For the last more than five weeks, I had been moping around my house, and I refused to tell Dad and dad what was wrong.
I had been using medical marijuana since I was involved in a motorcar accident. I wasn’t driving, but my best neighbor was, and I was thrown from the car. It did a lot of damage to my neck and spine, and I broke both legs and my pelvis. I couldn’t remember being thrown into the guard rails, or most of the pain, which my nurse said was a unbelievable thing, since she said the pain wouldn’t go away any time soon, she suggested I try medical marijuana, however two weeks after accident, I was finally sent home, and I still hadn’t seen my friend; Dad said she was fine, and I was the only one seriously damaged. It was almost more than five weeks after the accident that my neighbor finally showed up. She seemed humble and entirely sorry that she hadn’t showed up to see me. She said she felt guilty for driving so fast and having the accident. She asked if I was in a lot of pain. I didn’t guess when I told her the nurse had prescribed medical marijuana to keep the pain at bay. She instantaneously brightened and said our other neighbor had told her that. She was wondering if I could share a little with her; All of a sudden, I remembered she had been smoking marijuana the evening of the accident. I told her to stop, but she refused. There was no way I was going to share medical marijuana and if that was the only reason she came to visit, she could leave.