The other day, I asked you readers what you felt insane and bitter about, and the replies I got were fantastic, but the one received today said it all:
I am laughing bitterly at the fact that I could easily get the kind of pot that spikes my seizures in the next half hour from Brian, the dude down the hall in my dorm that my friends and I have affectionately nicknamed "Salty Jesus," due to his hair's continual beach-swept, biblical appearance. But after more than 10 medications, a diet and brain surgery, I can't legally get the marijuana that could help my epilepsy. All hail the American medical system.
Yes, Anonymous: all hail the American medical system. I don't appear to be any closer to getting the CBD for Sophie despite having researched myself into near-expert knowledge. I guess the only thing to do at this point is wait.