Prescription to Encryption
Before I even begin, it is detrimental for you to know and understand the hatred I once held for any prescription medication and by hatred I mean pure fucking disgust.
I always held empathy towards those diagnosed with mental illness causing a chemical imbalance with receptors in the brain such as Serotonin, Dopamine, GAMMA and so on. I understood that people did need medical attention from certain compressed chemicals due to whatever reason deemed by a medical professional, after all they’re doctors they just want to help, right?….
I was 19 and for the fist time in a while I needed to make an appointment with my regular GP in order to get a medical certificate for work, I had an overly irritated brother waiting on me in the car who stressed “hurry the fuck up we still need to meet old mate in Brisbane” (just over an hour drive there an the same on the way back) His moods made me extremely nervous.
Finally my name was called and was clearly anxious to get my medical certificate and leave, It’s been awhile since I sat in this chair and obviously my doctor wanted to chat, for fucks sake I kept thinking as I answered his questions with one word answers and displaying clear signs of agitation and not because we hadn’t gotten on yet purely because I could feel that person who’s waiting in the car for me would definitely by now publicly losing his shit - knowing that, made me more nervous then my first night in the watch house.
The doctor handed me a questionnaire with 10 specific questions and told me to answer them with zero being rarely 5 being most likely and 10 being all of the time. I filled out the fucking questionnaire, handed it back and asked can I please get my medical certificate now I have to go, He took his sweet ass times going through each question and asked if I was familiar with GAD (generalised anxiety disorder) and mild panic disorder. I said no and it doesn’t interest me either, he offered several different prescriptions that would help mange all of the everyday tasks I kept anxiously overthinking non stop. I refused every prescription offered until he just printed me out something anyway, as he was signing and folding up the prescription he said “Now I’ve given you a prescription for Diazepam, they come in a quantity of 50 tablets and are 5 mg each I want you to start on 2 a day morning and night and I’ll make you an appointment for 25 days from today and we can review them”. I couldn’t argue with him anymore as I was about to walk back the am even bigger argument waiting for me at the dam car.
I put the script in with no intention whatsoever I just knew that he could call the DHS and see when and where it was dispensed or if it had even been dispensed.
Running out of the chemist to the car apologising to my brother as I reached the window, he said what the fuck did he give you them for” I said “he literally would not give me my med cert until I agreed to take them, obviously I’m not going to I don’t even know what they are” my brother said “They’re fucken Valium they’ll just put you to sleep, hurry up call old mate tell him we’re leaving now”.
The more I thought about the 50 prescription pills in my bag the more I wanted to know EVERYTHING about them, what the hell can this little white pill do compared to the amount of gear I inhale everyday.. A breath mint would probably effect me more.
by the time we reached North Brisbane I somehow managed to retain copious amounts of knowledge on this medication, what it was mainly used for, clinical tests and trials against various others, side effects, it’s half life, chemical reactions, case studies, the family of drugs it belong to even down to it how excretes it’s way from the body. First of all wow… this shit is so incredibly interesting, I was already addicted to researching all of them without even taking a single one.
”Hurry up fuck ya need to look the car get ya handbag and go inside fucks sake”… Walked in sat down the usual chit chat, introductions made as we get bagged up and this one dude walks out annoying as all fuck hasn’t slept in 5 days and is beyond unbearable, I could see my brother eyeing him just waiting for the perfect opportunity to left right good night him. Old mate getting more and more frustrated he leans in and asks “oiiii do you know anyone that has vals or anything to put this cunt to sleep I’ll pay whatever they want”. I said “yeah my doctor gave me a box of Valium t…, I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before and offer was made “ILL SWAP YOU HALF A BALL FOR THE WHOLE BOX”, my brother chimes in with “ fuck yeah, done”.
I’m sitting quietly just recapping the last 5 minutes… Is he serious? I paid $5.20 for those those pills and he’s swapping what a HB back then was worth witch was $850 and now wants to make it a regular thing apparently it turns out cheaper for his as well… ohhhkay what the fuck ever was just going to give him the pills I didn’t want them… Until I did.
To be continued..
