The pills have no weight anymore

I'm standing in the dispensary and every bottle is labeled with the same number—no milligrams, no lot, just a clean 1. My hands reach for them anyway, but they pass through the vials like they're already counted. I keep trying to set the balance scale, and nobody is asking me to, but I can't stop. When I wake up my palms are aching the way they used to after a double shift.