Happy Pills, by Henry Bladon

So many choices. I normally get new pills every other month, but these are the fifth different type in as many weeks. They’re all okay at first. While they last my head feels like a sunny balloon and my grin cuts through the gloom. But when they wear off, I feel miserable again, a bit like a dirty sponge. If the drug companies could make something longer lasting that would help, it would stop me having to deal with so many prescriptions, too. In fact, if they made better pills, I might even prescribe them to my patients as well.