I was in my doctor's office bathroom just a moment ago gulping down some Klonopin. This every two week injection thing makes me nervous, but I feel so much better afterwards.
"Feeling better?" dad asked as I sat back down. "You sure are sweating. Wipe your brow."
I wanted mom to take me but dad said, "We are not getting into all that shit this morning. Your mother gets things too complicated."
My nurse is so kind and caring. She weighed me and took my blood pressure.
"All good," she said. "And you continue to lose weight."
As me and dad were driving home, we stopped at the newly built McDonald's up the road. Three egg mcmuffins later we were on our way back to my house.
"I love you son," dad told me.
"I love you more than anything," I told him back.
Now for a quiet day in which I hope I am devoid of any anxiety attacks. It will take a few hours for my shot to start working.