Doing drugs
Life here is what some may term routine.
But then it isn’t really. Routine implies a regular rhythm like the ticking of a clock whereas time here is more like a smoothly flowing river.
We happily drift along with little or nothing to distinguish one day from the next. Not all days are the same by any means as things do happen, but little or nothing is planned. In times past, Sunday would be a religion day or Monday would be a back to work day but there is none of that now. The only thing to distinguish one day from the next is the little display on my watch which today says SAT. Grand. Today must be Saturday?
Now time is passing relatively slowly at the moment. I heard that my coffee shop is opening in a couple of weeks, but that couple seems to be a fixed period. It’s always a couple of weeks no matter how many times I sleep at night and wake in the morning.
But then there are The Drugs.
Every week I groan and take out the large paper sack and the tray an go about filling the little pill boxes – seven days, morning and evening for the two of us – twenty eight little boxes that have to be carefully filled. It always gives me sore knees as I spend a lot of the time hunting around the floor for one of the little buggers that has escaped. Why the fuck to they make pills circular? The fucking things can roll for miles and always seem to end up under something.
Anyway, this drugs routine defies all logic and enters the realms of relativity. It’s supposed to happen once a week when the boxes are all emptied but I seem to be doing it every second day. Explain that Einstein! I dole out the pills once in the morning and once at night. I’m not stupid enough to take two doses in one day [though sometimes I’m tempted just to see what would happen]. Why is Pill Box Time different from Normal Time? How come the weeks pass slowly when I’m waiting for the coffee shop but time flashes past in a blink for the pills?
It makes no sense.
Same here in our household. It's amazing how being "retired" from the workforce eventually ends up making the days a blur. And I don't even have a date display on my watch to help me out. Seems like every day I wake up in the morning it's the weekend again.
Sunday is pill box day for us. None for her, all for me. It would have been terribly tedious if my wife hadn't "named" each of my medications.
And I agree with you about making pills round but I also have two that are so small I almost need a magnifying glass to locate one for the pill box. So if one hit's the floor there's little to no chance of finding the thing. I'm lucky though as one of my other pills is shaped like a Pin-Ball machine flipper and still another is shaped like a football (the American type).
It's a good thing that Laurie and I enjoy our life of routine but it just seems to make the time fly by faster than I want it to. Or maybe it's the meds?
It took a while but I managed to synchronise the pills so we both need refills simultaneously. It means a lot more pill-popping at one sitting but at least it's it's done for the week [or less, I swear].
What amazes me is the different sizes. If I place them in a line they look like a model of the Solar System, from Uranus down to Pluto. I must take a photo sometime…
Indeed take a photo. Just as long as you don't ask what my wife named the pills I take.
Grandad,
Ain't that the truth. I'm convinced that, as they are mainly for the elderly who're just cluttering the place up, that there's a time accelerator built into those pill poppin' trays to shuffle us off a tad quicker.
I win a little time back by popping something that needs heating for 6 minutes into the microwave and standing there watching the seconds tick down. Time stops…
I like that microwave trick. I'm using the kettle and you're right – time does slow down considerably.
When you have a discussion with the Mrs about what day of the week it is, go and check, only to discover you were both wrong – then you know you are truly retired.
Hah! That happens frequently. It happened only yesterday [or it might have been the day before].
And I thought that it was just me!