10 years ago, I had a motorcycle accident and I had to have my left leg amputated. I did not want to lose my leg, however the nurse told me there was no other choice. The infection was exhausting and I was going to lose my life if I did not get rid of the leg. It was the toughest decision of my entire life, but I let them split off the bad part. There were afternoons when I would have rather died then be faced with the severe decision. I thought about killing myself to end all of the pain and suffering. I was terribly depressed and most of my friends did not want to hang out with a crippled buzzkill, one afternoon, my seasoned pal Johnny stopped by with a large bin of weed and my life changed. I smoked a little pot in middle school, however Johnny had some primo dispensary stuff; Every one of us smoked a large bowl of sticky icky. The buds were covered in colorless crystals. The name of the strain was gorilla glue. That stuff made me giggle and laugh and talk uncontrollably. I ate pie, cake, and a whole bin of reds. I ordered a whole pizza with anchovies and ate the crust and all of the toppings, when I passed out cold, I slept all night and half the next day, however johnny told me that I could genuinely get medical cannabis for my pain. I haven’t talked to the nurse yet, but I have a regular check up scheduled for next Tuesday and I program to bring it up.