Yesterday, I gathered enough cash money to get the necessary paperwork required to apply for my medical card. This morning I filled out my paperwork, acquired a passport-sized photo at the drugstore and went to the dispensary, but it was closed and so I had to come back after another session of dry needling.
I've come to find that dry needling is great for about two days and then the tightness in my lower leg and ankle returns. My therapist said we'd try a couple more times before throwing in the towel. I think the therapy is beneficial, but unfortunately my CRPS is ruthless and the sprained, wrapped too tight in ACE bandage ankle pain returns after a few days. I'm happy it hasn't spread elsewhere like some people I've read about. The leg is bad enough.
After my needling session I headed back to the dispensary. The business is located just off an interstate in a rundown looking strip mall where everything is covered in blacktop and concrete. The business is flanked by a fitness gym and, of all things, another nail salon. I'm certain the lot is used by junkies that exit I-80 to purchase heroin. The storefront is covered in vinyl wrap so you can't see inside. I tried opening the door and it was locked, so I pressed a doorbell and waited. Eventually a woman opened the door and brought me into a waiting area just outside the lobby. A wall of marijuana smell hit me. I almost giggled. Tee-hee. I quickly looked into the lobby beyond my temporary glass enclosure and saw about a dozen people sitting in comfortable chairs in a mod-decorated room with a flat screen television on the wall. Not what I imagined from what I saw on the outside. The woman who let me in asked what I wanted, but it felt like she was demanding to know why I had rang the bell. I started feeling like I didn't belong. I said that I was here to get my card, so she asked for my driver's license and then allowed me entry. I felt way out of place, but my wife and I always tell our kid that nobody is ever born knowing how to do everything, so I told myself that and I felt better. Fake it till you make it.
Once inside I was then taken to another room just outside the lobby where all the people were waiting on the cushy IKEA furniture. Inside there was a person sorting school supplies and she told me to pay no attention to her, so I did, because I was nervous and I wanted everything to go smooth and without a hitch...but what was she doing with those supplies? God, it was killing me not knowing. I sat down and another woman, Krystal, entered the room and began typing away at a computer and soon she started asking me questions. At one point she left and I began looking over the area. I noticed surveillance cameras in the rooms. I was being watched and recorded. "Be cool," I told myself. So I started looking over the printed materials on the table in front of where I sat and I found 'Bubba Fett' and I nearly busted out laughing. OMG. I feel as mature as a middle schooler. That's so fucking punny! Bhahahaha! Get it? Instead of Boba, it's Bubba. Ha! Krystal was still gone and I wanted to get a photo to send to my wife, but I kept thinking about Big Brother and HIPPA laws. Should I or shouldn't I? Then I heard one of the patients in the waiting room talking on their smartphone so I covertly snapped a quick photo and put my phone back into my pocket before Krystal returned. I've observed Philip and Elizabeth Jennings spy techniques while watching The Americans. The Jennings may have been great undercover agents, but they have to be the worst television parents of all time. Goddamn KGB.
Krystal returned and took some more information and, of course, more money and then told me that she'd call me tomorrow and then I can come back to purchase. What? That's it? Holy shit balls! I can come back tomorrow and purchase? Answer: YUP. Keep cool, Rob. Breath. She said to allow myself at least an hour so I could get a crash course in selecting cannabis. Looks like we are definitely in business. I'll probably update again soon. Stay tuned.
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