I knew something was wrong.
My normally razor sharp mind had the wit of a ten week old carrot. Lifeless. Numb. Foggy. Drooping.
The cause struck me this morning over breakfast. I was sitting down to my fine meal of tablets when I remembered.
Last Friday was my day for setting out the week’s tablets, potions and notions. I forgot of course, until around midnight when I went to chug back my evening dose. No tablets in the box! So I had to sit down and dole them all out into their little Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, AM, PM compartments. I was half asleep but was careful enough to check each label to make sure I was setting out the right doses.
This morning I realised I was taking more than usual in my AM box – I was taking the correct doses when I shouldn’t be. I had discovered a while back during a period of experimentation that if I switched some of the tablets around between the morning and evening that it made a big difference to the following day. My thinking was a lot clearer and the wit was sharper. In my state of semi-sleep I had forgotten to switch around to my new regime. Bugger!
I take a lot of tablets since the old heart business. It’s currently running at around thirteen a day. I haven’t a fucking clue what they are all for though. Somewhere in there there are statins, blood thinners,vitamins, heart regulators and a few other things to ensure that I don’t instantly drop dead. Some of them are even there to suppress the side effects of others. I know one of them [which has to be taken twice a day] is solely for dosing pregnant women which has me a bit worried. Surely I’m a bit past the child bearing age? Herself is on the same yokes which is even more worrying. Are we both pregnant? For the last couple of years?
Anyhows apart from the statins [which are like old Gobstoppers in size] most of the tablets look exactly the same. So I can’t work out which ones to switch to the evening. I can only tell from the boxes when I’m doling them out but I have chucked out all the boxes as they were now empty.
So it looks like I’m in for a period of fog and brain-numb until next Friday when I refill my little friendly pill-box. Or maybe Saturday to give them a chance to work properly.
At least I now have a valid excuse for scribbling drivel over the last few days, and indeed for the next few.
Bear with me,