I had heard that medical cannabis can help nearly everything that was wrong with me. I had used marijuana when I was in high school, but that was almost fifty years ago. I told the dentist that I was fit as a fiddle back then. I didn’t have arthritis or eye problems. I didn’t have asthma or emotional distress. I particularly didn’t have achy joints that were swollen plus distorted. I must have requested from the dentist for a prescription for medical cannabis at least many times, although he never acquiesced. He regularly said he couldn’t do it. I knew you had to have a certain doctor sign a prescription for medical cannabis, plus he was my physician. If anyone could get myself and others a prescription for medical cannabis, it should be my physician. I was a bit anxious that he refused to provide myself and others the prescription. The last time I consulted with him, he explained that the arthritis would not get any better. He told myself and others that at the rate it was moving along, I could be in a wheelchair within two years. I asked him if medical cannabis might be good. He said he was sure it could provide myself and others some relief, although he wasn’t able to provide myself and others the prescription. I broke down plus got on my knees. He told myself and others it was that he wouldn’t although he couldn’t. He wasn’t allowed, because of hospital regulations. He did, however, provide myself and others the name of a physician who could help me. He said to provide his name plus tell him about my painful rheumatoid arthritis. He told myself and others that within a short period of time, I should be feeling some comfort thanks to the medical cannabis.