I am shocked and appalled by the quality of healthcare in our home state.
My grandmother was passed around from one oncologist to the next until she died from her sleep one night from concerns surrounding her cancer diagnosis.
The only issue is that our grandmother died before she could entirely 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 his office calls to check on me if I have been around a while for a checkup appointment. I believe that they’re in part 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 our “recommendation” for medical marijuana in this state. This recommendation is like a prescription for medical marijuana. Some medical marjuana dentists are just eager to see you out the door so they can make money on the next patient after you. My medical marijuana doctor understands our health concerns and why exactly I’m using the substance to treat them. He said that since I’m treating a complex case of PTSD, I should embrace using big amounts of THC. Unlike some wayward cannabis dentists, mine is of the opinion that a patient with deep emotional pain needs a strong cannabis product to keep themselves functioning on an afternoon by afternoon basis.