Ok, no big deal and let it go. Oh, maybe I should mention I deal with anxiety. And this situation made my anxiety insane. Anyway back to the story cuz it only gets better!!!!

So she gets to my house, I meet her in the driveway and see she not only has one person with her but two. Oh, and they are both her children. One is of legal age and one is not. One has a mental disability and one does not (at least not a visible disability like the other child). The elder child is the one needing to use the bathroom and well, he did, in his pants. Not a problem. Seriously, these things happen. Take them into the bathroom so they can clean him up, give him a pair of my shoes, and a trash bag, you know, kind things you do for your fellow humans. She is horrified it happened, I tell her over and over it is no big deal. Because honestly it wasn't. I only mention it because I refuse to leave out any details of this story. Her other child was restless and wandered my house, went into my bedroom, went into our spare room, watched us, listened to us. Oh, I forgot to mention that when I met her in the driveway she informed me she told another patient to come to my house. I find out this patient has a disability and has issues with vocal communication. I try my best to keep the other patient in the loop as to what we are discussing, it is hard. So, here is what we discussed:

My caregiver gave me incredibly wet shitty medicine. Knowingly. It was one of the first things she said to me when she got to my house. These meds are shit. I thought, well maybe they are shit to you, maybe they will be good for me. Stupid me always trying to find the positive in the negative! She explains how to trim the buds and how to sweat it to cure it. She shows me what she is giving other patients. I must say their medicine looks a LOT better than the shit I got! I am sad and I know everyone can see it. I am terrible at hiding such things! I am still just so excited to have SO much medicine! I was thrilled!

A "year" of medicine 

So it has been a couple hours. We are waiting for her child to finish cleaning up in the bathroom. My Ex was so patient that night. I have no idea why he did not come uncorked and kick people out of our home, looking back maybe he should have. Over the couple of hours my caregiver goes on and on about how the grower is an asshole for cutting down our meds too early and just giving it to us in the state he did. Like I open my big bag of mystery weed and there are stems in there. Just stems. So not only is it wet, but it is not all bud. That means this is NOT a year of medication, it is under. She also goes on and on about how she will try to make this right and exchange the meds out for better meds weight for weight. It didn't dawn on me then that the weights would be way off. They finally get him out of the bathroom and everyone leaves. 

So about a week passes and I let her know the meds are still very wet and I ask her if she knows what it is I am smoking. She didn't know the names of the strains when she delivered the meds. I tell her I am guessing the big bag is an indica and the smaller ones are sativa. She said I was right. I think she said that at least. Her texts are not clear and most of the time incoherent. She says she wants to still exchange my meds. I feel ok about that, I was told she is the best. My trust is slipping though as I hear her bashing a patient and a patient is bashing her. I do not want to get involved, however she brought this patient to my house and she involved me. I stay out of it as much as I can, I am able to see both sides and think they are just having a misunderstanding. Keep in mind I remained neutral (hopeful my caregiver would do the right thing).

More time passes and I keep trying to figure out when we are exchanging meds. I tell my caregiver via text I am concerned about exchanging weight for weight as she mentioned due to how wet it was when I got it. She then informs me the grower said if I am not happy I should go elsewhere and nobody would be exchanging my meds. My caregiver told me to write OMMP a letter and inform them how unhappy I am. Well I have taken her advice. And as you can see I have taken pictures.

The top two are what my "caregiver" gave me. No I did NOT pick at the middle nug. This is how it was delivered to me. The bottom nug is Grand Daddy Purps. This is medicine the same caregiver gave to another patient in my town.

If I were taking morphine still, there would not have been children present in my home while I was getting my prescription filled. There would not have been another patient at my home learning about my medical history and my learning hers. This is unacceptable. Not only that, I got ready to use morphine, not shit that wasn't ready. 

I do not understand why OMMP is cutting employees. They need to be hiring them. OMMP brings in so much money for the state, they need to use it to regulate the medicinal and recreational use of marijuana. They need to stop people like the woman I trusted to be my caregiver from treating other people like she did me. I am a patient, not someone you can walk all over, I have a voice and I am using it. 

I do not know my grower's name to report him because my "caregiver" never sent me the information. I am waiting for OMMP to send me that information so I can finish my letter to them. What good is my letter going to do? Other patients need to speak up. We are people in need of safe GOOD medicine as is everyone else on this earth. Just because I choose a plant over chemicals I get treated like I don't matter. Well, here is the problem with that, I DO MATTER AND I KNOW I MATTER! And so do the other patients getting shitty medicine. OMMP WAKE UP AND REGULATE OUR CAREGIVERS! REGULATE OUR GROWERS! WE DESERVE BETTER TREATMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I REFUSE to go back to morphine just so I am treated better.

I live in Portland, Oregon. I was going to this amazing collective before I got given this horrible "medicine". Sadly, they were raided, and go figure there have been no arrests. Why? Perhaps because they follow the laws. Every single time I have been there I am able to get safe medicine. QUALITY medicine I was able to afford. Now they have reopened and are now Human Collective II. Guess who is going back to the stony kushes, the crystally nugs, the affordable medicine where I am able to have privacy to discuss my symptoms with the pharmacist if I ask for it. That is right, this girl right here. I think I might not want a grower after this horrible experience. And a caregiver? Don't make me laugh. She never cared about me.