First dose, done

A brief account of the week.

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.

A beautifully written and quite anxious first entry.

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

I want to write this down before I forget how frightened I was, because I suspect in three months I will not believe it. Twenty minutes of standing there. Then eight seconds. Then it was over and I felt faintly ridiculous.

I told one person. Not my mother, not work. One person, and only because she asked me a direct question at the right moment.

Enough for one evening.