I didn’t ask for soft teeth.
My mother always told me I inherited them from my father’s side of the family.
I remember mom going to the dentist with me. She would get her cleaning and be out within an hour. I would sit in the chair for an hour while they gently cleaned my teeth. I would have fillings done, and even some extractions or a root canal when I got older. I hated that I could never leave the dentist’s office without some kind of work other than cleaning. When I heard about medical marijuana, I often wondered if it could help with the toothaches I tried to ignore. I called my dentist and asked if he knew anything about medical marijuana and if it could help me. The only thing he said was that it could help with the pain. There are some marijuana strains that will help to ease pain, but it wouldn’t help with the actual tooth decay and breaking. I hated to admit that I was getting to where the pain was so bad that it was distracting and I wasn’t sleeping well. I asked the dentist if he could give me a prescription for medical marijuana. I knew there was the possibility the marijuana wouldn’t help me, but I was ready to try anything. I just didn’t want to get into opiates and that was where my use of painkillers was going. He wrote the prescription for me, and he helped me to get the medical marijuana card needed to go to the medical marijuana dispensary. It took about a week of usage, but the medical marijuana eased the pain and I could sleep all night.