We have a local pharmacist... who has been tortured been consulted by us on several occasions... usually whilst ds (ASD/ADHD) is absolutley hysterical unhappy about being there.. (dont even ask about the time we found a verucca!) 
Anyway i went to pick up ds's medication today.. ds is at his dads.. so there was none of the bribing mediating that we normally have to do in order to get him through the door...
Hand in the script... medication is handed over... i happen to glance in the bag and ITS A DIFFERENT BOX
- so i stand there routed to the spot staring at this medication that is different..... and in my head a thousand things go through my mind like "Bugger he will know/what if it tastes different/oh god please no/why me?" etc....... the pharmacist notices my horror confusion and checks all is ok....... cue me explaining that it took me 6 months to be at the stage where medication is just a usual part of the day and now its been CHANGED....... (after opening the box the bottle is also a different colour with a totally different label)
He humored reassured me that it tasted the same etc and i walked out of the shop.
Now im home...... and wondering when on earth I became as sensitive to change as DS lol...
Im hoping others can relate and its not just that this time i have well and truly fallen off the path lol