I have an amazing circle of friends, however they don’t consistently provide me the best advice. I was telling Julie that I had overextended my shoulder and I had a lot of pain since it happened. She thought I should get physical therapy and offered to do it for me. She was a licensed physical therapy however separate from a nurse’s note, she wasn’t sure how much harm was entirely done! When she started working on the shoulder, I began getting even more pain than I previously had. She told me to work through it, although I was in tears every time I moved the shoulder. Her boyfriend Bobby told me I should try medical marijuana. I didn’t know of a nurse who could examine my shoulder and request medical marijuana. He offered me the names of two pain specialists who could request medical marijuana, although he said they were luxurious. I called my family physician and told her about my shoulder. After getting x-rays and an ultrasound, I was told I needed surgery. The tendons were torn, and I had a crack in the ball joint. She was suggesting surgery, however first, she wanted me to go to a shoulder specialist. Two weeks later, I was getting ready to undergo surgery which was going to keep me out of work for almost six months, and I needed 24-hour help because it was my dominant arm… Julie stayed with me while I needed help and never once offered physical therapy, but she did set me up with a nurse who helped me get medical marijuana for the pain.