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My ACLU Letter – Medical Cannabis in Iowa


I wrote the following letter to the ACLU yesterday, to hopefully encourage them to help out with the Iowa Pharmacy Board’s illogical decision. We need to start looking at this as a legal issue, because it really is…

Subject: Medical Cannabis – The Iowa Pharmacy Board

Hello,

Let me start off with one clarification to my subject: I live in Rock Island, IL. This is in the Quad Cities area (QCA), which is on the Iowa and Illinois border. I was born in Davenport, IA. I have lived in the QCA my entire life, and have lived in each of it’s main cities (there are actually closer to ten cities/towns here) at some point in my life. And I will be frank in saying, my next home will be probably on whichever side of the Mississippi finally gets their act together on medical cannabis.

I am a 35 year old single mother. I currently work two contract jobs, one as a web administrator for a non-profit association in California, the other is as a local food delivery driver. I am also a writer and web designer. I co-own a home, with my mother. I pay taxes, I shop (though as little as I can manage), I drop my kid off at school. I am pretty much a text book example of those people who used to be called middle class, and now know that title is a joke. I’d like to tell you a little bit about why I, personally, care about the medical cannabis situation in the country, and in both Iowa and Illinois, since I still have family on both sides of the river.

While there are people who have it far worse than I, I didn’t do so great in the genetic lottery. I’ve had arthritis and bursitis since I was a teenager. I get chronic migraines, though mine are the low persistent ones – lasting 2 or 3 days – not the head splitting type. As a former type II diabetic (4+ years with non-diabetic A1C levels), I have issues with my appetite which can make it very difficult to eat properly. I have a short abdomen, low arches, and short legs. So basically a day of significant movement hurts after, no matter how easy I take it, or what kind of activities are involved.

I also have sleep apnea, to the degree that I wake up 30 times an hour – on average – according to my last sleep study. I try to be diligent about using my CPAP machine, but it causes my sinuses and throat to dry out so much that it can make me feel like I have the flu for at least an hour after waking up. I have ADHD-PI, and my 14 year old son has combination ADHD, which was diagnosed when he was 5. In the last two months, I’ve started seeing signs of Restless Leg Syndrome. I have yet to see a doctor to check into it, since I don’t currently have medical insurance. This is pretty common with contract workers.

I probably sound like a hypochondriac, but I’m not. I’m just well informed on my medical history, and with a medical history like mine, you have to be. My father died of Leukemia, his half sister has battled the exact same kind of lymphoma twice. In case you don’t know, that’s not supposed to happen to siblings. It’s pretty much unheard of. Most of the women in my family have High Blood Pressure. One aunt has Fibromyalgia. And I told doctors, for close to 10 years, that I was concerned about diabetes. Each doctor gave me the fasting test and said I was fine. It wasn’t until a doctor decided to go further – and give me the A1C – that they found it. He said, based on what my medical history showed, I was probably right 10 years earlier. So when I say I’m showing symptoms of RLS, it’s a good bet the doctors will confirm it, when I can afford to see one.

So what is my point? It is that every medical condition I’ve mentioned, which I and my family have/had, can be assisted by medical cannabis. I have found articles and studies (and I do check sources) that indicate different cannabinoids in marijuana may help with management of every single one of those conditions. Of course, these are usually small studies, often just involving animal testing. There are few studies to prove what all medical cannabis can do, but that’s not going to change until the scheduling of cannabis changes.

And testing is what we really need. Even if/when one of my states approves medical cannabis, the odds of my finding a strain of marijuana – that would adequately address all of my own medical issues – are probably worse than Vegas odds. The researchers working on these conditions need to be able to identify which cannabinoids will affect what, so they can determine how they can be extracted or synthesized. From indications thus far, cannabis could be the most important every day medical substance since aspirin was developed. All indications are that side effects would be non-existent, so any medications derived from the study of marijuana could potentially be a wonder drug. Some people claim that’s a snake-oil salesman argument; but bizarrely it really isn’t. The amount of information that’s already been found does not conclusively prove that cannabis can be developed into drugs for dozens of medical conditions, but it far more than hints that it could be true. In scientific terms; this proof is sound enough to dig much deeper.

