When Is The Best Time Of Day To Take Prozac


“It’s time for bed,” the doctor said, but I didn’t want to go. I was really excited about my new pill, and I wanted to see if it would make me feel any different when I took it. Finally he came into my room with a big needle in his hand. He looked at the bottle of pills that was sitting on my nightstand and then looked back up at me. “I need you to take this now.” And suddenly everything turned black again before anything else happened, except for this one last detail: The nurse had left her cart right next to my bed in the hallway outside the door so she could come in whenever she needed something or someone needed something from her office during business hours. But when she saw what the doctor was doing with his needle, she must have panicked because instead of running out there to stop him—instead of just running away—she just sat down next to me on that cart that was still standing beside my hospital bed even though nobody used it anymore after everyone went home every night because they knew they wouldn’t be coming back until morning anyway! That’s why when everything got all blurry again I heard somebody say “Are you okay?” Like, am I dead? It wasn’t like that Dominican nurse who had been lying on top of me earlier; this woman wasn’t trying anything funny by telling people about our secret shared past as nurses! This person sounded real concerned and maybe even scared herself thinking about what had happened between