Rediscovering Us (bxb)

You again

"Shane? Shane Abbott?" A woman came to the door calling my name at the doctor's office.

That must be me, wait, of course it's me. Who else could it be?

I nervously stood up and followed her into room 11, a room I've seen plenty of times in my life.

I've been seeing Doctor Delcamp since I was twelve, he's a good man, he's always been willing to listen to me and help me through a panic attack or two.

I sat down on the crinkly paper on the bed and waited for the doctor to arrive.

I raised my hand to my mouth to bite my fingernail but stopped when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." I said.

Doctor Delcamp entered the room with a pleasant smile on his face. "Hello, Shane. It's been a while hasn't it?"

"Yes, sir." I nodded, I could feel my heart start to beat faster, as it usually did when I started to get nervous.

"Okay, Shane. Why don't you tell me how you've been feeling lately?" Doctor Delcamp asked as he sat down in the chair.

"Um, nervous." I replied.

"Nervous? How so?" He asked as he wrote something down on his notepad.

"Well, I'm finding it harder to go out in public and when I have to talk to someone I get very anxious." I said, the palms of my hands were starting to sweat now.

"I see, anything else?" The doctor asked.

"I've been having a lot of panic attacks lately, they make my chest hurt." I told him.

"And this has been going on for a while right? Ever since I first saw you, you were a very nervous child." Doctor Delcamp smiled.

"Yeah, my parents divorced and I was a mess. I guess that explains why I'm like this." I said quietly.

"Having anxiety is nothing to be ashamed of." He patted my knee.

"Anxiety?" I questioned.

"That's what I'm diagnosing you with. I can prescribe some alprazolam if you think it would help." He made some more notes on the notepad.

"What's that?" I asked, referring to the alprazolam.

"It's Xanax, that's the brand name. It treats anxiety. You're twenty seven now right? You can take it."

"Xanax." I whispered. I've never heard of medicine to treat anxiety, maybe this could be a cure.

"Here, I'll write the prescription. Be careful with this okay? No more than one pill three times a day. It's half a milligram so we can adjust the dose as needed." He scribbled something down then handed it to me.

"There's your prescription, you can take it to the pharmacy and they'll fill it for you. I'll see you in a month for a follow up. Let me know if you need anything else." Doctor Delcamp stood up to leave.

"Okay, thank you." I said, fiddling with the piece of paper.

He patted me on the shoulder as he walked out, I sat on the bed for a few minutes then got off and made my way out of the office.

I walked to the pharmacy that was a quick walk down the block.

When I got into the pharmacy, I took a deep breath and walked over to the pharmacist behind the desk.

"Hi..I have a prescription?" I mumbled and gave her the paper from Doctor Delcamp.

She took it and scanned it quickly, "Okay, we'll have this done in a few hours."