I’m not sure what I expected in the cannabis dispensary, however it was not this. I had kept putting off going to the cannabis dispensary. I didn’t want anyone to tease me about being a pothead just because I used medical marijuana. I looked for a dispensary that was far enough away that I was sure no a single would know me. When I found a single that was simple to find and almost twenty-5 miles away, I headed out. I found someone to drive for me, who I knew would never tell our friends or family that I was using medical marijuana. I asked if he had ever been in a marijuana dispensary and he said no. I got out of the vehicle and headed for the door. The first thing I had to do was show our medical marijuana ID card, even before I could get in the door. The people inside had to take down all kinds of information and needed a hour ID before I could get into the actual cannabis dispensary. I suppose I expected something care about a pharmacy, however that is not what I saw. It looked more care about a small warehouse than a pharmacy. I hesitantly walked up to the counter and told them what the doctor suggested . The budtender told me he would get the pharmacist for me… When I said our doctor suggested a high level of CBD and a much lower amount of THC, the pharmacist asked where I found a doctor who would deliver me that kind of recommendation? I smiled and told him he was in the purple pages.