My dad called at around noon today, catching me in a slightly grumpy mood because I had forgotten about daylight savings and hate losing an hour of my life as much as anyone else. It was nice hearing from him, explaining what moot court was and establishing that I'm not pulling a Scott Turow and going insane yet. But then came the awkward bit, or when he asked if I "needed anything" before I left for Switzerland. Needed? Nah, I'm fine. No medication or anything? The last time I mentioned I had run out of Tylenol Cold they sent me a padded envelope filled with 50 sample packages, and that wasn't really something I wanted to repeat, so the answer was no yet again.
And that's when he clarified and said he wanted to know if I had enough of my meds (i.e. happy pills) to last the summer. Looking at the unopened bottle with 200 doses and the one I'm currently working through, I figured that even if I stayed on my daily half-dose I'd have enough to last well into next June.
Next summer? Am I going to need these little white pills into 2006, too? I've gotten through most of my 1L year and what has probably been the most dramatic 7 months of my life popping these things, I suppose -- but I wonder how much of that was them, and how much of it me. I don't want to be one of those people that never find the line where the drugs stop and I begin.
And that's when he clarified and said he wanted to know if I had enough of my meds (i.e. happy pills) to last the summer. Looking at the unopened bottle with 200 doses and the one I'm currently working through, I figured that even if I stayed on my daily half-dose I'd have enough to last well into next June.
Next summer? Am I going to need these little white pills into 2006, too? I've gotten through most of my 1L year and what has probably been the most dramatic 7 months of my life popping these things, I suppose -- but I wonder how much of that was them, and how much of it me. I don't want to be one of those people that never find the line where the drugs stop and I begin.
