Ok, so I finally got a doctor appointment on Friday. I have to remember to ask for my prescriptions to get renewed.

Are you going to get more ativan?

Ehh... you know, I don't think Ativan really does anything for me.

What? Really?

It's just that when I'm having a panic attack and take a few, I don't feel that much better. I feel like it's taking me just as long to get a hold on myself and recover as if I didn't take anything. So I don't know that it's helpful.

Ok, I don't know how to tell you this, but... I believe you when you say that's how it feels, in your head. But from the outside, when I'm around you, this is what happens when you take Ativan.

Oh fuck oh no oh fuck help I'm going to die

+ATIVAN

...sniff.

....

I'm hungry.

Wow, really?

Yeah. Rapid, observable deescalation.

Huh.

What else is my brain doing without telling me?

Well...sometimes when you don't know what to say you meow.

I knew that.

meow.

shhhh

Subjective

New comic! TRANSLATIONS: Finnish (credit: Valhe) French (mouton) I honestly had no idea that ativan was actually doing anything until I talked it over with my partner, who very gently asked me to please make sure I have some with me because it really is quite helpful. The only thing I do notice is it messes with my ability to form memories for a few hours, so maybe that's why I don't perceive it as helping... it's because I literally can't remember. Spooky.