I Do Not Look Sick, But I Am

So I am reading this article about the DEA and their raids.

http://www.tokeofthetown.com/2011/11/dea_agents_made_marijuana_patient_evaluations_--_f.php

And yes, I am a bit pissed. I have said this before - I am a 35 year old white female. I look like every other 35 year old female. But what you cannot see is the pain I am in, the anxiety I feel, the sleeplessness that haunts me, or my stomach that makes me wish that sometimes I did not have to eat to survive.

The last time I checked DEA stood for Drug Enforcement Agency. And maybe my assumption is wrong, but since when did the DEA also become doctors?! And if my assumption is incorrect, I would never  just take a doctor's recommendation on whether to take any kind of drug for any ailment I had not discussed with them first.

The DEA is staking out places where legit patients go to get their medicine. Good, make sure these places are operating by the law! But to judge whether these patients are legit by just observation is absolute bullshit! I want to shake sense into people! OPEN your eyes! Just because you cannot see something does not mean it does not exist! Damn, look at God for example! Has anyone (in their right mind) ever seen God? No. But yet there are millions of people that still believe in God. Just because you cannot see my pinched nerve does not mean is is not pinched. Just because you cannot see my muscles spasm doesn't mean they aren't. Those two things alone cause me so much pain. That is just the physical part. The mental part can really get to you if you let it, and it is so difficult not to some days. Nobody can see pain or what is running through my brain. You can see the pain on my face sometimes, but notice the word sometimes. I try to hide it and sometimes the shooting pain does not allow me to hide anything. And when trying to hide the pain I clench my jaw, which hurts because of this. Then my mood dips low and I put my Bitchy Pantaloons on. Not fun to be around me when those are on, hell I do not want to be around me when they are on! That is until I smoke weed. Yup, that horrible, illegal, gateway drug! It eases my pain! I want to live! I want to eat and am able to without fear of my stomach completely going foul. I will not get into detail, but trust me. It is not pleasant. My stomach issues stem from my years of taking morphine for my pain. You can't see my stomach issues either DEA/doctor! When I smoke I am able to be a functioning member of society. When I was taking morphine I was a far cry from functioning. Yet, morphine is legal. If you knew my history and spoke with me DEA/doctor judge would you deem me a qualified legit patient for cannabis? Probably not because I look "young" and that means I must be lying.

Federal Government! I am talking to you! Legalize already! Marijuana is already a multi-million dollar industry. Why not oh, I don't know, maybe make jobs and oh, let's say just for fun, put some money back into America!? Enough is enough. There are protesters that are obviously out of jobs, put them to work. Regulate marijuana like alcohol and I believe this country will benefit immensely. And I am not the only one who believes this thing we cannot yet see.