Blog and cyber novel by Alex Canton

-5-

-"No. I felt so well that I never thought that I would crumble this place."
And he continued: "Well, the first thing is to remind myself that nobody dies from this. Now I have to relax and tomorrow we will find something."
But he was involved by a sensation so strange and strong that he asked the guy to hold him from behind as if strongly restraining a rebellious child from escaping.
-"And, please, hold me tight until this goes away."
And it did, and he went back to his bed and slept all night.
In the morning he called his physician son.
-"Go to the local hospital, dad, and tell the doctor that you are having a panic attack. He'll prescribe someting like Clonazepam, which will get you back on your feet fast.
But, the there was no appropiate medication at the small hospital, except some antihistaminic which he could not take due to his prostate troubles.
-"And how about writing out a prescription so I can buy it at the pharmacy?
-"The problem is that here in Bocas these medications are controlled. They bring them upon request from Changinola."
-"And what do people do?"
The young intern smiled while saying -"They just smoke a joint...."
The old man called his son and he suggested to buy an over the counter relaxant like Passiflorin and take shots whenever needed.
-"I imagine that having an anxiety attack in this paradise is really a contradiccion," commented the old fellow.