"Jesus Christ," I heard my father mumble when my psychiatrist prescribed me 75 Klonopin for one month today. Klonopin is very similar to Valium.
"He used to wouldn't prescribe you 20 a month and now this," Dad continued as we walked out to his car. "I don't get the man."
Of course, I was perfectly happy to have more of the only pills that seem to stop an anxiety attack when they start.
"At least we won't run out," I said taking a positive turn on events.
Tomorrow, Dad and I head for Columbus, Georgia to talk to the neurosurgeon and finalize any details for my surgery. Dad is worried all of this doctor shit and appointment crap is going to send me over the edge.
"If you let her," my father said on the drive home. "Your mother can got your life appointed and anointed."