So a certain package from an off-shore pharmacy arrived in the mail today — but since it was sent registered mail I need to pick it up at the Post Office.
It would be apropos if the pills are red, since they’re where one see how deep the the rabbit hole goes. (Postscript: It turned out the estrogen pills were red.)
I’d always intended them merely as a diagnostic test — I’ve got an appointment scheduled for mid-April to do things the official, safe and sane way.
But just ordering them seems have turned out to be it’s own diagnostic test. When I saw the notice in my mailbox, I wanted them. I really wanted them. Which definitely seems to indicate something.
What happens tomorrow? Not sure.