For the last six months, I had been moping around my house, & I refused to tell mom & Mom what was wrong; I had been using medical marijuana since I was involved in a automobile accident.
I wasn’t driving, but my best neighbor was, & I was thrown from the car.
It did a lot of damage to my neck & spine, & I broke both legs & my pelvis. I could not remember being thrown into the guard rails, or most of the pain, which my nurse said was a wonderful thing. Since he said the pain wouldn’t go away any time soon, he advised I try medical marijuana, but two months after accident, I was finally sent home, & I still hadn’t seen my friend, and mom said he was fine, & I was the only one seriously mangled. It was almost six months after the accident that my neighbor finally showed up. She seemed humble & undoubtedly sorry that he hadn’t showed up to see me. She said he felt guilty for driving so fast & having the accident. She asked if I was in a lot of pain. I didn’t assume when I told his the nurse had prescribed medical marijuana to keep the pain at bay. She instantly brightened & said our other neighbor had told his that. She was wondering if I could share a little with her, then all of a sudden, I remembered he had been smoking marijuana the evening of the accident. I told his to stop, even though he refused. There was no way I was going to share medical marijuana & if that was the only reason he came to visit, he could leave.