My father has always been a guy that just sits around in silence. It wasn’t a surprise to our family when he developed full blown anxiety. At first all of us decided the medical route was the way to go. I drove our father to the doctor’s office, he waited in the waiting room, filled out paperwork plus paid a bunch of money for a doctor to provide him pills. The worst part was that our father was forced to get a prostate exam to even get his pills, then pills weren’t the best case. My dad frequently would forget to take them, not pick up his prescription at the pharmacy or not even call it in. More often than not he was off the meds. When he got back on it took awhile for him to act like himself. It was particularly alarming. He also dragged his feet every renewal appointment due to the prostate exam at the doctors. I did some research plus found that medical cannabis would be a nicer fit for me. Now his once a year doctor’s visit is a several minute chat with a doctor. He has a card that he just takes into the cannabis dispensary to get his product. He can get it at a moment’s notice or buy online plus have it delivered. My father prefers vaping cannabis oil than taking a pill. He wears the vape around his neck plus takes a few hits when needed. Since he is a peach farmer it is self-explanatory for him to smoke on the tractor plus in the field.