I didn’t trust my country’s healthcare for awhile

I am shocked and appalled by the quality of health care in my home state. My grandma was passed around from one oncologist to the next until she died from her sleep one night from problems surrounding her cancer diagnosis. The only concern is that my grandma died before she could absolutely get a cancer diagnosis to see if she would improve. I was irrationally angry when I learned about this. How are you supposed to trust your country’s healthcare when atrocities like this are happening at large. My own family physician would never string me along like that. Someone from her office calls to check on me if I have been around a while for a checkup appointment. I think that they’re just trying to make money on me, but it’s still nice to feel cared for from time to time. I have a separate physician who writes my “recommendation” for medical marijuana in this state. This recommendation is like a prescription for medical marijuana. Some medical marjuana nurses are just eager to see you out the door so they can make money on the next patient after you. My medical marijuana nurse understands my health troubles and why exactly I’m using the substance to treat them. She said that since I’m treating a complex case of PTSD, I should embrace using giant amounts of THC. Unlike some wayward cannabis nurses, mine is of the opinion that a patient with deep emotional pain needs a strong cannabis product to keep themselves functioning on a day by day basis.

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