It was embarrassing telling the doctor I used medical marijuana.
I don’t know why, even though I was embarrassed to tell my doctor I used medical marijuana.
She turned and looked at me in question, because she was asking if I was taking any other medicine, either prescriptive or OTC.
I sat there and stared at him, after that I whispered I was using medical marijuana. I tried to explain it wasn’t pure marijuana, but it had more CBD than THC. It worked to take care of my aches and pain, even though I never used it to get high. I felt like I was a little girl caught with my hand in the cookie jar right before brunch was put on the table. She sat by the kindle and just stared at me. A part of me wanted to admit I did get high on the first batch of medical marijuana their pharmacist recommended . I hadn’t gotten high since, and I didn’t want to. I hated how I felt when I was high, and I swore if it ever happened again I was going to call the state. I would provide my medical marijuana ID card back to the state, and they could keep my application fee. After thirty seconds of silence, I realized she was going through something else on my chart. She was talking to me about the results of my recent bloodwork, and I was still obsessing over admitting to using medical marijuana. I waited for him to tell me she thought it was wrong, but there was nothing further said. When I left her office, I waited to hear some of the doctors tittering that I was the girl who was using medical marijuana and divulged it to the doctor.