“… who the fuck am I?”

No answer is forthcoming.

With a frustrated sigh you open the medicine cabinet and examine the contents, hoping to shed some light on your situation in its cluttered interior.

Basic toiletries, toothpaste, tampons and maxi pads, no frills roll on deodorant, perfume, lipstick, nail polish, some panadol and ibuprofen. A half used batch of Seasonique oral - the pill… and an almost empty plastic container of prescription medication of Vivitrol Naltrexone made out to Lateesha Jones.

Lateesha. Yeah. You look could be a Lateesha. You don’t know what Naltrexone is for but a quick read of the accompanying documentation is sobering. It’s for opioid or **** dependence. “Shit…”