Every morning when I
get up and shower, I go downstairs and follow a routine. At my age I need a
routine and try to stick with it. Change the water in my Keurig Coffee maker
and adding a fresh pod, sorting my pills so I don’t die, and try to recall who
that was in the mirror when I went to the bathroom.
My pills are sorted
in a pill container that is divided into 7 days, starting with Sunday and
ending the week on Saturday, this I like because it doesn’t confuse me, and I
can repeat to myself what day it is.
One morning last
week I got up and did the usual and came to the pills, the ritual where I
separate the am from pm intake for old people. I take them out of the pill box,
put 3½ pills into a small metal container for the afternoon and the balance in
a small plastic clear container that I take with me into the den with a cup of
coffee. This goes on every morning, rain or shine.
In the course of the
pill assignments, I was distracted by a case of cola that was sitting
precariously on the counter and decided to fix it, which I did then took the
pill container and my coffee and went into the den, sat down and noticed
something strange! There were NO pills in the container. This spooked me and so
I high-tailed my way back to the kitchen and sure enough, NO pills in sight
either.
WHAT THE HELL DID I
DO WITH THE PILLS?????
I try to reconstruct
the simple events and still can’t seem to figure it out. I tell someone about
it and get some help. Did I take them already? Did I put them in the garbage?
Did I maybe do some kind of machination that makes a hand filled with pills
make the pills disappear?
We shake the soda
and discover them in the bottom of the cola carton?
Pray for me.
2 comments:
Don't worry Joseph, I do the same thing QUITE often. They say it's just the normal process of aging....hmmm......But we call it C.R.S !! LOL!! Happy Easter to you and all!!
Same to you, Diana!
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