The doctor suggested I try medical marijuana.

I have severe rheumatoid arthritis which means I have good days and bad days.

My bad days have gotten to the point where they far outweigh the good days.

Even with the different medicines I am taking for my arthritis, I can barely use my hands to feed myself. I seem to have been using my walker more than normally, and I had to use one of those wheelchairs in the grocery store. I was talking to my doctor and told him I didn’t like people viewing me as handicapped. I could deal with the pain if I had to, but the medicine I was taking wasn’t helping. He stared at me and then he took my hands and looked at them. He wrote down the name of a doctor who could help me get a medical marijuana card so I could get marijuana. He said he had heard there were a lot of benefits in the use of marijuana. He didn’t know if it could reverse any of the damage already done by the arthritis, but it could ease the pain and help me to move a bit easier. I tucked the number in my purse and left his office. I looked at the paper while I was heading home and I asked my husband what he thought. In lieu of comments, he told me to call the number and make the appointment. Two weeks later, we were in the marijuana dispensary asking about the different medical marijuana products we could purchase. I wasn’t sure how much marijuana was going to help, but I was ready to find out.

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