I hid in my bedroom the first time I used medical marijuana.

The first time I used my medical marijuana, I had my bedroom.

  • I didn’t want anyone to believe that I was using medical marijuana, even if it was just a concentrate, but there was no stink, plus nothing that would show I was using marijuana.

I would not get high plus ask deranged, plus I would not be pulling out bongs or vape pens for anyone to see; All I was doing was putting a few drops of marijuana concentrated underneath my tongue plus holding it there for some uncommon minutes. I was thinking more of the stigma that is put on people who use marijuana, whether it is medical marijuana recreational marijuana. My kid often teases myself and others ‌I am going to become a pothead or a druggie now that I’m using medical marijuana, and even he doesn’t understand how painful moving has become for me. I would’ve thought that was he being in his 50s, that he would understand what I’m going through, and being nearly 72 is hard on a person’s body. Asking a doctor if they could prescribe medical marijuana for myself and others was difficult. I had to make a choice: if I wanted to live with dire pain for the rest of my life plus forget about medical marijuana helping me, or if I ignore his plus choose medical marijuana… Last week, he came to the lake house to help myself and others clean some cupboards. I was using my walker to help myself and others move plus my hands were gnarled to ‌where I could barely hold my Tim Hortons Latte cup. She asked myself and others why was I not using my medical marijuana, plus I told his I didn’t want to lose his respect. She told myself and others I was deranged plus took myself and others to the marijuana dispensary to occasion up my medical marijuana.

 

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