This week I put myself into Washington’s new medical cannabis state registry. I can report that the process of having to go to a store to register is total bullshit.
Right after my regular doctor’s appointment, I drove to a retail cannabis shop with the intention of registering so I can legally grow more than 4 plants in my garden.
I had to wait about 15 minutes before I could be helped. Meanwhile dozens of retail shoppers cruised in and out while I was there. Waiting beside me was a young patient who had just got her medical cannabis recommendation that week for the first time and was about to try using for the first time for a serious autoimmune disease.
Talking to her helped to put into perspective how new patients have no idea what they don’t have access to, including education. It also was nice to share a conversation with her on such a monumental first experience. She was offered a medical cannabis consultant if she wanted one but I’m not sure how the rest of her shopping experience went.
I’m not sure because I had an unexpected meltdown as my new card was issued to me. It had the wrong plant number on it- way lower than what my doctor and I discussed. As this discrepancy was being pointed out on my form, crocodile tears just started streaming down my cheeks and I couldn’t stop them. The medical cannabis consultant helping me was trying to be so sweet without attempting eye contact. I would have to go back to my doctor to get him to sign one extra part of the form.
I left the store and had a full on anxiety spell with sweating, crying, and an inability to breathe or calm down. What the overreacting hell?
It was a weird day. I had gotten a parking ticket, my favorite doctor told me he was having serious health issues, I was having dark premonitions, and the last thing I needed was another 3 hour tour seated in Seattle traffic so I could be a compliant frickin patient.
But it got done. My doctor was able to help me that day, the store was able to amend the registry and issue me a correct card right away. Major time and energy suck because somebody clearly uneducated about medical cannabis made rules.
When I got home from it all I made myself a fat raw cannabis smoothie, grateful to have access to it in a fresh dietary form even if I have to care for a garden and jump through a bunch of bullshit hoops in order to stay compliant with such poorly written and executed medical cannabis laws.
Cannabis remains a vegetable in my garden.