Category: Provigil

My cousin Jerry used to fall asleep at red lights–true story–until a friend handed him a strip of small white tablets labeled Provigil. Two mornings later he texted me: “I finally finished the deck the boss wanted in March.” No jittery Starbucks rush, no 3 p.m. crash, just six straight hours of clear, quiet concentration. […]

My cousin Lena pilots red-eyes from JFK to Milan. She used to land looking like she’d slept in the cargo hold–until her doctor handed her a Provigil prescription. One small tablet an hour before take-off, and she walks off the jetbridge typing crew schedules on her phone, eyes bright, coffee untouched. That story spread through […]

My cousin Lena works night shifts at a Warsaw hospital. By 3 a.m. her brain felt like wet cement until a senior nurse whispered the name Provigil. One pink pill, thirty minutes, and the charting glare turned readable again. She still buys it the Polish way–paper script, two buses, queue that smells of disinfectant–because she […]

I used to fall asleep at my desk every afternoon, coffee cold, inbox screaming. A friend who pulls 12-hour hospital shifts slipped me half a pill she called Provigil. Twenty-five minutes later the fog lifted like someone had opened a window in my skull. I finished a week’s backlog before dinner. Getting a script sounded […]

Last Tuesday my flatmate Sam poured his third espresso, stared at the code that hadn’t budged since midnight, and googled “Provigil online UK” with the same desperation you reserve for lost keys. Thirty-six hours later a small brown envelope slid through our letterbox–no ghostly knock, no customs love-letter, just a discreet sticker and a batch […]

Last Tuesday my alarm went off at 6:15 a.m. and my brain felt like it had been left in the freezer overnight. Two kids, one dog, zero patience. By 9:30 I still hadn’t answered the e-mail my boss sent at 7:00. I opened the same tab three times and forgot why. That afternoon I swallowed […]

Last semester, my roommate Dave turned into a library vampire–nose in books from 6 p.m. to 8 a.m., still chipper for the 9 a.m. lab. I thought he’d discovered a secret coffee plantation in his closet. Nope. He flashed me a blister strip of small white tabs and whispered, “Got ’em for 79¢ a pill […]