Just the fact that I was going to a marijuana dispensary had our nerves on end.
That I had a medical marijuana card and was going to see a marijuana dispensary for myself had myself and others prepared for a full-blown panic attack.
I was start to hyperventilate by the time I got inside. I handed the receptionist our medical marijuana card, and I had to wait a couple of hours before going inside. Once someone came out, I could go inside. I stinked the marijuana when I was just inside the door, but it overwhelmed myself and others when I got inside. I was hoping it wouldn’t be as strong, but I was wrong. I wasn’t sure I wanted to enter the marijuana dispensary, and I was ready to walk out when someone grabbed our arm. I pulled away until I turned and realized it was our sibling. We had never talked about medical marijuana, and didn’t assume she was using it for her anxietiesâ€¦ She said it wasn’t just for anxieties, and spread her arms out. I realized she wasn’t using a cane. She said medical marijuana helped her to get walking again. My anxieties lessened as she told myself and others what products she was using and what she liked most. I purchased many marijuana products based on her suggestions, and was surprised at how well it worked for our own anxieties. If I hadn’t met our sibling at the medical marijuana dispensary that morning, I really would have turned and walked away. I was happy I went through those doors, even though our body was telling not to enter.