PANIC STATIONS - Council Visit!

PANIC!

We live in local authority accommodation – it took several years before we managed to get somewhere, and even longer before we got somewhere that catered to my disabilities. So, obviously, one of my concerns about using cannabis (even medicinal) was how the council would react if there were complaints.

In the middle of August, out of nowhere, I received a text informing me that we were booked in for a Home Check. I instantly panicked. What if someone had complained about the smell and this was the council’s way of catching me out? We had to reschedule as the first appointment clashed with a medical appointment, and I then proceeded to spend the next week in an agony of fear that we were going to lose our home.

I tidied away anything that could be interpreted as illegal, including the things that I haven’t used but bought because they were cute. I made sure everyone in the house had a copy of my prescription from MaMedica, out out the tubs of medical cannabis, and even went onto Reddit for reassurance from anyone who had already been through anything similar.

The actual Home Check turned out to be just that – a home check where the council was trying to catch up with everyone following Covid and all of those restrictions. She did ask about drugs and I explained about the cannabis, ready and eager to show her my prescription and everything. A complete lack of interest as soon as I explained that I had a prescription. She said that there hadn’t been any complaints but obviously if they did receive any, they now knew that I was being prescribed by a private clinic so there wouldn’t be a need to get in touch.

The relief was IMMENSE – like, I felt my shoulders drop from around my ears. It was so nice to speak to someone who seemed to understand that a prescription meant that I wasn’t doing anything wrong and to be reassured that I wasn’t going to get into any trouble.

It also meant I could stop making voodoo dolls of my neighbours and thinking that they had complained about the smell or something like that. Apologies if any of them felt any twinges!

Now that I’m feeling all reassured, I can set up my ‘ganja bar’ as my mother and sister insist on calling it to look as pretty as possible! Oh, and it’s time for me to try to do my first repeat prescription!