I had no qualms about using medical marijuana.
I knew it was a natural product, and I teased my brother that it was one step closer to being a vegetarian, which he didn’t think was funny. My problem with using medical marijuana was that my kids were telling me I was just another pothead. I thought they were just trying to be funny, but I was sure if that was really the case. My youngest daughter told me that if I used mostly CBD, it was still pot, and she didn’t believe in putting drugs in your body. I had to laugh when she said that. She smoked two packs of cigarettes a day and drank a bottle of tequila every week. She couldn’t say anything if I was using medical marijuana for pain. I tried not to say anything, but she said she could smell it in my house. My husband had my medical marijuana in our safe in the back room, and I couldn’t figure out how she could smell it, but she did. I don’t want to be known as a pothead, but I knew what medical marijuana was doing for me. I could walk straight. My back doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it did a year ago, and all I do is eat a gummy when I feel the pain returning. Within an hour, I feel better. It takes almost half an hour for acetaminophen to take effect and it causes my stomach to become upset. I won’t talk about using medical marijuana and maybe she’ll think I’m no longer a pothead.