The problem is the view of this as a counter-culture issue. It’s not. For over 40 years the second most prescribed medication was a concentrated marijuana extract. Never, not in the history of marijuana’s prohibition or before, has it been solely the domain of the counter culture, but yet that is still how it is portrayed. The only way to change this is with proper scheduling. Cannabis has proven medical effects on some conditions (such as glaucoma), therefore it is not a Schedule I drug. While there is a potential for abuse, there is no medical evidence that its abuse has a potential to cause severe psychological and/or physical dependence, therefore it is not a Schedule II drug.

Schedules IV and V both point upwards. If the substances has a lower potential for dependence upon abuse than substances in Schedule III or above, then it belongs on the lower schedule. Schedule III includes drugs such as ketamine, codeine and anabolic steroids. The lowest Schedule is V, which includes cough medicines with small amounts of codeine, and an anti-diarrheal medication which has opium in it.

So by this point in reviewing the Controlled substances act, the highest that any medical evidence can substantiate putting cannabis would logically be Schedule V, since Schedule IV contains phenobarbital, Xanax and Valium. That the Iowa Pharmacy Board chose to make cannabis a Schedule II drug simply makes no legal or logical sense. Schedule II drugs include cocaine, morphine, methadone and injectable meth-amphetamines. That it remains a Schedule I drug federally is, in a word, ludicrous. Schedule I drugs include heroin, strong opiates, Ecstasy, LSD and mescaline. When you consider that there has never been a case of THC overdose reported, in the recorded history of the world, it becomes absurd to suggest marijuana’s classification should be the same as heroin. You have a better chance of overdosing on Flintstones Vitamins than you do of overdosing on cannabis in any form, or any substance derived from it.

I understand the difficult position the Iowa Pharmacy Board was in, and I understand the difficult position politicians across the globe are in right now. The public, by and large, are confused about the realities of this issue; they think it’s just about drug abusers wanting easier access to drugs. But I believe it is the duty of all parties – including a body like the ACLU whose position is to advocate for the public – to use this opportunity to fix a mistake we made a long time ago. There is no legal standing for any government – federal, state or local – to keep cannabis as a Schedule I, II, III or IV drug. There might be very little standing to keep it as a Schedule V drug, but even that seems is unlikely.

It’s not just a basic rights issue. It’s not just about the judicial nightmare that is overcrowding our jails with otherwise law-abiding, tax-paying users, some of whom were even arrested despite complying with state medical cannabis laws. It’s not just how much cheaper medicines derived from cannabis could be for individuals without decent medical insurance, and how much tax revenue could be generated with medical cannabis. And it’s not just about the millions of people these medicines could help.

It’s also about the law making sense. And cannabis’ current scheduling makes no sense at all.

I hope you will consider assisting Iowans for Medical Marijuana, and other groups who are endeavoring to make Iowa reevaluate their Schedule II decision. If we can’t get the federal government to fix the problem, and let it trickle down, then we need to work our way up. If enough states are forced to correct this, then the federal government will have even less standing for refusing.

Thank you for your time and attention,

Katherine Williams

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@MayLily on Twitter asked about a favorite desert I was making today. I put up the recipe for her, and anyone else, to take a peek at. There are variations of this recipe online, but this is how I make it, and it was always a huge hit at office potlucks. It’s also pretty low in calories and carbs, especially for what’s in it, and how sweet it is.

Striped Delight

1 1/2 cup graham cracker crumbs
1/4 cup sugar (times 2)
1/3 cup melted butter/margarine
1 (8 oz.) pkg. cream cheese, softened
1 (8 oz.) container whipped topping (i.e. Cool Whip or generic; I also use the fat free, which makes this very low carb)
2 pkgs. (4 serving size) instant pudding (most people use chocolate, I use vanilla, and fat free)
4 cups cold milk
2 tbsp. milk

Prepare pudding as directed on package using (generally 4 cups) milk. Put in the fridge to set.

Mix the crumbs, 1/4 cup sugar (if you buy your graham crackers in crumb form, I do not recommend mixing the sugar in. Tends to be too sweet) and melted butter. Press firmly into bottom of 13×9 inch pan. Chill 5 minutes.

Beat cream cheese with 1/4 cup sugar, 1/2 of the whipped topping and 2 tbsp. milk until smooth. Spread over crust.

Spread pudding over cream cheese layer.

Spread remaining whipped topping over pudding. Chill (generally sets ok in an hour or so).

Another note: If you are taking this to someplace like work or a party, I use the Gladware type 13×9’s. That way, if it somehow goes missing, less of an issue. I also read a recipe where they mentioned that, to cut it into nice sized portions (like if you wanted to wrap individual ones), freeze it for about an hour. Should make it a breeze.

