Esther van Fenema: no matter how you look at it, it remains speed on prescription

I remember well that, as a very young doctor training to become a psychiatrist, I worked in a closed psychiatric ward. It was Friday afternoon and a nurse approached me rather forcefully: ‘Hey doc, I forgot to arrange my Ritalin and the weekend is coming up…’ I wasn’t the worst and quickly wrote out the prescription. Stupid, of course. He grabbed the piece of paper from my hand and shouted cheerfully: ‘Nice Doc, now I can party this weekend!’ I felt shame on my cheeks; how naive I was.

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