Day 2 – Doing it right(ish)
And, golly gosh, it works. Well, possibly. Maybe not. It’s possible that I am just excited about the idea of it working, and that’s what’s clicked me into alert mode. Still, beggars can’t be choosers.
Diary entry
Day 1: Treatment
I’m not meant to take the pill in the afternoon – it’s a morning activity, to avoid insomnia and such – but I’m not here because my ability to engage in delayed gratification is overdeveloped, put it that way.
Day 0: Diagnosis
The two-hour appointment is not as draining as I was expecting. I rather enjoy the opportunity to talk – largely uninterrupted and without a filter – about my life.