After she left, I called my husband and asked him if he had talked to her.
When medical marijuana was signed into law, I never expected to be one of the patients who would be going to the marijuana dispensary. My husband was quick to partake of their products, but I was hesitant. I had never used any type of drug other than what the doctor prescribed. I was also brought up in a home where I was told that marijuana was a gateway drug. After being diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, the pain quickly progressed and it took less than two years before I was using a cane and in misery. My husband tried to convince me I should talk to the doctor about medical marijuana, but I refused to talk about it. One afternoon I fell trying to walk without my cane, and I broke my hip. I ended up in the hospital for almost a week. I was talking to one of the nurses and she mentioned medical marijuana and how much it was helping people with rheumatoid arthritis. I was sure my husband asked her to bring the subject up, but she said no. She even told me that my physical therapist could help me get my medical marijuana ID card if I was interested. After she left, I called my husband and asked him if he had talked to her. He said he talked to all the nurses. I asked specifically about medical marijuana, and he denied it also. I began to give a lot of thought to medical marijuana at that point. That was a year ago, and I am now a regular shopper at the medical marijuana dispensary and wondering what life would have been like if I hadn’t finally gone there.