I'm going to tell you a story... A while back, I started coming down with a serious case of dehydration. It was a hot summer, and to compound things, I had been incredibly stressed out due to life issues. Needless to say, I felt like hell. Constantly tired, out of it, and thirsty. So one Monday I decided to go to the doctor. After a brief check-up, I was scheduled for a blood test that Tuesday to determine if I had anemia and/or diabetes. Needless to say, I wasn't feeling very good about it. So I went in, got the blood test done, and was left to await my fate on Friday. I went back home that day still feeling awful. No energy, a constant thirst. I wanted to crawl into a corner and die. But then.... One of my old roommates shows up to hang out for the week. And he brings a major stash of weed with him. Now I had been smoking off and on for the past year. I liked weed, and I liked the feeling of weed. But I hadn't really begun to understand weed. So me and my old roommate decided to go ahead and smoke. But not just that night. We smoked every single day that week. I was literally high from Tuesday night to Friday morning. Straight. We smoked, we made music, I went to class. It was fun. And in all of this....I completely forgot I was supposed to be sick. I felt FAN-friggin-TASTIC. No dehydration. I had energy. Zip. I felt great. So I go to the appointment on Friday, and the doctor asks me how I had been feeling. Naturally, I tell him, "More of the same." But, thankfully, I got the results back, and they come back negative. I'm a picture of health. The doctor tells me it's just stress, and to try to stay out of the sun a bit. I walked home feeling elated. Not just because I was healthy, but it was in that moment I began to fully appreciate the power of marijuana. Marijuana may in fact be the most effective natural medication in the world, and yet it's usage is still outlawed in this country based solely on fear and traditionalism.