Medical Marijuana serves a glory of purposes for many different people. It seems that the list never ends.
Personally, marijuana helps with my loss of appetite. I have a very inconsistent appetite and I mostly eat because I know I should. I have a minimal palette (that I’ve expanded thank you very much) so it does not take much for me to lose my appetite, even after I’ve finally gained one. Trying to eat when you’re not hungry is nauseating. Not eating wouldn’t make me hungry, but would skip straight to feeling weak and light-headed, as anyone would who is running on fumes.
What that left me with is eating very basic foods, which consisted of a lot of carbs and not many nutrients. I had numerous tests done to get handle on the cause, yet, I left doctors puzzled. Fed up with trying to figure out why, I was ready to try any potential solution. Living in Sunny California, I had heard of the lovely benefits of medical marijuana and eventually wandered down to the MMJ Doctor in San Francisco.
I walked into the office, explained my symptoms and the doctor, confidently says, “Okay. Is there anything else you need your card for other than Anorexia?”
Anorexia? I have a great relationship with my body. I don’t have Anorexia. I verbally accepted this as I continued to process what had just happened. Perplexed, I went home and jumped on the Googles to find anorexia defined as:
Hm. That fits. But where is the part about body image? Looking further, I saw the definition for Anorexia Nervosa: