She's not against medicine. But she's very cautious. If she has a headache I have to talk her into taking even one aspirin. And whenever she gets a prescription, she'll try to get the lowest dose. She always prays and deals with things from a spiritual perspective, first. Recently, she's been living with some anxiety over a couple of things and it won't go away and it's been wearing her down.
I'm gonna call the doctor and get some pills she said. I knew she must really need some short-term relief.
The next day: I called the doctor--wanna see my pill?
I was distracted with something and didn't quite give her the reaction she wanted so she asked again. That's weird, why do I have to see her pill? Uhhh...sure, show me your pill. I was humoring her.
She turned around and reached into her purse, then held out her opened hand. On it was a small piece of paper with writing on it. This was her pill.