Before I talked to the nurse, I wanted to see if medical marijuana would even help with my problems.
I had been anorexic for a long time now, as well as I was fearing the detriment it was doing to my body.
I tried to take care of it myself, but I was weak, as well as I no longer had an appetite; My husband wasn’t glad with me, as well as he told me to get my weight under control, or he would leave. He hated watching me push food around my plate as well as never eat it. I told him I wasn’t hungry, even though he knew better. I knew he was joking when he told me marijuana provided you the munchies, so maybe I should go back to being a pothead. I was healthy back then, even if I was too heavy in my eyeah. He thought I was charming. I went online the next morning as well as started researching if medical marijuana could help with anorexia. My psychologist had talked about it… She told me that anorexia was a mental condition that became physical. She thought marijuana may lessen my depression as well as I would have a better appetite. I would need to use it religiously if I wanted it to help. My mind would need to be reprogrammed as well as realize that eating was essential to living. I told my husband I applied for a medical marijuana ID card as well as had been approved. He thanked me as well as said he couldn’t wait for us to get back to being us, as well as enjoying eating meals together. I had to agree, but it was something I couldn’t yet picture for me.