She could answer the phone, but not dial without a lot of fumbling.
My mom put me down as her medical marijuana caretaker. She asked me if it would be okay, since she could no longer drive. She worried she couldn’t get dad to take her, and if he was late coming home from work, she would have another way to get her medical marijuana. I agreed to help her out and get my caretaker’s medical marijuana ID card. Although I agreed, I wasn’t sure if it was something I wanted to do. I knew many people who used marijuana, and I was always telling them it wasn’t good for them. I was afraid of being called a hypocrite for buying medical marijuana for my mom while telling them it was wrong. As long as mom was calling the order in, and all I would need to do is pick it up at the pick-up window, I was okay with that, but it wasn’t going to happen. She had to wait for me or dad to come home before she could place her order. Her glaucoma had gotten so bad that she could barely see, and using a phone was out of the question. She could answer the phone, but not dial without a lot of fumbling. Using the computer wasn’t a choice either. I had to go to the medical marijuana dispensary and pick up the marijuana that she told me she needed. It embarrassed me to be at the medical marijuana dispensary, but as long as I was helping my mom, I was going to need to get over it. Sometimes you do things you don’t want to do; in order to make sure someone you love has everything they need.