The physician who got me my Oregon Pot Card about ten years ago, put me on oxycontin at the same time and explained that I'd need to increase my dosage periodically. He also warned me that he was not a supporter of Oregon's "Death With Dignity Act" and advised that I start my search for a physician who was. I still have that bottle of pills. I still am not looking for "Death With Dignity". And, I'm still pissing blood from the untreated wounds I received during "Repeated acts of conspicuous valor" in 1967. In fairness to The Veterans Administration, they are worried that if they recognize my wounds, someone will remember that I don't wear The Congressional Medal Of Honor because my wounds sent me into endocrine failure and turned me "Too dark for polite company". I could laugh about it, if my children hadn't been deserted at the same time. Deserted by Marines wearing the same uniform as those who deserted me so long ago while I was "Alone, and unarmed, and under withering enemy fire".