What a busy day. It started with a quick jaunt down the interstate to my doctor's office. We didn't have to wait long.
"Why don't you try yoga?" my doctor asked. "I do it every morning."
Can you see big, burly me doing yoga? My eyes glossed over and I fell into a trance as he rambled on about it.
Then it came time to write the prescriptions. I held my breath as he rattled off the various drugs I take.
"How 'bout your Klonopin?" he asked.
"It has really helped him and he has been very responsible with it," my father chimed in. Thank you, dad!
I was so relieved when he wrote me another prescription for it. It is the one thing I have found to stave off those anxiety attacks I am prone to have.
On the drive home, dad and I talked about putting together a plan for me becoming more independent. Soon, I will start getting money again. Followed by my bills coming to me and for me to start buying my groceries again. I was just overjoyed we were talking about this matter as two rational, adult human beings. I was so excited after such a good day that I was bouncing off the walls when I arrived home.