I finally made it to the defense. At first I thought I was totally ready, and then I laughed really hard. Thankfully I had an anti-anxiety pill, legally prescribed by my legit psychiatrist. She recommended to take one or two pills. So, about 30 minutes before defending I took one pill. I figured I would wait a while to see if I needed the second one. So I did a clever/dumb thing. I put pills in the bottle cap so I could take a pill discretely. Well, I should have just put one extra pill in there, but instead I dumped a bunch in there. I kept feeling like they weren't working, so I would take another and another and another. I ended up taking 5 pills, which is precisely five times what I should have taken. All I remember is yelling at a committee member for asking a dumb question and being a jerk. After that I blacked out. They ended up passing me. I came home, slept for 5 hours, and my husband ordered pizza while I slept. And that is how I survived and celebrated my defense.
(Title: Purple Haze, Jimi Hendrix)
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