Stoned Rats
It turns out that smoking pot may slow memory loss associated with Alzheimer’s—at least if you’re a rat.
Elderly rats given a marijuana-like substance did significantly better at navigating a maze than their counterpart rodents who weren’t.
This is good news, as it portends the likelihood I’ll still be able to find my way home after a night out in a few years, although locating my house keys at the door is another matter altogether.
It’s probably not that the stoned rats had better memories; it’s probably they were just more used to maintaining in a state of reduced memory function.
One of the things I sort of like about getting stoned is how it confuses me. Consequently, I’m able to take great satisfaction in the accomplishment of the simplest tasks. I tie my shoe; it’s like, “Wow! Incredible! Take the rest of the day off.”
I wonder if the stoned rats wouldn’t have done an even better job of getting through the maze if the researchers put some ice cream at the end of it.
Generally, I get the anti-munchies when I’m stoned. While I don’t mind another beer or two, the idea of food tends not to appeal to me—at least at first. A few hours later, when I’m coming down, I can tuck it in pretty well, but initially, I’d rather just poke around the house or take a bike ride.
My guess is that the pot-smoking rats showed signs of improved memory function in part because they were seeing their world through the slightly different perspective afforded by marijuana intoxication. I’ll bet they moved more slowly than the control group rats and looked at things more closely, too.
Last night, I was pretty stoned (not to mention more than a little tipsy) on my bike ride home. I had no trouble remembering how to find my house, although right now, I’m sort of vague on how I managed to do so.
Elderly rats given a marijuana-like substance did significantly better at navigating a maze than their counterpart rodents who weren’t.
This is good news, as it portends the likelihood I’ll still be able to find my way home after a night out in a few years, although locating my house keys at the door is another matter altogether.
It’s probably not that the stoned rats had better memories; it’s probably they were just more used to maintaining in a state of reduced memory function.
One of the things I sort of like about getting stoned is how it confuses me. Consequently, I’m able to take great satisfaction in the accomplishment of the simplest tasks. I tie my shoe; it’s like, “Wow! Incredible! Take the rest of the day off.”
I wonder if the stoned rats wouldn’t have done an even better job of getting through the maze if the researchers put some ice cream at the end of it.
Generally, I get the anti-munchies when I’m stoned. While I don’t mind another beer or two, the idea of food tends not to appeal to me—at least at first. A few hours later, when I’m coming down, I can tuck it in pretty well, but initially, I’d rather just poke around the house or take a bike ride.
My guess is that the pot-smoking rats showed signs of improved memory function in part because they were seeing their world through the slightly different perspective afforded by marijuana intoxication. I’ll bet they moved more slowly than the control group rats and looked at things more closely, too.
Last night, I was pretty stoned (not to mention more than a little tipsy) on my bike ride home. I had no trouble remembering how to find my house, although right now, I’m sort of vague on how I managed to do so.
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