I gobble down 13 pills a day and have done for years. They are tasked with producing certain outcomes and I guess they do what they’re designed for because I have yet to be planted in the ground somewhere.
But lately, my body is in full rebellion. I gag when I try to take the big ones and if I don’t take them immediately after eating but try to ingest them between meals on an empty stomach, I get a bad case of acid reflux. Consequently, I have developed a phobia about taking them so I talked about it to my pharmacist today.
“Well we actually have something that will help you cope with all that,” she said, smiling. I started smiling too but stopped when she told me the remedy comes only in pill format.
I began to feel I was in the nursery rhyme about the old lady who swallowed a fly, then a bird to catch the fly, a cat to catch the bird, a dog to catch the cat, etc. That didn’t end well at all for her following her foolish decision to swallow a horse to catch a cow.
It’s like developing a headache after smashing your head with a hammer and a genius comes along with a different hammer and suggests hitting your skull with that one won’t hurt at all.
I once admitted to a friend that I am a worrier and he responded with some great advice.
“What do you think I should do?” I asked.
“It’s simple,” he replied. “Don’t worry!”
So I went home and worried about that.
©2015 Jim Hagarty
