I went to a "medical dispensary" specifically seeking a strain with a low THC to cannabinoid ratio (THC and I don't get along). There are a number of different types of cannabinoids in MJ, some of which have anti-inflammatory properties. Some cannabinoids have psychoactive properties while others don't.
The dispensary was hilarious. The receptionist (a pretty young woman) asked for my driver license and told me to have a seat and wait to be called. I sat in the waiting area with a few burnouts from the 60s (sporting tie-died T-shirts), a well-groomed middle-aged man, and a few hipster types.
A skinny young man wearing a white medical coat came out from the back office and called my name. He ushered me to the pharmacy. I was handed off to another skinny white kid wearing a white medical coat.
I explained my health situation, and asked for his advice. I was animate abut stressing my desire for relief over getting high. The young man had a squeaky voice. He talked quickly. I could barely understand him. Several minutes of back and forth went on until he recommended a sativa strain. I bought a joint. The cost was nominal.
Later that night, I took a hit off the joint. It relieved some of my arthritis symptoms. I also got buzzed. The buzz was okay, but I would have preferred to not get high. The smoke bothered my lungs.
Per the skinny young man's advice, I stayed away from edibles. He explained that the psychoactive effects of edibles last anywhere from nine to twenty-four hours.
My buzz lasted a few hours, and then I fell asleep. I like Advil better.
