Pushing through the pain and anxiety with cannabis

I heard somebody talking in the smokers lounge the other night, and they used the expression “it hit me like a truck.” I almost interrupted their conversation to cut in with the harsh reality, but decided against it. You see, I know firsthand what it feels like to get hit by a truck. It’s why I’m in this wheelchair! I was riding my bike at the time, and literally got sideswiped by an 18-wheeler. It could have been worse, and I know that I’m lucky to be alive. One of the things that got me through the recovery process was medical cannabis. This was three years ago, and if you recall cannabis was not legal in this state at that time. It is now, thank goodness, but while I was in the hospital bed I had to call around and ask my friends to buy cannabis for me because I couldn’t go see the weed dealer in person. I usually buy my cannabis from a local dude named Kenneth, and over the next few months he really helped me out. When Kenneth found out what happened to me, he offered to deliver the cannabis to my house while I recovered. This is not a service Kenneth ever offers his customers. People always need to drive out of town to Kenneth’s remote marijuana farm. He was willing to drive into town to see me and bring my cannabis to me once a week, and I am deeply grateful for that. Cannabis has since been legalized, but out of gratitude I usually buy my stuff from Kenneth.
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