Friday, April 20, 2012
I went to the pharmacy website and submitted my order for 1 mg. tablets of the miracle drug. There were no refills left so the pharmacy had to fax the doctor. No biggie, I thought.
I went to pick them up this morning and they were for, deep breath, .25 mgs! That's 1/4 of what I usually rely upon to keep me sunny side up. I almost fell dead right there in front of the diabetes paraphernalia and the condoms! Side thought: Why do they have the diabetic stuff and the condoms next to each other?
I composed myself and as soon as I crossed the threshold of my house I emailed the doctor to see if he changed (insert heart flutter) my prescription. By that time I was in a cold sweat.
He's the most awesome doctor in the world and emailed me right back. The pharmacy made a mistake. Whew! I thought he thought I was being a crazed drug seeker. I guess after my reaction I kinda was.
Anyway he offered to fax over another prescription but I didn't want to seem desperate for it so I counted out what I had and decided the miniscule tablets would get me through until my next appointment on May 15th, that is if no major panic attacks come my way.
I don't take Xanax that often, usually only when a panic attack sneaks up from out of the shadows. I rely mainly on Ativan and Valium. So I think I might live, even though the very thought of being out of Xanax sends me over the edge of all reason.
Drug seekingly yours,