the day will come when you grab the wrong handful.
And, unfortunately, I have no history of bulimia so I have no clue how to make myself throw up to undo this mistake.
Now, this might not be a problem at all, except that three of the ones I take at night make me drowsy.
One is an antihistamine that, in a surprise to all medical personnel, helps prevent bone pain from chemo. Another is a hot-flash preventer that has the weird side effect of inducing drowsiness. And the other is an anti-nausea medicine that can knock you on your sleepy little butt if you don’t cut it in half. At least that’s why I cut them in half.
I stared at the now-empty nighttime compartment of the pill organizer and realized what my day would be like: Night.
First, I decided not to telephone anyone in what will sound like a drunken stupor.
Second, I canceled a doctor appointment because there’s no way I should drive today, and
Third, I crossed off “gardening” from my to-do list because I do not need to be found face-down in a bed of zinnias.
I figured the only safe activity would be sitting at the computer, and as luck would have it, I decided to research forgetfulness.
Shazam, Eureka, and Woo-hoo all rolled into one, I found an article that claims forgetfulness means you’re a genius.
So I shall sit here and contemplate what it’s like to be such a smarty-pants that I took all the wrong pills. I’ll bet Einstein did that all the time (notice he does look a little sleepy).
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