They’re HEEE-EEERRRRRE…..
Vyvanse.
Serendipitously, our houseguest from last night needed to catch an 8:05 am train back to Chicago. So, I was up. I had pants. I stopped by Walgreens on the way home.
I have my new meds. I’d better write first before I loose the ability to feel my fingers. I’d better take one now or I’ll be up all night. I need to journal every physical and mental reaction because my drug Dr that I only see every 3 months instructed me to check in after 2 weeks on this stuff. Heart palpitations, racing thoughts, locusts, lions, tigers, and bears. Oh my.
The Target Phenomena
At Walgreens before the pharmacy was open so I set about doing the usual thing. I went shopping. It’s a thing. A little more compulsive than the Target Phenomena. You know – you walk into Target needing a curtain rod and walk out with coffee creamer, a new bra, socks, dog treats and mascara. But no curtain rod because they didn’t have the exact right style. The Target Phenomena. I’m not the only one.
Here goes.
Oh! They’re pink.
Bonus.
I’m dithering.
Let it be known that at 9:01 am on Sunday, February 23, 2020, I swallowed my first Vyvanse to help ameliorate the symptoms of Binge Eating Disorder.
It’s now 9:02. 
I feel exactly the same.
The hell???
Perhaps, to complete the ritual observance, I’m supposed to stow the bottle in my new bear cookie jar.
Yeah. That’s it.
9:14 am. My eye is starting to twitch.
I’m Susan Scot Fry, the author of “A Year of Significance”. In 2020, I take on the greatest nemesis of my life: Binge Eating Disorder. With a side of aplomb sauce. Honest, occasionally humorous and sometimes I swear.
A Year of Significance 