Okay so let me start with me being sick. Because that's important. So I suffer from a pretty sever chronic illness called gastroparesis. As well as a whole other host of stomach issues caused by it. Bassicly I have really really delayed stomach emptying. My stomach only works at a 25% rate. This causes a LOT of nausea, vomiting, and pain. I go in &amp; out of flares. But when I'm in a flare? It feels like having the constant stomach flu. I feel 10/10 absolutely sick to my stomach from the moment I wake up, to the moment I go to sleep. 

So my mom has become really good friends work a lady from work. And she kept trying to introduce me to her son. Because he got into a really bad car accident, and suffered some brain trauma. And because of that, hes disabled. He can walk and talk and everything for the most part. But he has definitely lost some of his motor skills, and some memory issues. But ours moms collectively thought we may get along, both struggling from being young &amp; having some form of disability. So we started talking on Facebook. And hes a really nice guy. He also grows weed. (I live in northern California). I talked to him about how weed is one of the only things that makes me feel better, and he told me he has a bunch of extra laying around his house. And he dosent smoke, so I can have it. I expect it to just be like a little bit, but he brought me quite a bit. At least 4 or 5 ounces. As well as some shatter. A few weeks later, he came over to hang out, and brought me like another 4 ounces. I didnt even know he was bringing any the second time. I am VERYYYYY thankful for this. It has helped me SO much. And I've definitely let him know this. I have tried to pay him, and he wont accept it. And I never once asked for any of it.

 So he grew quite a bit this year. And sense the prices are so bad, he couldnt really afford to hire trimmers. And it's just him. He asked me if I would come trim, and I told him I would be totally down to help him out. So I went and trimmed for him for a few days. He tried to pay me, and I refused it. 

Ever sense Christmas, I've been in a REALLY bad flare. I've lost 20 lbs sense then, just from not being able to eat/keep down anything. He asked me if I could come trim for him yesterday. He said he needed to have a certain amount ready by Monday, and there is no way he can do it on his own. If I was able to? Hell yea I'd go help him! And i told him that. But I'm just not physically able to do anything at all right now. I can barely get out of bed.. Plus his house is a hour and a half drive away, on a windy ass road. I get SO carsick. So that, on top of already being absolutely sick to my stomach? Would be MISERABLE. I would 10000% puke the whole way. I really thought he would understand. As he knows what it's like to have a dissability that stops you from doing things. But his demeanor changed right away. He usually is very talkative with me. But started giving me like a one sentence, a couple word, answers. I asked him if he was upset with me, and he went on this huge rant about how he Is done helping other people. Because when it comes time for him to need help, nobody ever returns the favor. And how hes givin me hundreds of dollars worth of bud, and the least thing I could do is to help him trim some more. I never once lost my temper with him. I just calmly tried to explain to him, that I'm sorry, I really am, but I'm way to sick right now. I can barley get out of bed. I cant keep down any solid food. I'm dropping more and more weight each week. I barley have enough energy to function as a human, let alone go sit up and trim for 2 days straight. And he just wouldn't listen to me. 

Idk if he thinks I'm lying to him or what.. I mean hear friends with me on Facebook. So he could easily see all my recent status updates for the last few weeks talking about how sick I am. I just dont know. And i honestly do feel so bad about it. I really truly do. I know he really needs help.. And he really has helped me soooo much. But I never asked him to help me. I never asked him for any of that weed. But because of the type of person I am, I can't help to feel like i am being an asshole.. 