Somehow, I never thought that I would have one of those divided pill cases with the days of the week stamped on the top. That was for other people. Old people. Funny, how thing creep up on you. Guess I was one of the lucky ones. The pill case didn’t enter my life until two or three years ago.
I remembers the first time I had to say that I was taking some kind of medication. It was at the dentist’s office. I was used to saying, “No,” when the hygienist asked if I was taking any meds, and honestly feeling kind of smug about it. It felt really strange to admit that things had changed, and that I was taking a heart med. I remember quickly adding, “But I’m only supposed to take half a pill.” As though that made it better somehow.
Well, now my pill case holds my heart pill (still half!), a statin pill, and a vitamin D supplement. I now accept my pill case as a normal part of life. Actually, I’m kind of grateful for the reminder to take the pills.
Thinking about this at the moment because picking up prescriptions is on my “to do” list for today. That list is a subject for another day. Planning to be away from home for ten days requires a very long check list!