Curses! Foiled again!

I haven't posted in a bit, not from lack of anything to talk about, but from too much, and most of it was health stuff and since I talk about all that everywhere else, no need for it here. This started with my health and ended up with me still sneezing my fool head off, via Colorado.

Hippy Neighbor, or HN, got a credit card. I don't know how, but I suspect someone will lose their job over it eventually. It has a 25% interest rate. I know loan sharks who would cringe at 25%. HN didn't care.
"I'm going to Colorado!!!"
And she did. She didn't pack, didn't plan a route, just got in her car and left. She did call me from the road and ask me to take care of her dogs while she was gone, though.
She was gone for 5 days. She came back happy, and as stocked as they allow.
Included in this bounty was 2 of an item alledging to be chocolate taffy chew. 10% THC.
"I smoke weed all day everyday, and I've never felt like that in my whole life! I couldn't walk! It was wonderful. I know you can't smoke anymore, but you can have these..."
I thought about it a few days, I admit. Finally, not wanting to risk having it in my system in all the bloodwork lately, I decided against it. Then I happened to mention it to my doctor.
"You know, as long as you aren't smoking it so there's no damage to your lungs, I don't see the harm in trying it. It will be legal here next year anyway, and if there is something that can give you a little relief without affecting the medicine roulette we're working on, go ahead. If it comes up in a test, I'll tell them I okayed it. But just once for now; we don't need to mask any new symptoms or effects."
GASP
I had permission to get high

I waited a day. I planned around it, making sure I didn't need to go anywhere, had appropriate munchies, drinks, movies. Finally, it was tim. Nothing could stop me no, I was going to get high!
After struggling for 6 minutes, I gave up. I couldn't get the damned thing open. Sure, I could have gotten scissors or a knife to open it, but I realized - these things are made for people who have numbed or killed most of their brain cells and they can open them. I better not risk mine. They are in bad enough shape as it is.
So, I tossed it in a drawer, and maybe in a few months when it's legal, and we've gotten my brain back to whatever passes for normal in there, I'll revisit the cheeba chew. For now, I've still got all the munchies...