Sundance : Your post so reminded me of me just a few weeks ago. Somehow, after the initial panic, I sat down and wrote about my feelings. I am trying to do that more and more. This is what I wrote after panicing over my pills.

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Tuesday afternoon was such an idiot. I went to take my afternoon adderall. I had 2 pills in my hand. I then went to throw away a cigarette box. As soon as I threw the box away, I immediately knew that I had thrown something in that I shouldn’t have. At first I couldn’t think of what it was I wasn’t suppose to throw away. After stopping and thinking, I knew it was the adderall. I managed to find one of the two pills. Now I am obsessing over the other. I will try to forget about it, and do what I went online to do.

It has been about a half hour and I am still thinking of that damn pill. Now I can’t remember if I took 2 or 1. I cannot remember opening my pocket book or the pill bottle a second time. I am such an idiot.

</div></font></blockquote><font class="post"> I wasn't so much afraid of side effects if I had taken too many. I was more angry that I threw tham away and had to try and remember what it was I had thrown away.

Writing this makes me think I am wackier than I thought.