One pill, once. Definitely not the typical response, but I wanted to include it precisely because it’s not typical.
I had a bout of gastrenteritis which was clearly stress-related. Went to the doc to ask for medical leave. Doc insisted in giving me anti-anxiety meds. I said I didn’t see the need, all I needed was “bedrest and broth”. That’s what you think, I’m the doctor here damnit, take one of these before bed.
I slept like a log as usual, but instead of waking up awake I spent all day in a fuzz. I couldn’t focus on anything. I would be looking at the fork. There is food in the fork. Fork. Mouth. What am I supposed to do now? There is some kind of connection… somewhere…
No second pill, and I’m not taking anxiety meds again unless I’m tied to the bed.
