March 1, 2007
She drops off yet another prescription at the pharmacy, then sits in a chair, waiting while the pharmacist decants the latest pills into the latest little bottle. She wonders if the pharmacist thinks, “What a mess that girl is! Anti-depressants for over a year – expensive ones, big dose, too – that ongoing ativan prescription, and now heart medication. She’s just falling apart!” She’s less embarrassed buying condoms or tampons than revealing these secrets. The pharmacist happily fills the bottle, takes the money, and wishes the patient a good day, all while trying to decide what to have for lunch.