For years, my husband had been suffering from depression.
It wasn’t just the depression that was driving me nuts.
He would talk to himself and other people when he was the only one in the room. He would have real conversations and I thought he was schizophrenic. I wasn’t afraid of him, but he was driving himself crazy. He wasn’t satisfied with life anymore. I was afraid he would try to do something drastic. I called his doctor and told him how he was getting, and he set up an appointment with a neurologist. It was he who told us to try medical marijuana. My husband hated driving now, and he said he wouldn’t go to the marijuana dispensary. If he had to use the stuff, they would need to deliver it just like the pharmacy delivers his medication. I thanked him for his honesty, but told him he would need to go just once. They would set up marijuana delivery services for us, on our first visit to the marijuana dispensary. I got my caretaker’s ID card so I could go with him. Within two months, my husband was feeling better, thanks to the medical marijuana. We had regular marijuana delivery services come to the house, and he was able to place his order online. He still talks to himself, but so does everyone once in a while. If everyone I knew who talked to themselves needed medical marijuana, they would have a marijuana dispensary in every neighborhood. The thing about that is no one would have a need for marijuana delivery services and someone would lose their job.
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