My mom had serious rheumatoid arthritis. Whenever she needed anything from the store, I was the person who took her, or handled the shopping. I enjoyed doing things for my mom because I knew she definitely required the help. This past week, I had been stuck in bed with the flu. My head was aching with a painful headache. Breathing felt something like having molten steel poured into my lungs. I was on some strong meds that made me feel entirely exhausted. When my mother called as well as asked if I could get her medication for her, I could barely talk. She was extremely concerned over my well-being as well as miserable that I hadn’t called to tell her I was brutally sick. I croaked out that I would get it for her as well as asked where it had to be picked up from. She told me it was her medical marijuana. I was never so pleased to hear that she wanted some medicinal cannabis. I knew that the local marijuana dispensary would certainly deliver to her front door. They had once told us that we only had to call if we wanted cannabis to be delivered. I was about to take them up on their offer. I told her to reach out to the marijuana dispensary as well as provide them her information. She completely hesitated, as well as I relented, telling her I would make the call instead. After apologizing for my horrible voice, I finally told the person at the cannabis shop who I was as well as what I needed for my mother. I gave them my mother’s address as well as provided them with her medical ID number. They easily promised to get the medical cannabis prescription to her by the end of the day. They weren’t even charging her a delivery fee.