Monday, October 12, 2009
No, I'm Not 70-Years-Old
So, I have a confession to make: I carry around a pill box. I know, I know - it's definitely something to be mocked for. In fact, M used to ask me if I was a 70-year-old woman. But, I don't care. It's helpful. Once a week I stock it full of my multi-vitamins, my calcium chew, my anti-depressants (which I have to take twice a day, so you can see why a carrier might be helpful) and, well, you get the idea. Otherwise, my scatterbrained mind would forget what I did and didn't take. Since I purchased the pill box, this isn't a problem. All of my pills are stored for the week and I can take them all together. Easy peasy. Don't be jealous.