So I Have This Friend...

Picture this: You wake up after a few hours sleep, having had an extremely late night trying to make a deadline for the next day. You stumble into the shower, stopping only to take that itty-bitty estrogen pill that keeps you from road rage, child abuse and divorce court.

All is going relatively smoothly considering your exhaustion, when suddenly you notice the same bottle from which you took a pill earlier has moved downstairs into another bathroom. Confused and worried that the kids touched your prescription, you run upstairs to the original location.

There, in the bottle you had just dipped into -- anti-anxiety meds. You know, the ones that make you crash onto the bed with no notice. The ones prescribed to you a long time ago that have sit untouched well past the expiration date. And did I mention you've got two meetings and an important phone call beginning in a matter of minutes?


I mean, I can only imagine if one were to do that, it would be nuts. It's not like I would ever make such a silly mistake and spend the morning sucking down caffeine trying to pry my eyes open during meetings. Nah, that would never happen.