Stupid doctors. When my gramps dying of cancer, my family hinted to me maybe pot would help him eat. He wasn't a smoker, so I make peanut butter/pot/ritz crackers and broth. Grams calls me later, slightly freaking out "How much marijuana is in this cracker?" "I wanted to see what all the hype was about so I ate one and I feel terrible"
Well, grams liked her scotch at night and was no stranger to mood altering pills, so I wasn't worried. I told her to grab a coke and a bag of chips and watch tv.
I get a call from my mother an hour later yelling "Oh my god your grand mother is in the ER because YOU, get your butt down there.
So I arrive at the ER to hear my grand mother telling doctors that she has indeed eaten marijuana, but that she would never tell them where she got it HAHAHA.
She was fine when it wore off=) I was in deep dog doo for awhile!