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Kaylee
Pitt sat quietly at the bar until my replacement came, then he took me by the hand and led me away for what I knew would be a long talk. Or so I thought, anyway. We ended up at the doctor’s bungalow with Pitt banging on the door.
I wasn’t sure what was happening. The medication had me feeling all out of sorts. I’d thought that getting on something for my ADHD would be the best thing I could do. But it was only making matters worse. I had high hopes that one day the side effects would stop, and I’d be able to get back to normal—only a calmer, less goofy normal.
But Pitt’s reaction to learning I was on medication made me wonder if I’d done the right thing.
The doctor answered the door and Pitt immediately told him to tell me to stop taking the medication. He told him that he s
