Honey, do you need a valium?
I think Threadbared has the right idea--sometimes you've got to pick up vintage patterns and booklets just for the illustrations or photographs. Like this creepy lady with the Stepford stare and dishpan hands.
Post script: When I was in my early 20's, I worked for a pharmacy and drove all over San Diego delivering meds to convalescent hospitals, rehab places, psych wards, all the lovely stuff. I'm anti-drug anyway, but when you repeatedly see nurses issue the title line here, and act as if drugs are some sort of panacea...it's really repulsive. When a guy in a rehab center tried to jump me at one delivery, I called it quits. I don't know how doctors and nurses manage. I was in Urgent Care recently, and there was a woman in there whining and complaining--it was her way to gain attention. That would just drive me nuts.