It was bound to happen. Yesterday morning I couldn’t remember whether I had taken my thyroid pill or not, and I had to count the number of days I’ve been taking the meds, and the number of pills left in the bottle … and thus, I came to understand why old people love these little pill carriers so much.
I think this is my rite of passage into some new stage of life; one that includes the clapper, telephones with BIG DIGIT buttons and little electric buggies that fold up and fit in the trunk of my Buick.
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Written on Tue, 01 April 2008 at 7:27 am
Tags: old age, thyroid
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April 1st, 2008 at 8:25 am
LOL
I take thyroid pills too, but have not yet been tempted by the pill organizer. Because I take it and go back to sleep, I sometimes wake up for real wondering if I merely dreamed I took the pill.
April 3rd, 2008 at 5:03 pm
I have a big one of those that is made for taking pills three times a day, except I use it to keep track of three weeks worth of meds. It doesn’t have the compartments labeled, so it doesn’t feel quite so “elderly” to me.