Standing in the kitchen

Late, and writing anyway.

What I keep coming back to is how long it took me to get here. Not the medication — the asking. Years of that.

The pharmacist talked me through it very fast and I nodded at all of it and retained about a third. I have written down the bits I remember and I will ask again at the review.

So. First one done. I had been carrying the box around the house for four days like it was something I had borrowed and needed to give back, and in the end I did it standing up in the kitchen with the radio on.

Sleeping, at last.