Nowadays I feel like I am on every drug imaginable. There’s a drug to control my every bodily function it seems. I guess that’s another sign of getting old. I am now one of those people who has to carry a list of my medications when I go to the doctor. Otherwise I’ll forget what I’m taking and she’ll cross-pollinate me or something. Of course all these medications come in nice, simple packaging. I wish.
No, they come in those plastic orange containers, foil packets or those individually wrapped things that involve peeling paper, then foil and extracting the jagged little pill. It’s gotten to the point where I need to start preparing for bed about 30 minutes ahead of time. Then it’s like Christmas for me. Unwrapping all my presents. What a struggle as I twist the lids off. It’s especially fun when I have a glass of water in one hand. Or if I take the sleeping pill first and it starts kicking in before I’m in bed. Sometimes the lids are such a struggle that I get a little zealous and spill pills once I finally get the bottle opened. I’ve lost many a pill down the drain that way. I’m sure there are many people drinking from the water supply who have unexplained happiness and tiredness in rapid succession due to my supply.
I suppose this is better than having easy-to-open containers that allow children simple access to medication. If I really must pick between my jonesing for meds and the well-being of my children, I guess I’ll go with the kids. Really what I need to do is pour all my meds into one container. That would simplify things, and then I could just take a handful every night. Or maybe I’ll just skip the direct meds and head right for the water supply. I’m sure all I need is contained there. I’m probably just asking for an overdose by taking the pills and drinking the water. You can never be too safe.
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