Today is Thursday.
I know that for a fact without consulting a calendar, my watch, my phone or my laptop. How can I be so sure? Because it’s Pill Day again.
For some strange reason, there seems to be Thursday more often than any other day. Maybe Einstein has an answer to this one but unfortunately he’s dead. Leastwise Pill Day seems to crop up every second or third day so there must be a strange surplus of Thursdays.
Between the two of us, we consume 31 tablets and capsules a day. I haven’t the faintest idea what most are for and they range in size from little pinheads to massive great bunker busters. It’s a bland diet but it saves a bit on food bills – we just stuff ourselves with medication and that does the job.
We each have little pill boxes with morning and evening pigeon-holes so that means popping out 217 tablets and then sorting them into their correct places. This is a pain in the hole as if I get one wrong it can have disastrous [but interesting] consequences. Accessing the pills in the first case is problematic as our pharmacist [bless her] insists on sealing each box with a nearly invisible but incredibly strong tape. Then of course I have to attack each individual pill which is encased in steel. I solved the latter by growing my fingernails to hack and gouge at the packaging. A drastic solution but needs must.
Thursday is also Bin Day. Well, actually Friday is Bin Day but it’s best to put our offerings out the night before. We have a green bin and a black one and they are collected alternately. So I never remember which bin to put out. The company does provide a little yoke for my phone and that politely reminds me the day after collection which is a fat fucking help. I had to make a note in my phone’s calendar to remind me which is which.[I just checked – Green tonight apparently].
So I have done the pills and have yet to do anything about the Green Bin. In the meantime I have to bring Penny to the vet for her monthly injection for arthritis [to fix it, not cause it]. I don’t know if the injection works as she still walks like she’s on stilts and usually falls over when trying to go up or down steps of any kind . It doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest and she still insists on following me everywhere I go or just wandering around the Manor by herself.
Don’t I live an exciting life?