Late last night, Amy and I took some Ativan. It was my idea - though I'm positive her doctor would have approved of her testing out the low dosage. If only to put her mind at ease. That's the entire point of having the sedative as a fail safe, right? You don't want to get panicky on the flight only to fear the pill's side effects. You will not have solved anything. She remained tentative but i finally talked her into it. So we both stuck the tiny green pill underneath our tongues. Five minutes and nothing. Half an hour and still nothing. Perhaps nothing was precisely the desired effect, she countered. I considered this but then suggested another, if only to see if it would make any difference. Amy wasn't down. So the willing guinea pig took another for the team. We were watching the Simpsons and I repeated that I wasn't feeling much at all. Next thing I knew, it was five in the morning and i was sleeping on the couch. Alone.
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