Unfortunately, I've been getting phobic over pills.
I had once put my arm into a bush, and pulled it out, with thirty-one wasp stings. There was minimal swelling, no discoloration, but I could count all the holes. I had done well for over three days, when it had suddenly occurred to me that my tongue may be swelling, if only a little. As a large man, I took a single Benadryl, just to be safe, reading the list of side effects. I began to hyperventilate, and, probably within fifteen minutes, could see flashing, white lights, alternating with black. I had stumbled up the hallway to ask for a trip to the ER. When my vitals were checked, I was told that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me; I was only having a panic attack. I was placed in a chair, within the doctors' line of sight, and sweat a puddle on the floor of the air-conditioned room. Upon becoming coherent, again, I was prescribed a generic version of (the same) Benadryl, prednisone, and an epi-pen, just in case. Every time i took the pills, the symptoms started to return. So I quit taking them.
I couldn't make myself take a pill, for some two years, afterward.
When I absolutely had to break a fever, I took a common, OTC pain reliever, after much trepidation. Being that I had never built-up a tolerance, I will admit that only one, small dose worked magnificently.
Then, I got a wasp sting, this summer, and another time, in the autumn. I didn't go to the doctor, because of how I may have been treated. I really wasn't sure of whether I was allergic or not, and the panic attacks eventually subsided into the background.
Eventually, I wouldn't go outside, much, for fear of the wasps. And, I slowly became shut-in, spending several hours a day on news, while everyone else was gone. The holidays became extra hectic, due to relatives staying in the hospital.
I've been having extreme paranoia, to the point of physical symptoms, over simple vitamins pills and common food additives, until I thought that everything may have been making me allergic, and I have not been eating so well for a couple of weeks.
I was telling myself that I only felt OK when I wasn't eating, and then, when I wasn't drinking.
But, I remembered that one, angry doctor, and I read, once, twice, ten times, twenty times, that these were all symptoms of anxiety, before my appetite and thirst slowly started to return.
I realized that I had picked up a case of strep throat, began taking care of it, and started taking care of myself, again.
I was able to wind-down at some low-key, holiday functions, and was overcome with a sense that my life had been spared from imminent catastrophe, although I was never particularly in any danger, which I had not caused myself, through neglect.