DoubleHelix

March 22, 2014: I find myself in a comfortable medical setting. I have just referred someone to the doctor in whose office I am present. I am in the company of a somewhat obese Hispanic female. I am undressed, but not ashamed, and we speak while I get dressed. I do not have to search for my clothes, they are right there, and I step into my underpants, which are more like board shorts.

They want me to go see my own doctor - I’m not sure why. The unseen doctor seems friendly and concerned that my visit to my own physician will make me anxious so they offer me a prescription for a new, mild sedative with which I am not familiar. I say no thank you, but if they give me anything, I’d like Xanax. They are willing to give me a prescription for only two of the Xanax pills, which is fine with me. I wake.