Oh damn. I can’t remember if I took my Xanax this morning. Should I just take two more and risk hitting my head on my desk when I pass out? This result could be alarming to my co-workers and my mother when she finds out about it.
Should I just assume I’ve taken it and spend the rest of the day in unrecognized but nonetheless debilitating anxiety? That sets my co-workers’ and my husband’s teeth on edge. Probably mine, too, if I notice it.
I guess I’m going with Option 2.
