When I’m doing a meds round and six people are talking to me at once and all wanting my attention at the same time, and I am concerned I might give someone the wrong meds as I am so distracted, would I take one? Well may be, but then I already put named paper scraps in the pots to make sure that does not happen, so no.

When I’m writing the handover and searching my brain to remember if there is anything I have forgotton and then babble when I am giving the handover because I am so tired, would I take one? No. I’d just go home to bed.

But what if I did decide that cosmetic psychiatry was right for me? Would even the most benign little pill be worth the risk of adverse side effects? Would a single pill be enough to attain the desired effect, or would I have to take them long term? Would I cease to be happy being the real me – I am happy being me – or want to be the new improved version? If I ceased to be happy with the real me, I would have become addicted to the new me and therefore addicted to the meds. If I was an extrovert already – I am – would I become so extraverted that I became an annoyance to others? Would others like the new me? What if my new little pills that I had become addicted too, cease to be available due to what ever reason? Would I become depressed – a condition that did not exist prior to the new enhanced me? I will stop now!

I would not go down this road.

But if I was unfortunate to suffer a stroke, I would say escitalopram was appropriate and my right.