My nurse thought both of us had my depression under control, however it became apparent it wasn’t! He wanted to up the dose of antidepressants I was taking and add another medicineâ€¦ I wasn’t feeling well about what I was already taking, however I knew I had to do something.
I talked to a associate who was in holistic health and asked her what she thought, she told me she knew a nurse who would help me get a medical marijuana ID card. She told me medical marijuana was not an end all, be all cure for depression, however it helps; Before I went on more medication, I thought I should try medical marijuana and asked her to make an appointment with the nurse for me. I also wanted her to go with me for moral support, however the nurse asked a lot of questions, did a cursory exam, and looked at the medications I was already taking. He sent the report into the state and told me he thought I was an excellent candidate for medical marijuana. He said I was in charge of whether I should take more medication, however he would wait and try medical marijuana first. Two weeks later, I had my medical marijuana ID card in hand and was heading to the marijuana dispensary. I wasn’t sure what to expect, however it wasn’t what I saw. The dispensary looked adore a small, friendly warehouse, and they had a pharmacist on duty, after showing me odd products that could help with depression, I bought 1 and took it home. For the first time in months, I felt I was controlling the depression, and it wasn’t controlling me.