The mirror doubled as a medicine cabinet, I tried to avoid looking directly at my reflection as I swung it open, to reveal several small shelves littered with bottles and tubes.
I didn’t stop to even read the labels on the bottles. I’d seen them enough before to be familiar about the dire warnings of taking more than the prescribed dose. I grabbed the first bottle of pills, pressed my hand firmly against the lid and twisted to get it open. It wouldn’t budge. Fucking child safety caps. I got it open on the second try, but to my display, on a dozen or so pills remained.