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News (Media Awareness Project) - US CA: Column: A Stop at the Med Pot Doc
Title:US CA: Column: A Stop at the Med Pot Doc
Published On:2009-10-28
Source:Los Angeles Times (CA)
Fetched On:2009-10-29 15:10:12
A STOP AT THE MED POT DOC

Oooh, there's a pinch in my lower back.

My head hurts too.

And my vision is blurred from going through long lists of Southern
California physicians who specialize in herbal medicine. I need
relief, and I need it fast, but how does one go about choosing a
medical marijuana doctor?

"I am a person first, a scientist second and a friend always," a
Melrose Avenue doctor says in an ad that can be found in medical
cannabis magazines.

I suppose there are advantages to having a medical marijuana doctor
who is a friend always. But I wasn't really looking for a friend.

"Sadly, many of the doctors' offices in our field are shoddy at
best," said an ad for a clinic in my neighborhood. "They definitely
are not something to gamble on."

Good advice, I guess. In the end, I chose a Glendale clinic because
it was close to home, offered "superior professionalism" and had an
appointment time that worked for me.

But I was a bit nervous on my way to see the doctor. What if I got rejected?

Not that I've heard of that happening to anyone. The open secret is
that it's a cinch to get a marijuana "recommendation" in California.
A "recommendation" isn't a prescription, but it would allow me to
visit a dispensary and buy my buds.

In Los Angeles, locating such a place would be no harder than
locating a palm tree. The little green crosses are everywhere, with
186 dispensaries operating with city permits and an estimated 600
more that found a loophole.

Why so many?

Because of the usual bungling at City Hall. An estimated 600 or so
managed to open -- if you can believe this -- during a MORATORIUM on
new dispensaries, while city officials fiddled.

Neighborhood groups began complaining about proliferation, proximity
to schools and rising crime. So now we've got a city attorney who
wants to shut them down and a City Council that will take another
whack at this thing in a week or two. But in the meantime, you can
shop til you drop for "Sonoma Coma" and "Humbolt Haze."

This is what happens when you're in that murky middle between legal
and illegal. I'm all for medical marijuana, and know it brings great
relief to many sick people, but it doesn't take a detective to
realize that recreational users are driving the industry under the
guise of medical need.

As I've written before, we'd be better off legalizing pot altogether
in this country, as well as regulating and taxing it. Instead, we
spend a fortune on a failed fight that helps cartels and drug gangs
prosper, even as bodies pile up.

But let's get back to my courtship of Mary Jane.

I parked in Glendale, took the elevator to the top floor of a
high-rise and was greeted by a young man in jeans and a ball cap.

"Are you here to see the doctor?" he asked.

As far as I could tell, the entire floor was abandoned but for this
little operation. Nice to know there's still one part of the economy
firing on all cylinders.

Three other patients were waiting, including a woman with a cane.
When she stood, she walked gingerly.

I could be in trouble, I thought. My back problem wasn't as obvious.

Should I limp when it was my turn?

I felt like I was in a Coen brothers movie. The big empty room, the
unseen doctor behind the door, the furtive glances between patients.

I filled out some forms, describing the back pain that began roughly
25 years ago. Surgery was recommended in later years, but I've opted
instead for stretching and occasional painkillers. Sometimes the pain
crawls down my legs or up my back, sometimes it wakes me up at night,
and that's the truth, so help me God.

I turned in the forms but then, on the table next to me, I saw a
medical marijuana magazine called "The 420 Times," in which the lead
story was, conveniently, "Your First Doctor Visit. What to expect and know."

I began to read.

"Would they take me seriously? Would I be laughed at?" the author
wrote. "Turns out, I really didn't have much to be worried about.
Getting medical marijuana wasn't as hard as I thought it would be."

His problem was migraines, and he was in and out of the office in no
time, marijuana recommendation in hand.

I was in a panic. I'd had a headache or two. Why hadn't I gone with
migraines, and was it too late to switch?

Before I could move, the woman with the cane exited the office 10
minutes after she entered. The doctor, wearing a white lab coat,
followed behind her.

"I looked at it from across the table, and I trust you," he said to her.

It sounded promising.

When it was my turn, the doctor sat at a desk in an otherwise empty
room and read my papers. The only medical equipment I saw was a blood
pressure cuff.

The doctor told me there were many options for treating back pain,
and I told him I didn't want to risk surgery or take conventional
painkillers. He wanted to know how I'm affected when back pain keeps me awake.

I'm fuzzy and have trouble focusing the next day, I told him.

He seemed to be looking for a different answer. If I'm a writer, he
said, did that mean I had trouble doing my job?

Definitely, doctor.

I stood to show him where my back hurts. He asked me to bend down,
and I demonstrated that I couldn't touch my toes, but I don't think
he could see that. He hadn't moved from his seat.

I pointed again to my lower back and asked if there were a disc that low.

He said he knew nothing about back problems.

"I'm a gynecologist," he said.

I see.

He asked if I could have my primary care doctor fax over a brief note
about my back problem.

Sure, I said.

"There's no rush," the doctor said.

Without having laid a hand on me, he led me back out to the
receptionist with the ball cap. I paid $150 for my 10-minute exam and
was given my recommendation.

"This certifies that Steve Lopez was evaluated in my office for a
medical condition, which in my professional opinion, may benefit from
the use of medical marijuana."

Several more patients were waiting their turn.

Me? I had some shopping to do, and several hundred stores to choose from.

Check back here Sunday, and I'll let you know how it went.
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