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Nostalgia time. This may be the only surviving piece of my former website, InnerBuffy.com. It was a site of essays examining the show, but sadly, most of the essays were lost on an old computer. Somehow, this one made it. I came across it tonight, and just had to post it.

It’s The End Of The World As We Know It…

But unlike REM, I don’t feel so fine. For seven years I have watched, no…watched isn’t right, I have existed within this universe. For an hour a week I have lived within the beautiful (if sometimes fatal) borders of Sunnydale California. And I’ve proudly stated that fact to one and many.

I’ve walked by a coffee shop and heard Willow Rosenberg playfully call her best friend a ‘bad seed’. I stood on the lawns of Sunnydale High School and watched students file in and out, stood on that same lawn saw it burn to the ground (trying not to chuckle when someone mentioned that Principle Snyder was eaten by a giant snake), and then stopped across the street to see Xander Harris’ crew build a bigger and better high school in its place. I visited the local magic shop, cheerfully greeting each new owner, wishing Rupert Giles good luck on his opening day, then expressed my shocked condolences to Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins when I found her sitting on the curb outside the now demolished store.

I shopped at the stores in midtown, where I once thought I saw Dawn Summer’s pocket a rather odd looking toothbrush not long after a group of people sang to me about their dry-cleaning. I tried to eat at the Doublemeat Palace one time, but was interrupted by Buffy Summers doing a bad Charleston Heston impression. I was mugged in an alley by a scary, if not devastatingly sexy blonde vampire who introduced himself as Spike, and was surprised he didn’t follow me when I ran. Ok, I’ll also admit to being a tiny bit disappointed he didn’t give chase. I bumped into a sweet girl named Tara Maclay at a frat party at Sunnydale U, but she was a bit occupied by some apparitions in the form of sexually repressed adolescents. I did get to touch a very ‘interesting’ wall though.

I saw Riley Finn, a TA from the university, on the street a while before that, but I couldn’t say, “Hi”. He was stopping some looters on that very quiet night in Sunnydale. Those are some good arms to have. I worked a summer at a butcher shop, where I got to see a gorgeous guy named Angel a few times a month, and Joyce Summers would chat when she stopped in for pork chops. She was a very nice lady; although I was worried when she tried to get me to join some club she’d started called MOO.

I’ve spent eons hanging out at The Bronze, killing roaches for free drinks, and recently wondered what happened to their delicious bloomin’ onion. I even stopped a guitarist there to tell him how much I enjoyed his band, Dingoes Ate My Baby. I asked after the cute, if somewhat aloof, lead singer and said he was a god. Oz, the guitarist, called me a blasphemer. He never explained why. A girl named Cordelia Chase, who seemed out of place working at April Fools, sold me a prom dress. I saw her sporting a frisky little number that night while Jonathan handed Buffy Summer’s a beautiful little umbrella to show our appreciation for all she’s done. I saw Jonathan a few years later, and was going to say hello, but he was hanging out with some jerk off named Warren and his boyfriend Andrew.

I should’ve left recently, when half the town bolted, but somehow I couldn’t make myself skip town. Maybe it’s the many young girls who seem to be emigrating here, somehow in them I see hope for our ever growing town, and I can’t bring myself to abandon it. The fact is I might’ve left many times, when things have gotten really rough, and even the scary stuff was less scary and more cheesy, but I stayed. Why did I stay? Because I believe in this town, I believe in its people, and I believe in a wonderful woman I’ve grown up with. I believe she and her friends will always keep us safe, I believe they will always do what they must to protect us all, and I believe that they are still human beings I can relate too. I’ve laughed with them, cried with them, and rejoiced in their many accomplishments. With them I’ve wondered what the plural of apocalypse is, and am still breathing and living to this day.

There are many more than 38,500 people living in Sunnydale, although most aren’t listed in the census report. They are like myself, temporary residents who spend a few hours a month there. In a very short time, our residence status in Sunnydale will end, as the town disappears from our immediate view. We will only be able to return in our memories, and the personal ‘home’ video collections of our visits. We mourn for the loss of our connection to that incredible town, and give praise to the people who allow us to spend time there.

