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Dear Mail Carrier: Please Bring Me My Meds…Quick

I screwed up. I am blessed to have an amazing prescription drug plan. I send in my prescriptions for $60, I get a three-month supply. Doesn’t matter which drug or how much it really costs. I pay just $60. So, why do I wait until I am nearly out of my meds to mail in the refills?

This time I waited so long that I have run out of one of my meds. Today is my third day without it. I called the prescription service and they said they sent it four days ago. Hopefully, it will come today. Still, I am going to see my nurse practitioner first thing on Monday morning.

I have never been this reckless before with my medications. I always – ALWAYS – take them as prescribed and I feel good, even great, most of the time. I’m waiting for withdrawal to kick in. Last night I had an incredibly vivid and terrible dream. I was in a building – seemed like a hotel – and it was stormed by some guys who were going from room-to-room shooting people. Everyone was trying to hide. I was under a table covered with a long tablecloth. Another woman was with me. The shooter pulled back the tablecloth and killed her but did not see me. I woke up with my mouth hanging open, feeling like I had been in such a deep sleep for so long that I could not move. And now I am feeling a little manicky. I’m not bouncing off the walls but, man, do I have some great ideas!

Seems like I deliberately self-sabotage myself. I know I should do something and I don’t. Like returning phone calls. Seems like no big deal but I deliberately don’t return certain calls. I’m not talking about calls from bill collectors. I’m talking about calls from friends who just want to say “Hi.” Same with being on time. I get up plenty early but I putz around till the last minute, then rush to make a meeting. I get there on time but it’s like I need the rush to get me there.

But this medication mishap is serious. I know that – still I let it happen. Never again. This is just plain stupid and in the words of the philosopher Gump, “stupid is as stupid does.”

Dear Mail Carrier: Please Bring Me My Meds…Quick

Christine Stapleton

Christine Stapleton has been a journalist for 35 years. She is now an investigative reporter for The Palm Beach Post. In 2006, began writing a blog for PsychCentral called Depression on My Mind. Her latest blog, Addiction Matters, draws on her 19 years of sobriety and her coverage of the drug treatment industry in South Florida.

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Stapleton, C. (2012). Dear Mail Carrier: Please Bring Me My Meds…Quick. Psych Central. Retrieved on November 29, 2020, from


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