me and my psychiatrist

Dr. C: "Is the eating going okay? No binging, emotional eating?"
Me: "Nope, I'm good on that front."
Dr. C: "Any suicidal thoughts?"
Me: "None."
Dr. C: "How have you been sleeping?"
Me: "Well, just okay. I'll wake up 2-3 hours before my alarm clock goes off and won't be able to get back to sleep. I've kinda got a lot on my plate right now though."
Dr. C: "Like what?"
Me: "I'm trying to get my son into a good preschool program, and a lot of places are either prohibitively expensive or won't take kids with special needs. My husband is going to start looking for a new job soon, which will mean a pretty big pay cut and possibly a move. We're trying to save up money to buy a new house. I want to get my tubes tied, and also we're considering starting the adoption process."
Dr. C: *blink blink* "Well, um, each one of those is a major psycho-social stressor, by themselves. I'm going to talk to your therapist this afternoon. When do you see her again?"
Me: "Next Friday."
Dr. C: "Good. Until then, go ahead and use Xanax to help you sleep. Don't take it every day though, keep it down to a couple times a week."
Me: "Okey dokey."

...Can I take one now?