Jane convinced me to get medication from a real doctor. Actually, a better way of saying it is that I agreed to go see a real doctor so that she would shut up about it.

News flash — the board-approved doctor doesn’t think it’s a good idea for one to medicate oneself with drugs that one purchases from Mexico. I have to admit that part of me agrees with the smug ninny. While the drug cocktail I was taking made some of the pain go away, the pills took over in an unexpected way.

Now I’m on Paxil. Just Paxil. Oh, and some prescription-strength ibuprofen for my hand. I feel mellow.