The night before last night, there was an incident. I sat up far too long and drew stuff and lost track of time (at step one it’s 5:45 AM). This is important, because this explains what happened. I was tired. Very tired.

1. I take the medicine, swallow it down with water. Then I think: that glass was half-full. Why?
2. Was it because I had a sandwich or did I take a pill before?
3. This can’t be good. Unless it was due to the sandwich. But I don’t know! Have I doubled up?
4. I look at the chart and see three missing pills. Didn’t I open the new chart yesterday? But then again, it might have been the day before. This does not help at all.
5. The instruction paper. I need that now! Oh no. It’s in Norwegian?! That doesn’t give the help I need, they thing “serious” is “fun” for fuck sake.
6. Found the Swedish, it was on the other side of the paper. Apparently I’m still within the safe amount even though it’s way beyond the regular dosage.
7. But I probably just took one. Yeah. But… What if not…? Is that the heart speeding up? Do I have trouble breathing? Should the head hit the wall like that? This anxiety isn’t going to let me sleep. The hand! It feels numb at the finger! No, that’s because of holding the pen. Nevermind.
8. My God, this fishing programme on the tv is so fucking boring I might…
9. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

This was the first time I had this problem. I don’t intend to do it again, my nerves are pretty tender as it is.