I wasn't paying attention just now and I took too many of my pills. Not enough for me to get really scared about, but more than I'm supposed to take. Great.
Oh, well, if my heart explodes...let the M.E. know it wasn't on purpose.
EDIT: Well, live to fight another day, right? Are you're curious as to why I felt the need to post about this? Well, although I didn't think I'd die from an overdose or anything, but was still kind of worried that I might get sick, I told my co-worker what happened. Just in case, you understand. Instead of even the slightest hint of concern, she was more upset that I would probably not be walking downstairs with her to get lunch. Nice, huh? :P