I am going to give you a prescription for sleeping pills,” the doctor said,
signing the blue chit. He tore it off the pad and handed it to me. “Don’t
worry, they will really help.” I fit the stereotype of the exhausted mother,
yes, but the prescription — for Circadin tablets, to be taken every night —
wasn’t for me. It was for my two-year-old, who at that moment was playing
with a box of toys on the floor of the doctor’s office. “I would also like
to suggest that he has a closely monitored three-week trial on Ritalin, or a
drug like Ritalin,” the doctor — a neuropsychiatrist — continued. “Are you
sure?” I asked. “He’s only 2.”
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