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Last year, a thorough medical check-up at the hospital revealed that I have hepatitis C. That's what the internist told me. It was a big shock to me, but I had to learn to live with it. I informed my boss at work and he immediately told me to leave. I was very angry about this, especially because I have had several unsuccessful jobs in the past and had finally found something that I really enjoyed doing. I was working as an upholsterer for a company that specialised in office furniture and I felt pretty much at home there. In the end I got compensation through the medical disciplinary tribunal. I am currently using interferon, which is a pretty strong medicine. As a result of this medcine I get really nauseous and the smell of food makes me feel so ill that I have to throw up. Smoking marihuana almost eliminates these side effects. Now that I smoke weed it doesn't bother me anymore and I can eat twice as much as I used to. I used to smoke marihuana before I got this disease. When I heard that I was seriously ill and lost my job on top of that, I was very depressed during the following four months. Smoking weed only made my depression worse, so I stopped. I was feeling very down, and had several suicide plans running through my mind. I did make an attempt, but ultimately chose to live after all. I went to a psychiatrist for a while and we talked about using anti-depressants. I choose not to, because I know someone who is using them and can't do without them anymore. And he really isn't human when he's off his medication. I hardy ever left my home. One day, a couple of friends visited me. I had a Playstation and they came to spend an evening playing with me. They always asked me to smoke weed with them, but I didn't want to. Then, once, I did smoke a little. When I woke up the next morning, I felt good. Then I tried smoking another Joint and felt at better straight away. From that day on,'I started smoking a little again and I started visiting my old coffee shop once a week. I would spend the evening there, smoke two joints and go back home. That's how I slowly started again. When I only use my medicines, I can't get out of bed in the morning. The side effects leave me lying in bed completely tense. Now that I have started smoking weed again, the side effects of the medicines have lessened considerably. It only bothers me a little when I first wake up in the morning. But when I stand under the shower, I think, 'It's not that bad, really.'Then I have something to eat, drink a cup of coffee and roll a joint. Because if I don't, I know what will happen: things will go from bad to worse. If I didn't smoke weed, I wouldn't be able to function in society. I do voluntary work four days a week now, and sometimes I help out for one more day, but I am totally exhausted by the end of the week. I don't have that much energy anymore. I used to be able to lift up a pool table,but that is no longer possible. I do try to keep an eye on my smoking habit. First I ask myself what I still have to do that day and I don't roll a joint until I am finished. I am lucky to have a great dad, who is very supportive. Smoking weed has never been a problem at home. I smoke about ten grams a week and am able to afford it. I do thin that health insurance should cover the costs. After all, I do have a disease that I manage to keep under control with the help of marihuana, but I don't think that I should have to pay for it. No one 'asks' for an illness! |
