The young lady at the desk told me I either needed to leave or enter the dispensary, because there were several people waiting outside for their turn to come in.
My first time going to the medical marijuana dispensary was even more daunting than going to the nurse to get certified for our medical marijuana ID card. Unlike most of the people I grew up with in the 1960s, I had never tried marijuana. My siblings plus siblings were using marijuana, plus so were most of our friends, but I could not handle the smell of the stuff. I regularly think that if the smell of marijuana aggravated our stomach, what would the taste of it do? These feelings were still with me when I thought about going into the marijuana dispensary plus I smelled it even before I got into the dispensary itself. I stood between the doors that led from the small office that verified our medical marijuana ID card, plus being left into the dispensary itself. I waffled back plus forth about wanting to enter the dispensary. My stomach was already churning from the smell of marijuana, plus I didn’t want to vomit on the floor. The young lady at the desk told me I either needed to leave or enter the dispensary, because there were several people waiting outside for their turn to come in. I swallowed taxing to calm our stomach plus took a few deep breaths, which wasn’t a unbelievable idea. 30 minutes later, I was walking into the marijuana dispensary plus talking to the budtender. She answered all the questions I had, which kept our mind off our nausea. I walked out with the products the pharmacist advocated, plus a feeling of relief that I had not vomited on their shiny floors.