At the moment I’m not in Sunnydale, I’m sitting on the outside in the world where I normally reside. And as I sit there I wonder how in the world I can ever express my gratitude to the men and women who have given me the joy of access to this town and its people. I’ve thought of flowers, but I think we’re a little post-posy. I considered candy, but Dawn has informed me chocolates are lame. I’d buy jewelry, but all I could afford would be some Walmart-looking-thing So what then, can show my appreciation? The simple fact is there’s nothing. No gift, no words, and no gesture that can fully show just how grateful I am. This meager offering is the best I can do, and I know it’s not nearly enough. However I hope it will convey my love, faith, and undying devotion to the ever-growing town that has filled my heart and mind for seven years.

Katherine a.k.a. Magi

Id had an actual pic of just the award when this was originally posted...

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And in honor of that, my suggestion of a new soundtrack song for next season. Try and tell me this song wouldn’t be perfect on Chuck.

The band’s myspace page is here, btw
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The other, is my audio notes on the event. There will be a text version eventually, but this is the beginning. The intro to the audio will explain more. It’s a little lengthy, but it was a 3 hour concert. I hope you’ll take a listen.

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J/K

But I do totally dig her lyrics. I shouldn’t even be blogging. Work is driving me batty as usual. I can’t even catch my breath, my insides are so knotted up atm. And to be frank, I should be able to use some natural supplementals to calm my mood, but we are ridiculously fricking dry here right now!!

But I digress. I was listening to Katy’s CD in the car, and had to take a moment to stop and talk about how much I love some of her songs. I have favorites, I Kissed A Girl obviously being among the top. But there are others I like more, mostly because they are even odder than that song. I have come to the conclusion that everyone should listen to her songs, because there’s something for everyone.

“You’re So Gay” is a great song for the metrosexual haters. Talk about bashing the over manicured man. “Hot N Cold” is fun for those who have loved the emotionally flip-floppin. “If You Can Afford Me” is amazing. On the surface, it would sound like the mantra of some gold-digging floozy, but just beneath that is the real heart of it.

But I don’t need your dollar bills
I just want something real
Cause nothing’s free except a lovin me.

“I’m Still Breathing” is an amazing song. It’s the oddest beat, with tones and vocals that go over all the place. And it so fits the lyrics. I love this section, so fucking much…

Maybe I was too pale
Maybe I was too fat
Maybe you had better
Better luck in the sack
No formal education
And I swore way too much
But I swear you didn’t fucking care
Cuz we were in love

It’s funny to imagine it, but it’s not something most of us just have to imagine. How many times have we found ourselves at the end of a relationship, and realized that either we have come to hate everything we used to love, or they have come to feel the same way about us? A good argument for learning a lot early. Hopefully you’ll notice the subtle annoyance soon enough to prevent some pain.

And back to Hot N’ Cold for a second. This song is sooo much cooler than deserves a mere mention. How can you just casually drop the name of a song that bares the line, “Yeah, you PMS like a bitch, I should know.” This song is indicative of a strange truth for some, some people never really know what they want, particularly when they get it. The video to this song, incidentally, is fabulous. Kind of Pat Benetar in spots. Katy always reminds me of Zoey Deschanel (who I adore), but doubly so in this vid. I love the way she dances, so 80s. Zoey, like Katy, always struck me as a girl who grew up too late, they should’ve been extras in Sixteen Candles.

Some would say this video sucks because they end up getting married after all. Those people need to go watch Breakfast Club and follow it up with St Elmo’s Fire. See, the Criminal might fall for the Princess, and the Basketcase might fall for the Jock, but ultimately, the Criminal and the Basketcase become yuppies and get married. Well, they almost get married, until it’s interrupted by the guy who falls in love with mannequins.

This video isn’t just about the boy having a “case of love bipolar”. Katy’s got as many mood swings as the guy in this vid. You almost don’t blame him for running in fear. I guess the video adds a nice caveat to the song… some dysfunctions work well together.

Ok, just a quick side note. Writing this got me thinking hard on St. Elmo’s Fire, and had me looking for a specific line. A little googling did the trick, but yielded surprising revelations as well. It seems many saw this as a bad script carried by star power. Foolish beings. Stereotypes some might call these characters, but I see them more as archetypes. And boy, do I know these particular types, however you classify them. I may not have lived this life, but there are moments of recognition, and perhaps a little precognition. I found the line I wanted, and remembered a far better one too. And thus I end my playtime with this, my sweets.

Jules: And all this time, I was afraid you’d find out I wasn’t fabulous.
Billy: It’s cool. All this time, I was afraid you’d find out I was irresponsible.

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