I was talking to someone today about my considerable back pain and how the neurologist said there's no surgical option for what ails me. She said - furtively glancing from side to side - that she knew someone whose daughter had been prescribed "something" that I might not be very much in favor of, but ... I said, "Marijuana?"
Yes, indeedy, that's exactly what she meant.
Well, I replied, I've never wanted anything that affected my cognition. My older brother was a druggie hippie freak and I despise him, and everything to do with drugs.
She said, no, this is just an oil and it doesn't make you high.
That's okay, I'll stick with the ibuprofen for now.